Showing posts with label Mackay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mackay. Show all posts

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Love and hate

Aaah Rockhampton. We began a love affair with this town on our first visit, and it still lingers. We cannot put our finger on it, but we could quite easily settle in this town. ‘Rocky’ offers the best of both city and country life- city standard shopping, but authentic country hospitality, topped off with ye olde worlde sandstone buildings.

Customs House and Commercial Hotel, Rockhampton

Known as the beef capital of Australia, life sized bull statues line the main street- however recent Uni pranks have seen the ‘bulls balls’ being souvenired. We camped by the mighty Fitzroy River, Australia’s second largest catchment, which flows through the town. She was in full flow, with plenty of high, green grass lining her banks.

The journey north from Rockhampton re-ignited memories from our first trek north, like walking around Mt Etna trying to find the elusive bats (we never did find them), being chased by a bush turkey and our first free camp spot at Carmila Beach. The sugar cane was still just as tall, a steel green contrast to the now vivid green grass.

As the bitumen danced to the horizon the towns grew further apart. Growing weary, and with no other real option we pulled into Mackay for the night. We had stayed here previously and were not that enamoured with the town. Although we now camped at Black’s Beach, a nicer spot than the Caravan Park in town previously stayed at, our dislike of the town was as strong as ever.


Black's Beach, Mackay

The weather was a little more humid here, but we were not going near the ocean water. Stinger season. Only last week Black’s Beach was closed as a 12 year old girl, wearing a full stinger suit, had a Box Jellyfish wrap around her ankle and exposed foot. Given morphine she was still screaming in pain a full five minutes later.

Once you leave Mackay the vista changes, once again becoming a sight to gaze at. The fields of rippling sugarcane run right up to the edge of a sculptured mountain range. Paperbarks and palm trees line the road. We were on our way to Bowen, famous for being the location of the ‘Australia’ movie. We have both seen the movie, but are not fans of Baz’s work. However, stopping in at the Big Mango, which is also a tourist information centre, we discovered there is more to see and do here.

The Big Mango!

Bowan marks our foray into previously uncharted territory, and we gotta say- we like it! Located at the top of the Whitsundays, it is surprisingly nice. The town still has an air of underdeveloped purity, but with its landscaped foreshores, pretty beaches complete with tumbling granite boulders and swaying palm trees, it is a nice place to chill out.

Horseshoe Bay, Bowen.... a little old lady took the photo for us...

Much beautifying work has gone on since ‘Australia’, but all that remains of the movie set is the Police Station facade. Made of plaster of paris, the weather is playing its part in erasing all evidence of the movie.

The Police Station, 'Australia' movie


Charters Towers was to be our next destination, however having passed through Home Hill and detoured to Ayr, with its Big Snake, we soon came across a warning sign.

Big Snake (actually the Rainbow Serpent), Ayr

The road ahead was very steep and trucks, buses and caravans were warned not to proceed. We were annoyed. We had specifically stopped in at the tourist information centre to enquire about such. A previous hair raising steep road experience had us turning around and heading towards Townsville.

Infact, we stopped about 25 km’s south of Townsville in the Bowling Green National Park. Camped by the Alligator River, we were soon joined by a flock of Bush Turkeys (we have never seen so many) and cute little Agile Wallabies. The showers were cold only, but the crystal clear river was a nice 22 degrees.... so guess where we bathed....



Our bath, Bowling Green National Park

The following morning we hiked to Cockatoo Creek. There is a particular plant up here that has a strong smell like tumeric. It permeates the air and has all on the walk wondering which plant it is coming from.

After a restless night spent listening to the strange sounds of the ‘tropical bush’, we headed into Townsville. Although Queensland’s second largest city, it still has a tropical laid back feel. Sprawled in a valley, the town is nestled in between huge rocky escarpments ending at the sea, giving a sense of space and freedom with the security of impenetrable mountains. Although, lucky WWII ended when it did for the Americans were about to blow up one such mountain, Castle Hill, in order to form a land bridge to Magnetic Island, located 8 kilometres off shore.

Picnic lunch near the Rock Pool, The Strand

The foreshore, known as ‘The Strand’ is manmade, complete with stinger free rock pool. This is just one of the modern developments, giving the impression of a thriving town, yet compassionate with the many heritage buildings. The Museum of Tropical Queensland is a very modern building, however we found the museum itself a disappointment.


My head on a platter, Townsville Museum

Whilst the Pandora shipwreck exhibition (the ship sent to find the Bounty and its mutineers), was worthy, the remainder of the museum was a little too kid centric. Yet, we like Townsville, another place we could easily live in.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Such is life

You may remember me likening our digs to a resort. They say the tropical north is paradise (I have heard there are only two states to be in QLD and pissed....). My paradise..... a handsome waiter set up a table and chairs on the beach, near our camp, complete with prawns and wine (perhaps however you will note the wine is in a Black & Gold Soda bottle- it is easier to keep in the fridge than the whole cask......). The waiter then joined me (OK, it was Dave) and we sat and watched the sun set.


Prawns & wine on Mackay beach

Having our fill of prawns we then feed them to ‘Mr Percival’, while we planned the next days adventure.
The following day we meandered through some rural towns, including Childers. You may remember it was here in 2000 that the backpackers burnt down. We visited the memorial in the remains, which has been turned into an art gallery. Leaving in a sombre mood, after reading about the victims lives and unfulfilled plans, it was a little surreal to be ‘accosted’ by a local homeless man. He seemed very intelligent, but did he ever stop to draw breath? He also looked like the person who could have started the fire.....
A little down the road, I felt peckish. Dave pulled over, I jumped in the ‘house’ and chopped up some pineapple- sweet and juicy and only 49 cents! We soon arrived at our next destination- The Town of 1770 (its real name). 1770 is the second place (after Botany Bay) that Captain Cook landed after being seduced by its beauty. Can you guess what year this happened?



Captain Cook landed here, 1770

1770 and the neighbouring Agnes Waters are indeed beautiful, similar to what an untouched Manly peninsula may once have looked. The town has a drowsy feel, the glittering sun shining a sleepy warmth. It is as if time has stood still, the new beachfront developments looking very out of place with the FJ Holdens and ‘old codgers’.



Cairn to commemorate Captain Cook

After walking a few nature trails, we stopped off at the local art gallery. Not sure if I would call most of it ‘art’, but they did have a baby joey they were looking after. His mother was road kill. Stuffed safely in his pouch, ‘Joey’ looked very content as he sucked his thumb. (It is true joeys do suck their thumbs, or rather their dual clawed claw that they use for grooming). Given that we were in an area steeped in history, we decided it may well be worth a visit to the local museum. Quaint is the word that springs to mind here. The museum is an eclectic mix of bits and pieces locals have collected from the local area and on their travels. The local school has also made many a diorama..... But the piece d resistance was a 65 year old orange. It has been lovingly kept for all those years, through each stage of mould.... If you want to know what it looks like, you will just have to visit the Museum at Agnes Waters.....


We are currently staying 20kms south of Gladstone. This ‘resort’ is complete with a jumping balloon, like a big reverse trampoline, which seemed to beckon Dave and I. Dave had trouble getting on, as I kept bouncing him off.... he may have forgotten I was a master trampoliner in my day. We also have the luxury of a herb garden, for us to pick from as we wish, and of course a pool- very nice after a hard day sightseeing and fishing. Alas, no barra for dinner tonight, after equipping Dave with a new rod, reel and lures, all we managed to catch was a desire for a swim to cool off.
Tomorrow we are heading towards Rockhampton, and are tossing up the idea of trying out some ‘free camping’- mmm..... must be sure to have a long hot shower in the morning!