Friday, February 25, 2011

Day 207 Friday, February 25th New Zealand next.


We are booked into Christchurch March 5th and then we have booked a camper van to tour the south island for two weeks. Then it's Fiji March 20th and finally, home on March 22nd after eigtht months. So far our luck seems to be holding and we got into and out of Egypt OK (and loved it there) and, right now both Emerates Airlines and the Camper Van people are telling us things will be OK for us to arrive in less than two weeks time. We will see.
Starting August 4th 2010 we have visited: UK., France, Malta, Greece, Doha, Egypt, Jordan, India, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand and currently we are in Australia.

Day 207 Friday, February 25th Egypt



One of my new Egyptian friends (Sayd, the Feluca captain in Luxor-see Day 98) has e-mailed me to tell me that he and his family are OK but they haven’t had any work (tourism) in a long time. Sherif, our guide around the Pyrqamids at Giza has also e mailed to say that he's OK. (See Day 91).

Day 207 Friday, February 25th Australia

A big, beautiful, country with lots of space and happy people all trying to keep Australia a secret. I tease people by saying I am going to pass the word and invite several million to come here. They are mindful of their racist immigration background but not necessarily over it. I have a street corner conversation with a pleasant enough fellow (a local farmer) who tells me that he would prefer a whites only immigration policy.
Australians are all trying not to be English (“the Wingeing Poms”) but they are in so many ways….They love Cricket and Rugby and beer to go with it; Fish and Chips; Meat Pies and Cream Teas; Corner shops.
Australia is an odd mixture of modern (some house architectures) and old fashioned culture (other houses; fashions (20 yr. olds in printed frocks); TV- they are still running the 1960’s UK program “Benny Hill” on TV here).
Of course they are blessed with this climate and endless “Oh look, there’s another bloody marvelous beach”. The beach culture doesn’t mean that everyone is tanned and fit and we see a fair amount of obesity and smoking and it sometimes seems as though 50% of the people have tattoos.
The Government is more visible than in the US and there are lots of Government messages: TV: unattractive to be tanned; “look at this lovely day, isn’t it perfect conditions for Melanoma?”; quit smoking; anti-racist messaging. Cinema: “let’s accept boat people” (An Amnesty International ad.)- some in the audience groan.
But they seem to me to be a happy, friendly and generous people.

Australia seems pretty safe but we are told a story of lady looking after a friend’s dog. The dog keels over and dies while it is being looked after by the owner’s friend. The dog minder catches a bus and then a train to the vet for dog disposal and a man offered to help her with her bag and asked what was in it—she said (caught off-guard and not wanting to say “A Dead Dog”) “Oh, My Computer”. A few minutes later the man had run off with her bag…and the dead dog.

Day 200 Friday, February 18th. 330km in a rental car around the Waterfall Circuit.




South of Cairns and this lets us poke around in the Australian countryside under our own management. More very rich, fertile farmland spread across a great landscape of green rolling hills. This country could take another 100m people and still have room to spare.

Day 199 Thursday February 17th Good Ship Ocean Free



Day 199 Thursday February 17th All Aboard the Good Ship Ocean Free




The Great Barrier Reef is the world’s largest World Heritage Area, stretching for 2000km along the coast and covering 347,800km2- an area just over half the size of the State of Texas or an area larger than that of the United Kingdom, Holland and Switzerland combined.
We motor out for about 1 ½ hrs. get served coffee and muffins and then drop anchor for some snorkeling. The water is some messed up due to the recent cyclone that ripped through here a week or so ago and so it’s not as clear as normal but it’s still pretty good and we see a 5’ reef shark, turtles, sea cucumbers, pineapple sea urchin and many other fish and creatures. The boat’s zodiac drops us off at the nearby Green Island for an hour’s exploration and a bit of dry land and then it’s back to Ocean Free and a buffet lunch of cold chicken, salad and fruit and beer. Then more snorkeling.
Ocean Free is 52’ Schooner with two masts plus a Genoa up front and so we had a good two hour sail back to port with our 25 guests and 4 crew and enjoyed an afternoon glass of wine with cheese plate.
It isn’t possible to use the beaches up here from November to April since the box jellyfish are around in large numbers. The small ones are as big as your thumbnail but can still kill a dog or small child and the big ones, which are about 6-8 inches across have long trailing stingers and enough venom to kill 60 adults. They have to kill the fish they trap quickly before the thrashing fish tears the jellyfish apart. No-one is in the water at the shore-line. Luckily the jellyfish don’t make it out to the G B Reef.

Day 198 Wednesday, February 16th Kangaroo for dinner in the Cock and Bull Pub.

Prime and Lean Kangaroo Fillet, $25.50; Tasty Crocodile Schnitzel, $23.50; Big Game Koo and Croc Combo, $27.00; Snitzel-Mexicana and chips, $18 (viz); Spotted Dick and Custard and Ice Cream, $8.50; Sticky Date Pudding and Butterscotch (this one has me in the palm of its hand), $8.50.
We shared one sausage and mash (and spare a Kangaroo-unless it was in the sausage), a pint of beer and a glass of wine.

Day 198 Wednesday, February 16th Daintree River, Rain Forest and Cape Tribulation




Captain Cook ran aground on the reef off of here and wrote “all our trials and tribulations seem to have started here”. They had to lighten the ship and wait until high tide to row the ship off of the reef. Ashore the Rain Forest with its then impenetrable mangroves, snakes, 15’ crocodiles and unfriendly natives awaited them. (There are 3,600 different types of snakes in Australia and we are told that “only 10% of them have poisonous venom”. Well, OK, that’s just about one poisonous snake for each day of the year then).
We have an easier time and join a tour which takes us by boat along the river to look for crocs (I keep my hands in my pockets). They run to 15’ but we just see a baby one about 18 inches long sunbathing on a tree root. Crocodiles have a natural way of keeping their population in line with their food supply - they eat each other when they run out of other food. That includes their own babies and is probably the reason why the baby we saw was hiding up out of the river.
With our excellent Naturalist Guide we then go on to the Daintree Rain Forest and then Cape Tribulation. Our guide (“Nic”) shows us a tree that is 15’ tall but 1,000 yrs old (“cycad” a species that has been around since the dinosaurs) and the “wait a while bush” that does manage to snag my hand and draw blood. It has hundreds of hooks all along its stem and they are sharp and face down to the root, if it catches you it will take some time to get out of its grip. The Rain Forest is fantastic, there is so much stuff in here and every living thing in here is fighting for its survival or having sex. We see an 18” lizard/dragon waiting to catch some flies; a white tailed rat; a brush turkey; a golden orb spider at about 6” toe to toe; lots of different and highly colored butterflies, a curtain fig tree that germinates high in the branches of a host tree (so it gets a head start on reaching above the forest canopy to the sun) and then drops its roots 20’ to the ground and then eventually grows strong enough to be able to stand without its host tree which it then proceeds to strangle; other trees that have seed pods that look like spears so that, when they drop, they penetrate the brush and water and lodge in the mud below.

We look for but don’t see the female eels that live in the high mountain lakes but are related to moray eels. Once every three years the females get the sexual urge and travel tens of miles down to the sea to mate with the waiting males. Also looked for but not seen is the Rufus owl that grows to 3 feet tall.
It pours with rain while we are in the forest and we get soaked but it’s magical to be there when this is happening and to hear all of the sounds and to smell the dozens of different smells.
Carrowaries live here as well and are a flightless bird, related to the Ostrich and Emu, and the female can be 6’ tall standing. They are territorial and a little scary with their knife-like claws capable (our guide, Nic, tells us) of slicing us open with one kick. (I can’t help thinking of a scene from the movie Jurassic Park). We have seen them in a zoo but not here and so Nic fills in with a story about one instead. She and another naturalist friend were alone in a clearing and her friend was playing a small Didgeridoo when a Carrowary came into the clearing making their deep-throated “you are in my territory” noise. They stopped playing the instrument and the bird came over and sat down next to them. Very slowly, Nic’s friend picked up the Diggeridoo and started to play it again. The Carrowary just sat there next to them and listened for about 30 minutes and then just got up and walked out of the clearing but turned back to look at them before leaving as if to say - “that was real guys”- and walked off.
We took a look at Port Douglas on our way back to our Cairns hotel. A very good trip.

Australia has an amazing variety of, quite different, natural environments.

Day 197 Tuesday, February 15th. Berry to Cairns and the Great Barrier Reef.

Berry is a small country town connected by rail with Sydney about two hours to the North.
Some train station names we travel through seem to indicate a mixture of homesickness for England and the native Australian language:-Bomaderry/Gerringdong/Kiama/Bombo/Minnamurra/Oak Flats/Dapto/Unanderra/Wollongong/Fairy Meadow/Bellambi/Woonona/Coniston/Wombarra/Heathcote/Scarborough/Wolli Creek and Woy Woy.
The area around Berry is populated by small farms producing lamb, beef, chickens, pigs, milk, stone fruits and organic vegetables, all of which are sold locally at the various surrounding town markets. Lots of space and a very relaxed lifestyle with the beach and the warm ocean never far away.
We share a train ride with an elderly farming couple and they tell us about the Organic Farming organization to which they belong which gets them in touch with travellers (usually young foreigners backpacking through) who are willing to work 4 hours a day for them for free in exchange for accommodation, food and some sightseeing. The farmers think that this is a good deal for them since they would otherwise have to pay the minimum wage of about $25/hour.

We fly from Sydney to Cairns for a 4 night stay at the Grosvenor Hotel for $75/night.
Now we are in the Tropics and it’s hot and it’s their low season.

Day 196 Monday, February 14th. Country wildlife



Day 196 Monday, February 14th. Australia-Religion and Education: The Christian Church Still Rules OK?

In Australia the school education is run under individual state laws. In New South Wales the Christian Church used to control education and in the hand-over of that power to the State the Church extracted the commitment that Scripture would be taught in all schools to all children every week. That law allows a child to opt out of that classroom session but the Church negotiated into the law that no other lessons could be taught at that time and no other activities would be allowed. Thus a child opting out has to sit in a supervised classroom where no lesson is offered and no materials are to be provided by the school. A child may bring in their own reading materials but there cannot be any interaction between the children. (No competition from any meaningful alternative to the scripture class). Imagine a 5 year old sitting in that environment for 40 minutes.
The Church sets the religious curriculum that is taught in the scripture class and the teaching is performed by local volunteers from the Church. (Often, perhaps, the elderly “Mrs. Jones”).
The law allows a child to request a non-Christian scripture curriculum and then, if it is a registered religion and a credentialed person can be found to teach it, the school must provide facilities (classroom) to allow this to happen. Our friends have just told the school that their two daughters attend that they wish their children to be taught Buddhism. They have found a qualified volunteer to teach it. The School Principal made it clear that he didn’t think anyone else would request this and grumbled of the facilities burden the school would now have to meet. Now another nine parents have requested the same class and our friends are waiting for the school to meet their obligations. One might hope that another dozen alternative religions will be requested and the school forced to provide a classroom for each under this offensive law.
It seems that no-one expects the Christian Church’s grip on the “no alternative to the scripture class” law to be changed any time soon but a Sydney group have lobbied for a non-religious Ethics class to be taught as an alternative to the Scripture Class in another classroom and at the same time. It is only proposed for 5th and 6th grades for now but it’s a start. The Church is fighting it-one can only hope it passes.

Day 195 Sunday, February 13th. A visit to an Australian country town-sleeping with a Huntsman spider.





We take a 4 ½ hr. train ride down to Berry- a country town South of Sydney and stay with a work colleague of mine and his family on their 25 acre farm. Chris, his wife Lioni and their two daughters (Aisha, 7 and Amelia, 4) have terrific veranda views across the rolling countryside to the ocean.
Our separate studio/bedroom is occupied by a, 5” toe to toe” Huntsman spider and he’s on the wall just above Christine’s pillow when we go to turn in. His name doesn’t help and it’s the biggest spider I have ever seen.
The next day’s breakfast on the veranda includes being able to watch the kangaroos and kookaburras in the next field.

Day 193 Friday, February 11th. Moving Australia to China. Defense against Japan.


We drive north from Terrigal to visit the coastal town of Newcastle. It’s a port and all the large boats are lined up waiting to pick up Australian coal and ship it to China, an important part of Australia’s economy. Also lots of $1m + recreational yachts parked here.
Lots of left-over WWII fortifications here. Japan was always threatening and did submarine patrols here to try and stop supplies reaching the UK and Europe.

Day 189 Monday, February 7th. No Silent Spring here.




But being here in Australia makes me think that we have practically no bird-song near our San Francisco Bay Area home. We take a bush walk near Crackneck (nr. Terrigal) and we see and hear lots and lots of different and colorful birds. Wattle birds; Kookaburras; Whip Birds (“wheee—IP” song and very pleasant to listen to); Lorikeets (smaller but just as colorful parrot looking bird); Parakeets; Galahs (pink, grey and white); Currawongs (looks like a Magpie but isn’t); wild Budgerigars; crested Cockatoos; and Corellas. Photos are the local Pelicans.

Day 187 Saturday, February 5th. Oysters wrapped in trout.

Dinner with Aussies. Our friend’s brother and his wife have a place just north of Sydney. Oysters wrapped in trout, giant tiger prawns (that actually taste like prawns), lamb with Asian salad. Pavlova. Some good Australian wines.

Day185 Thursday, February 3rd.


Through the wine country to Adelaide
450 km and pretty boring after a while- basically flat open country and in some parts we drive for 30 minutes before we see another vehicle but we get to Adelaide in time for a swim and lunch on the beach. We fly back to Sydney and train and taxi back to our friend’s place at Terrigal. A very good short trip. Photo shows our campsite at Port Campbell on the South Coast.

Day 183 Tuesday, February 1st The silence of the lambs




After our campsite breakfast we go in search of Brownie and Beck and visit some neighbouring farms before we find the right place with the sheep shearing shed.
The sheep look very worried as they wait all bunched tightly in the pens but they are very quiet and passive. Brownie is there with another fellow and they are both going at it grabbing each sheep by the legs and dragging it in between their legs so they can hold them while they shear. Each sheep struggles at first when grabbed but then sits passively between the shearer’s legs until it’s over. (2-3 minutes each and very hard work). Brownie tells me that he does about 180 sheep a day at $2.80/sheep. (There are 2800 sheep on the farm). Beck and two other roustabouts are sweeping the wool and then sorting it into wool for carpets and the better wool for clothing. It’s pressed into bales for sale and transport. Brownie and Beck will move onto the Australian West Coast to farm oysters for three months after this stint at sheep shearing. Brownie is a tough looking guy but he has more scars than a rugby team and seems to have chosen a hard living.
We say goodbye to Brownie and Beck and head on toward Port Fairy where we stop in this quaint old town for a great Devonshire Cream Tea. We take a walk around the headland for a couple of hours and then head inland for our night’s stay at Mt Gambier.

Day 183 Tuesday, February 1st Along The Great Ocean Road





We catch a train from Melbourne center to a suburban station and then walk to the camper place to collect our vehicle and everything is as promised with a two person camper with a small stove, ice box, sink and utensils and a bed, pillows and bed linen and towels. We head to the local supermarket to get supplies and then we are off to Adelaide along “The Great Ocean Road”. That road runs along the Australian South Coast and is very beautiful and we stop frequently to enjoy the views, take camper-van lunch breaks and swim at some of the beaches. We pass Koalas in the trees above us and see an Australian Porcupine- an Echidna.
We find a campsite for our first night at Port Campbell and I walk over to chat to two young people who are going kayaking in the river that runs past our site. Mark tells me that he’s a sheepshearer and I tell him that he’s the first one that I have met but that I certainly can’t call him Mark-it’s not a romantic enough name and so he tells me that he is often called “Brownie”. Brownie’s lady is called Beck (good enough I think) and she tells me that she is Brownie’s “Roustabout” and they both invite us to visit with them the following morning and watch them work.
Steak cooked on the camper stove and salad and red wine for dinner and we share the small bed inside the van.

Day 182 Monday, January 31st Melbourne to Adelaide




We use the web to find a camper van that needs relocating from Melbourne to Adelaide and so are able to book it for $5/day for the two nights that we need. They also throw in $110 for our gas money and so the trip costs us just about $100 for the two night campground fees and some extra gas. We start by flying to Melbourne and stay downtown in an hotel for $65/night and then set out to explore the city. It’s a great place, everyone seems to be out jogging or rowing along the river and we walk about for a few hours and then get dinner amongst “The Lanes”- Melbourne’s backstreet area of shops and restaurants.

Day 178 Thursday, January 27th. Reptile Zoo, Koalas.



Sleepy little things except when it comes to sex and then the females aggressively fight off any approach by the male (Oscar) in the compound by biting the poor guys bum. You can recognise Oscar from the photos.

Day 178 Thursday, January 27th. Reptile Zoo




Turtle is a young one and is about 85 years old. Cassawary.

Day 174 Sunday, January 23rd. A day in Sydney.





Early train to Sydney and then a ferries to the beach at Manly and Darling Harbour. Watched the city at play with sailboats racing in the Bay.