The Diary My bum was aching like mad after the previous days walking and my back was not great either. Decided to have a quiet day. Beth and Oz went for a walk to the forts and I went to the local pool. Floated around for a while and then went back to the hostel. Grabbed a few magazines, laid on the floor and hardly moved until it was time to sleep. What a day. Phew!
2012 A pretty dull day but I'm sure the following had more exciting days as they all celebrated birthdays on 31st Jan 1992.
Johnny Rotten (36) Lloyd Cole (31) Phil Manzanera (41)
And on electric transparent violin is another Billingham boy - Eddie Jobson
The Diary Went into town early to find out how much it would cost to fly back to Sydney - $189 - I had to think long and hard before deciding to see what happens over the next few days. Christy recommended Magnetic Island but from what I've read it looks pretty much the same as most of the small coastal resorts we've been to with perhaps a few more walks.
A short ferry ride and then a courtesy car to Centaur House at Geoffrey Bay. There seems to be a good atmosphere of pop trivia (!) at this hostel and there are some Qs and Rolling Stones' lyrics lying about. Oz suggested going to lie on the nearest beach just as I knew he would but I'd already decided I was off to do some of the walks.
I walked for a good 5 hours, in the heat of the afternoon, at a fairly brisk pace, over some very hilly ground. I managed to get through about 3 litres of water and and 0.5 litre of orange juice. I didn't see any koalas but discovered some gorgeous little bays and it was good exercise.
I returned to the hostel, went for a chicken curry and then when Oz and Beth returned we played Australian trivial pursuit aided by free pancakes and ice-cream.
The Diary We all picked up photos from the chemist. A very exciting day as we dashed back to number and comment them. I posted a few cards and the Stone Alone book to Christy but not a lot else happened. Another $3.50 meal at Magnums and then I phoned Christy. I pissed off a lad who was waiting for the phone because I was on so long. There are no rules about how long you can use the phone. It's a good job it was a reverse charge call or I think I'd have been slitting my wrists.
2012 Back in 1992 Telstra was known as Telecom Australia and Optus was just getting off the ground.
I think I've previously mentioned the effort we had to go through with photos. Get them developed, write on the back of them so you could remember what they were, separate the negs from the prints, mail the prints to the parents in the UK, check poste restante several months later to confirm that the prints had been received and then mail the negs back. This is not to mention the several rolls of film that you had to have spare in 100, 200 and 400 ASA, the bulky camera that you had to carry around and the fact that you wouldn't shoot hundred of shots at random as every shot cost money and had to be developed.
Up early again to catch the scenic railway to Kuranda. The journey was not as scenic as it could have been since the waterfalls traversed en route were nothing more than trickles. Once at Kuranda we checked into the very tropical Mrs Miller's Backpacker's Hostel. I was in a very basic dormitory that was infested with flies and, apparently, mozzies.
We went to the Kuranda Markets, avoided the Japanese tourists, watched the Bungee and then wandered back. Oz and Beth went to laze by the pool and I went for a walk past the river, along the bank and back around. Later on, I went for a run. Kuranda is pretty small, it wouldn't take long to run a lap.
I'm beginning to get bored. I'm definitely a city person. Kuranda is very beautiful and tropical but without the markets it's a boring, expensive, tourist village. I need to be doing something and I'm already over lying on beaches and beside pools.
2012 No mention in the diary that it was Australia Day. Did we know? Did we care?
There are other ways to get to Kuranda now - including the Skyrail.
Out to sea again. This time on a pearl lugger called The Falla. Our intrepid crew of Dave, Perry, and Pete and Perry's mate from Manchester - and 27 others and us - ventured forth. More snorkelling but this time we were given a tour of the reef and were shown jellyfish, sea cucumbers etc.
Sea thingys
More sea thingys
Behind you
I encountered a small shark about 3 feet long but fortunately it's parents weren't around. After Perry's talk about diving we all decided to take the plunge (bad pun intended) and fork out $45 to do 30mins scuba diving. Pretty good fun it was too and I even had the dubious pleasure of my face mask filling up with water.
Relaxing
Oz and I snorkelled out to a sand island in the reef where we bumped into Roswitha and Markus. Small world. On the way back to Cairns the crew kept us amused with tales of pearl diving and a game of water melon world championships. We sailed into Cairns to the sounds of the Beach Boys. Great day.
Catching watermelons
Beth
We went straight to Magnums for another meal for $3.50 and several jugs of beer and the sounds of the 70s. Quite a few of the people from the boat wandered past during the course of the evening including the Swiss miss with the gorgeous legs.
2012 I remember this as a fabulous day out. I remember Beth saying that it was so good she was going to change her views ob Club 18-30 holidays - maybe they were worth going on after all.
The 4 days we spent out on yachts were by far the best parts of the trip round Australia. Maybe we should do something similar with the kids this year.
See here, here and here for a modern, eventful history of the Falla.
The Diary Nightmare journey. The seats didn't recline very far and I ended up in a window seat next to a big fat aboriginal woman who squeezed two kids on her lap. She was dressed as if she was going to the Antarctic and at various stages I ended up being draped with kids and blankets. Hooray for Townsville. People got off and I moved to a new seat and eventually got some sleep.
Arrived in Cairns. Thank heavens for courtesy buses. No lugging the rucksack around after 2 hours sleep. Once safe in our 'cell' in Tracks Hos-tell we booked on a day trip to the Great Barrier Reef and a return journey to Kuranda on the scenic railway.
Wandered around town, nothing at Poste Restante, Oz got a haircut (or so he says) and I phoned Christy. She's moving out of her flat in order to save some money and (small world) her parents (Jeff and Sharon) are in Cairns this week.
We all crashed out for about 3 hours sleep and we were still experiencing bobbing up and down despite being back on dry land. The evening meal cost $3.50 plus free beer. Bargain.
2012 Tracks is apparently now called Asylum and is a big party hostel. I remember it for it's breeze block cells.
The first mention of Jeff and Sharon. The don't feature too heavily in this story of my trip round the world but they do feature heavily in my subsequent life with Christy. Jeff was brought up in Cairns. Which explains why he lives in Sydney !
Airlie Beach to Cairns - 623km Total distance since Sydney - 2,913km (1,820miles)
The Diary Sean's birthday. I bet he wishes he could be here. More jolly japes on one of the islands including international frisbee and keepy uppies in the sea (see xmas day). No world, southern hemisphere, continental nor national records were broken. We arrived back on dry land at 4:05pm, a mere 5 minutes late.
The crew
We then managed to squander the next 8 1/2 hours before the bus left. We talked to Heidi and Ian and used Heidi's room while she went out 'raging' with Stefanie. Ian was on the same bus as us and he joined us for a pizza before we left.
2012 Sean was turning 24. He's currently living in Adelaide with Louise and kids Hannah (13) and Joe (11) and is almost old enough to play O45 footy.
The Diary A very early start - before 7am. It rained, the sea got rough, went calm, the rain stopped, 3 cups of tea and breakfast. All this happened before Oz and Beth surfaced from their cabin well after everyone else. I shall draw my own conclusions. More snorkelling and some swimming in the strong tides getting nowhere. We landed on one of the islands and went on a brief bush walk. Big lizards everywhere.
Thar she blows
Ian at the helm
Nessie ?
Oz and the South Star
I ate loads for lunch having missed out on the previous meal. After lunch we sailed again and indulged in a spot of boom-netting. All good clean fun but hard on the hands. The evening was very tranquil and we passed it by, by discussing Queensland politics with Ed who turned out to be very pro-Joh (Bjelke-Petersen).
2012 Joh Bjelke-Petersen. An incredibly controversial figure in Australian politics.
The Diary We've been travelling for 6 months now. Beth's bus was on time so the three of us got on the courtesy bus to the Ariel Point Marina while Beth recounted tales of Fraser Island and her dodgy travelling companions. Oh-oh. On the South Star we were greeted by Ed, our skipper, and Yvonne, our deckie.
The Souh Star
Our fellow passengers were Chris & Debbie from Somerset and Manchester reading Mech Eng and Pharmacy, Ian from the Royal Navy, Heidi from Canada, (I never found out if she had a Canadian flag on her bag, which seems to be obligatory for Canadian travellers), Stefanie, the cute if slightly overweight German from Stuttgart who's English was pretty good and Roswitha and Markus, the German speaking Italians from a restaurant in the Tyrol. Everyone turned out fine, Ian was a little overbearing at times and Markus and Roswitha could be a little quiet but everyone got on. Definitely no dickheads.
We sailed, or rather motored, out to a sand island and did the first of several snorkel sessions. This was the start of "did you see...", "it was this (arms spread out wide) big". Tea, biscuits and sandwiches appeared throughout the day and were quickly devoured. We had a little bit of trouble with the engine but managed to get in some more snorkelling on the reef. Wow.
I felt quite ill in the evening due to the smell of the peanut sauce on the bbq satay sticks - definitely not seasickness - so I went to bed early without my evening meal.
The Diary The usual courtesy bus to the hostel. This one's called Reef Oceania and has the biggest hostel pool so far. Can't go into the sea due to the box jellyfish so Oz and I had a quick look around town. He bought some socks and I bought some swimmers. We then booked onto a 3 day/2night cruise around the Whitsundays leaving at 10am the following morning. If Beth's bus is late we've got problems.
The afternoon was spent lazing by and in the pool and the evening was spent by the TV. Australia beat India by 7 runs in a close game, packed with incidents (as ITV would say), plenty of talking points there Elton. And I finally got to see some British soccer again. Liverpool still look crap. Hope the neanderthal British elements watching the TV are not on the boat with us. Same goes for the Yanks.
2012 Oz had probably worn out his other pair of socks. Swimmers = trunks = speedos, depending where you come from
Beth was catching up with us after her side trip to Fraser Island and we must have known which bus she was booked on. There would have been no way for us to check on her progress and whether or not she made the bus, until it pulled up in Airlie Beach.
We picked the hostels that we stayed in out of Lonely Planet Australia. Most of the ones I've looked up seem to no longer exist or have been renamed. In 1992 nothing had websites so the "book" was what we had to rely on. Current hostels in Airlie Beach are below.
"Liverpool still look crap" - this was the final season of the old div 1. The clubs had been plotting and scheming and a month later the Premier League was founded and the new League kicked off in August. Liverpool had been the dominant team for most of my football watching days - they'd won the league 11 times in the previous 17seasons but the cracks were showing now. It was strange to watch them struggle.
Australia beat India in the cricket - not much change there then as that's what's been happening all summer.
The Diary Up early again. Bus to Hervey Bay. The beach here is pretty crap. Hervey Bay is just a stopping off point for Fraser Island. Still, the beach was interesting for it's crab life. We spent the day at the backpacker's swimming pool wasting time.
Gaz
Oz
Good job the rainy season hasn't affected us yet. Overnight bus to Airlie Beach. This is not too bad. I'm either getting used to this or my back's quite a bit better.
2012 Tough life being a backpacker. Overnight bus trips were a but of a problem for me. Sitting long periods was still a bit much for my back and coach seats in particular were uncomfortable. Too narrow, didn't recline much and it was difficult to get up and walk around. Trains were always easier but Australia is not well endowed with a decent rail system.
Noosa to Hervey Bay - 188km Hervey Bay to Airlie Beach - 875km Total distance since Sydney - 2,290km
The Diary We went to another beach at Noosa. Brilliant surf and we spent hours trying to body surf. The sea was exceptionally salty and after being wiped out umpteen times I'd swallowed most of it. the evening was spent chatting to sports-mad-max from South Africa and Patrick from Switzerland (who gained a crash course in cricket and rugby).
2012 I recall trying to find places to watch footy and rugby throughout the whole trip. Back in those days the 5 Nations was on free to air TV. Nowadays it can only be found on Setanta (sometime).
Anyway - cheer up Scotties, you've won the odd game since then.
The Diary Oz and I got up very early to catch the bus to Noosa Heads while Beth had a lie-in as she was off to Fraser Island. We arrived at the Jolly Jumbuck Hos-tell and we were put in the house on the hill. We went to the beach and then for a long walk around the National Park. About 10km and it was pretty hot even at 6pm.
2012 Brisbane to Noosa - 141km Total distance since Sydney - 1,223km
The Diary Went in to see about my Eurail Pass. It's no good to me as I'm a European resident. Now I've got to work out some other way of getting back home. I can't get an inter-rail pass without returining to the UK either. Christy said on the phone and in a letter that she wants to come across to Europe and perhaps travel with me at the end of the year. We'll have to see what happens.
Story Bridge, Brisbane
We all met up at 12:30 and spent several hours in the science museum reliving school science experiments. We proved that we aren't tone deaf, turned ourselves into gyroscopes, raced bubbles, played twinkle, twinkle little star on a thong-o-phone, played in the weird room and left semi-permanent shadows. Wow!
Then we went to catch the bus to take us to the look-out in the hills. We then discovered there is only one bus per day and we'd missed it. Next time. Evening meal in a strange 'mediterranean' restaurant.
The view we didn't get
2012 Eurail passes could only be used by non-European passport holders, inter-rail tickets could only be purchased in your home country. My plans to carry on travelling via train once I got off the trans-mongolian express in helsinki were looking a little shaky, but I did have plenty of time up my sleeve, though I imagined that sorting it all out in Australia would be easier than doing it in Mongolia or Nepal.
The lookout in the hills - the hill is Mt Coot-tha. Home of Channel 9 Brisbane (QTQ) and the other commercial free-to-air stations in Australia. I'd go back there several times with work.
The Diary We were about to check out when the man on the desk said he had better rooms and that we were in his worst rooms. We got ourselves a far, far better room and a discount to boot. I went into town to hand in my tax form - but they couldn't give me the money over the counter.
In the arvo we went on the XXXX tour after yet more ineptitude by the management. They were late and blamed everyone else. Then they said people in sandals would have to change when it didn't matter. Still, the free beer was OK. Didn't find out what XXXX stood for or why stubbies come in 375ml sizes.
In the evening we discovered our room-mate was mad Derek the sleep-talking ex-Kings Cross bouncer from South Australia.
2012 I assume the inept management was another reference to the staff at the hos-tell.
The XXXX brand was first introduced in 1924 and is a throwback to the long standing tradition of using Xs to indicate the strength of an ale. The brand name also built upon XXX Sparkling Ale introduced in 1878. The brand is used on theXXXX Bitter,XXXX Gold,XXXX Light Bitter(Lager),XXXX DL(Diet Lager) andSovereign(Lager)."
Why are stubbies 375ml (in Aus) ? Still don't know.
