Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Wild Ride!

The theme song from Indiana Jones played as we plunged wildly down a nearly vertical half kilometer drop in the rainforest.
Hans and I were in the steepest funicular in the world, and it’s open to the elements!  It was like a mad roller coaster ride, only we just went down.  And down.  And down some more.  Wild, and quite exciting.
Then we walked along a boardwalk halfway between the bottom and the canopy, which was fabulous!


Here and There

What have I learned about Australia so far?  It’s a place at once recognizably similar but decidedly different.  For example:
In most cities we’ve visited, households use and drink tankwater.  That’s pure rainwater they collect from their roofs which goes into a huge storage tank.  Phil’s tank is larger than most at 50,000 litres.  Some houses have a diversion switch so the first batch of water which contains all the dirt and birdshit runs off, and then the clean water goes into the tank. 
There are no basements, but then they don’t need them for furnaces ‘cause there’s no central heating.  They don’t need it.  In areas where it does get cool in the winter they use space heaters. Lots of places have solar hot water heaters, and you can see both the solar panels and the tanks, which lie flat on the roofs.  Some places have air conditioning if they need it.
Gardens are gorgeous and extensive because of their long growing season.

Where’s Timmy?  He could make a fortune here.  Coffee as we know it is almost nonexistent here.  Almost every house and restaurant serve only instant coffee, so I had no problem resisting it.  Only very occasionally have I had real coffee and they call it cappuccino (it’s not) if you want it with foam and flat white if you want it, well, flat.  Without foam.

There is no tipping here, though we did tip in Sydney when we went to an upscale restaurant.  Minimum wage is quite high compared to Canada.  We were told it’s around $20, which would explain why there’s no tipping

I picked up a few pieces of fruit and nuts to take on the train with us, and all fruit, even though most of it comes from here, is very expensive.  Bananas were $3/ kg;  Gala apples were $6.57/kg; mangoes were $1.50 each and nectarines were just over $9/ kg.  I found the prices shocking!

Lots of seafood is available everywhere, but since I haven’t bought any I can’t comment on the cost, but it’s plentiful and very, very fresh and delicious! 

Infrastructure, like roads, is lacking.  The main highway between Sydney and Brisbane runs right through Coffs Harbour, and it’s a bottleneck.  They’ve talked about improving it for 20 years, and have started work on it now but locals tell us it’s 10 years to completion.  By then it will already be too small to handle the increased traffic flow.

There are many private clubs where you can gamble and eat, and we ate in these clubs several times with our hosts so we had to take out a temporary membership, which is free, but otherwise you can’t enter.  Lots of people like to gamble and horse racing in particular is a big favourite.

Fun rules!  Everyone we met was full of laughter and ready to have a good time, just like our friends and Rotary clubs back home.  There was nothing stuffy here.

Luxury cars are very expensive compared to Canada.  The same Lexus for which we might pay $55,000 costs $95,000 here and the difference is all tax.  And they drive on the wrong side of the road – maybe that’s where the price differential comes in.

Travel is hugely expensive, like cruises.  Looking through the paper I was shocked to see that 12 and 13 day cruises cost over $5,000 per person even though that included air.  So I told our hosts that if they ever want to cruise, they should save money and fly to Canada or the US first and start their cruise from there.

Land and housing is more expensive, but then it’s hard to compare since we’ve been in ocean-front areas where of course land and housing would be most costly.  It probably compares to Vancouver land prices, though it may be higher here.  Sydney housing around the ocean and Bondi Beach is in the mega millions.  We saw a $100 million dollar house.

Overall, we’re a lot more similar than different.  Values and principles are pretty much aligned with ours.  Everyone values the same things, like friends and family.

And best of all, I haven’t personally seen anything yet that could kill me.  But I know they’re lurking out there.




I kissed a dolphin and I liked it


Saw our first dolphin show in decades, and it was as much fun as I remembered.  The dolphins seem to love their play and they happily waited as we all lined up to get a dolphin kiss.  Hans took a picture but only had time to get my back side.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Quilt

Sandy makes beautiful quilts.  I wish you could see the detail on this one.

Roberta, I wish I had taken photos of your paintings!!

Dinner for 150

There were 150 for dinner, with a waitlist of another 50 we were told.  We were all seated at different tables so we could spread Canadian goodwill to more people.  Sporadically, between good behaviour, we were egged on by  new Australian friends to do things like, imitate a Kookaburra.  This request was only for Canadians, and Aletta did a brilliant job for which she was rewarded by thunderous applause.

Hans had bought a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc but as we were at different tables, I got the bottle and it was good.  Soon, I giggled at every story told and radiated uncritical affection in all directions. 

Then they asked if one of the Canadians would do an impression of a koala.  I'd like to pretend it was my own idea, but I was encouraged by the bottle and the men on either side of me who said, "Just go up and hug the pole.  Go on.  Go on!"  So I did.  In my haste to get there I even lost a shoe, but evidently that didn't detract at all from my koala imitation.  Luckily, the pole was very thick, not skinny.

Sorry, you'll have to imagine it.



This was our presentation evening in Port Macquarie and all the Rotary Clubs had come together to see the Canadians.  Or more likely, to enjoy an evening of fellowshp with each other and we were just the catalyst.

I giggled at every story told and radiated uncritical affection in all directions.

Dancing with a seal

That’s Dean dancing with Maxine.

Butterfly kisses




This of course is NOT a butterfly, but a juvenile stick insect.  The adults grow up to 12"!

Gorgeous butterflies flew all around us.  I felt one land on me, just a whisper of air as its wings lightly brushed my hair.  We spent a little time in the Butterfly House this afternoon before pigging out on jam scones with whipping cream for afternoon tea.  This has been a decadent eating trip.  Not that I’m complaining.  No sir!

Tally me banana



This is how they grow the bananas.  They’re covered with bags to prevent birds pecking at them, and also to keep the temperature constant.

Blueberry Farm - major fundraiser

"This is our major fundraiser," said George, president of the Coffs City Rotary Club, as he stepped into the bus.  He was joining us on our visit to the largest blueberry plantation in the southern hemisphere, and it was immense.

"There are a lots of things that can bite you."  We all laughed a little.

"This is serious," he said, and looked us in the eye.  We sobered up.

"If you get bitten, there are two things you must remember.  First, don't panic.  If you panic, the poison travels faster through your system.  You don't want that.  Secondly, note what bit you.  It's important so that they can administer the proper antidote."

"I think I'll stay in the bus," said Penny.  I was beginning to be of the same mind.

"It's not as dangerous as I'm making it sound," George went on.  "In fifteen years we've only lost 2 Rotarians.  The first was because she got too panicky, and the second because she didn't notice what had bitten her."  Yikes!

Then he laughed.  "Just kidding."

We did see some spiders though.  "Is that a dangerous one?" Hans asked the horticultural scientist who was with us.  "Not really," he replied.  Wrong answer!  What does that even mean? 

This one is about 3" long and the white part of the X is part of its web.



Look at the size of that blueberry!
We toured the .  The blueberry bushes were so heavy with fruit that they shimmered blue.  We devoured them like locusts though we couldn’t strip them bare, they were so plentiful.

White Pointers

“Too bad the weather’s not nice,” said our guide as he was showing us around the beach at Port Macquarie.  “If it were nicer, I would take you down that path and show you the white pointers,” and he indicated a wooded area with a small footpath disappearing into its shadows.
“What’s a white pointer?” asked someone.
“That’s where the ladies take off their tops and lie back to get some sun.”
Sorry, no pictures.

Morning Champagne

“Wine tasting in ten minutes,” Gary said as we left on the bus.
Today there will be no morning tea. Instead, we will have morning champagne.  I like it.
We could sample anything we wanted to at the Cassegrain Winery, a lovely setting overlooking rolling vineyards and magnificent rose gardens.
Those gorgeous coloured trees are flame trees and jacaranda.




Here come de judge

 “Order in the court!  Order in the court!”
I sat down in the prisoner’s cage and put on a sad face.  They were accusing me of poisoning my husband with arsenic.
“Arsenic!”  Yelled the spectators/ jury.  “Hang her!”
My head drooped, lacy cap covering my eyes as I listened to witness after witness giving testimony as to the fictitious dastardly deed.  We were role-playing in the old court house as part of our tour, and we threw ourselves into our parts with great delight.
In the end, I was acquitted despite my lawyer who called “Oops” instead of Objection.

The historic courthouse was built in 1869 and served Port Macquarie for 117 years.  Eventually, it became a tourist venue and they put on these delightful 'plays' for tourists where you're each given a script with your portion highlighted.  And some props like the wigs and caps.  It was a lot of fun.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers...

...on their Australian run.
I saw three of them today, resting up for their big night next month.

Joeys!!


“Fifty cents for Kangaroo food,” said the sign, so Lou and I each bought a cup when we entered the Billabong.  And I’m so glad, because we got to feed a mommy kangaroo with her little joey hanging around.
Then joey got a little scared and scampered back into the safety of mommy’s pouch.
That is just too cute!
In a related note, there are nets stretched high up across the highways in koala territory so that they can safely get across.




Their fur is very soft.  Wished I could have held him, but it's against the law now because it's too stressful for the koalas.

At the Koala Hospital, we learned that males are tagged on the left “because females are always right,” came a disembodied voice.  “And males are left to do the work,” replied our guide, and he directed us to the picture window where they were currently feeding a young male with a health supplement, using a syringe.  He was found in a “bad” area – not enough good eucalyptus – and had been losing weight so he needed a boost.  He submitted to the feeding, but didn’t seem to be enjoying it much.

Big Bamboo


The huge bamboo is over 140 year old


Looks like they couldn't spell back then either.

More about the wine



“Less about the tour, more about the wine,” I said under my breath as we were first taken through the family history of the Douglas Vale Historic Vineyard.  *sigh*  We were on a strict timeline and ff you had a choice between listening to someone’s family history or tasting wine, which would you choose?
However, we did learn that the first resort hotel in Australia was in Port Macquarie, up on the hill.   the It was the jail.  And the 160 year old bamboo forest was spectacular.

David and Sheryl in Port Macquarie

I can’t resist telling you that in nearly all the host homes in which we’ve stayed, the men have done the cooking.

The chicken had been marinating in oils and spices for 2 days.
And the thick green apple quarters were carefully placed in a pattern in the hot, sweet butter later covered with flaky dough and turned into a succulent Tarte Tatin.  Yum!  It was a convivial evening sprinkled with good wine, good food and good company.

Crystalline Pottery


Too bad you can’t really see the detail on the vase, but the finish looks exactly like the frost crystals you get on the window during a cold spell.  It simply looks fabulous.  He gave us a demo and did it in half time, transforming this lump of porcelain clay into a beautifully symmetrical fruit bowl.  He says he works pretty fast and can make 8 of them in an hour!!  And, he had to take his website off the internet because he can’t keep up with the orders.  Imagine.

Hmmm....

“Have you used the telescope yet?”         
(You have to read what's on the 'telescope')

Reflective Garden


During our drive, we passed through gentle little towns and along seemingly still sleeping streets.
Visited the Reflective Garden, filled with statuary not just of saints, but of seemingly random people and things.  For example, I don't know what that wall above signifies with it's strange sculptures.
There’s a beautiful pond nearly covered with water lilies.  It’s still and quiet, but underneath lurk a mass of eels.  There’s something to reflect upon – don’t let the boat tip.

Whistle Stop for lunch in Port Macquarie

What a view!
I don’t know how high we are in this photo, but that’s Port Macquarie way down below, another charming town with salt water lakes and a very active fishing industry and oyster farming.
One of the Rotarians’ sons is a commercial fisherman and he provided a delectable lunch of peel-and-eat-shrimp and oysters.  The oysters were so fresh the flesh was still pumping.
All you can eat for $10.  We couldn’t even finish all the shrimp.


Up Close and Personal 
These cheeky Kookaburras hung around our picnic table.  Turns out he likes shrimp too.