Day 2: Singapore

Today is our big day in Singapore. We are only here in Singapore for one full day, so we need to make the most of it.

We booked a 3 hour walking (eating) foodie tour for the morning, and then have the afternoon free.

But first, some logistical matters to address.

We already bought our 2 day MRT pass, but we need to get a SIM card and breakfast. And figure out how to get from our hotel to Chinatown for the tour.

So we needed to get our bearings.

First view of Singapore

We had coffee in our teeny tiny hotel room to start the day right. And when I say teeny tiny room, believe me because I’m not kidding.

The bed was probably queen sized, and there was enough space for a chair either side between the bed and the wall. Twice that much at the foot end of the bed, but most of that was taken up with a mini fridge, cupboard and desk. And then there was a teeny tiny bathroom off to the side.

$200 per night was what we paid.

Anyhow, at least we had a comfy bed to sleep in …

Coffee consumed, and we went in search of breakfast. We did a quick walk around the block to see what there was to see.

Singapore
Singapore

We found a hawker centre (I’ll explain that later) – or a food court – with all manner of takeaway food places in it, and we saw the word ”bakery” … and you cant go wrong with a bakery for breakfast … can you?

We bought this sugar scroll thing that was about the size of a dinner plate and 10mm thick made of puff pastry. It was pretty tasteless, but stopped us from starving.

Not that there is any risk of starving in Singapore … although I’m having trouble with the concept of eating hot noodles for breakfast, which seems to be the standard food for all meals.

We found a 7-Eleven down the street and bought a SGD$12.00 (about AUD$14.00) SIM card, and hopped on the nearest MRT to get to Chinatown by 9.30am.

Chinatown meeting place for the tour

Once we had hooked up with our tour group and our guide, we were off to get the history of Singapore, learn about the food scene here, and eat.

There were only 6 of us on the tour – a couple of Chinese girls (early to mid 20s) who never said a peep the whole time, an American couple from Long Beach California (late 20s), and MBW and myself.

Here is fun fact … only Tourists call this area Chinatown. The locals call it something else that literally translates to “buffalo cart water”.

So back in the day, hawkers were street food vendors that pushed their carts around the streets of Singapore. They were supposed to be licensed, but most were not, so when the inspectors came around most of them scattered.

So the government created hawker centres where all of the food vendors could open a stall in a controlled environment … and that is where we went.

Tour/hawker centre
Tour/hawker centre
Tour/hawker centre
Tour/hawker centre
Tour/hawker centre
Food vendors
Food vendors
Food vendors

Here are a couple more fun facts … 90% of the food in Singapore is imported and they have little to no agriculture here. According to our tour guide, the only thing that grows in Singapore is people.

Next fun fact is that 80% of the population live in public housing, and most of it is pretty … ordinary.

I’m not going to try and explain everything we ate, except to say that if I’d bothered to learn how to use chopsticks before we left home, the whole experience would have been so much better.

The other important lesson about doing a food tour in Singapore when you can’t confidently use chopsticks, is to wear dark clothes … to minimise the splatter from eating noodles.

Sigh 🙁

After the very first dish we ate, I already looked like I should have worn a bib, or perhaps a garbage bag with holes cut in it for my head and arms.

Food tour
Food tour
Food tour
Food tour

I’m not going to bore you with all the details, but we ate lots of different dishes, had coffee, and had a fabulous time learning about the food and culture of Singapore.

Singapore
Singapore
Singapore
Singapore
Singapore
Singapore
Singapore
Singapore

You will recall that MBW broke her foot at Easter 2023, so walking is either a bit uncomfortable for her, or downright painful.

After hiking all over Chinatown for 3 hours in the tropical heat, we headed back to our teeny tiny hotel room (TTHR) for a rest and some air conditioning.

One of the other things that we were keen to look at in Singapore is the Gardens by the bay (GBTB). It’s a bit like the Brisbane botanical gardens, except on steroids. And you have to pay to go in … like SGD$59.00 each to look at some flowers. That’s about AUD$68 each. Each.

Now, to be fair, MBW was keen to go, but I needed some convincing.

When we were in New York in 2018 we earned our stripes as subway ninjas. And I have to tell you that we still have it.

The Singapore subway is astonishing. Every line is coded, and every station has an identifier that makes sense. Bencoolen Station (next to our hotel) is station DT21 (where DT = Downtown line). Chinatown is DT19, so it is two stops closer to the city.

Singapore MRT map

Some of the tracks are 6 or 7 levels underground. Don’t even get me started on the fact that they are cheap, driverless (as in fully automated with no staff on-board), and you never need to wait more than 4 or 5 minutes for a train to come.

MRT
MRT
MRT
MRT
MRT
MRT

And clean – I reckon you could eat off the floor in those subways.

So we did the subway ninja thing and hopped trains, changed platforms, and found ourselves at the GBTB station. We walked about 500m from the station to the gardens’ and bought our tickets for the Flower dome including a Monet exhibition, and the Cloud Forest.

Both exhibitions were absolutely amazing.

The flower dome was this enormous, air conditioned dome that must have covered half an acre in land size, and had gardens from many countries of the world represented, including Australia. Walking through the Australian garden was seriously just like walking through the bush at home.

You can become so absorbed in the gardens that you can easily spend a couple of hours – or more – wandering around, following paths, and looking at the extensive exhibits or stunning gardens.

The photos simply don’t do it justice.

Gardens by the Bay
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome
Flower Dome

We then went through the Cloud forest, which is another fully enclosed rainforest complete with a 35m high waterfall. You wind your way through the exhibit and can easily lose an hour or more just wandering around and looking at the plants.

Cloud forest
Cloud forest
Cloud forest
Cloud forest
Cloud forest
Cloud forest
Cloud forest

One of the things that we found really funny (and annoying) is that young Singapore ladies behave as though they are rock stars … they are constantly taking photos of each other … but not just a happy snap, a fully orchestrated “look back over the shoulder with pouting lips and a perfectly timed hair flick” to get just the right effect.

And – oddly – they seem to think it’s OK to block off the path and stop people walking through while they get the perfect shot.

By the time we had finished the gardens it was getting late – maybe 6.30pm and we needed to get dinner and get back to our TTHR.

One of the places that we ate at on the tour was kinda on the way home, so we did the subway thing again and navigated ourselves back to the hawker centre and queued up to order dinner.

This particular lady who runs this shop has 9 Michelin badges … a concept I don’t entirely understand, but has something to do with getting awards for food quality, cleanliness and hygiene. And the food was amazing.

SGD$9.00 for two bowls of food that were so delicious …

Dinner

Back home to our TTHR by about 8.00pm to get our bags packed and ready to head off to Khao Lak Thailand tomorrow. We have a 2.00pm flight, so we have to be at the airport by 12.00noon, so we need to be on the MRT heading to Changi Airport by 10.30am.

That will give us a few hours in the morning to have a poke around and see what there is to see. It seems that Raffles Hotel is only about 500m away, so that will be a fun way to fill the morning … but you will hear about that tomorrow.

It’s been a great day, but a BIG day. We walked more than 19,000 steps and had a fantastic day in the city learning about Singapore food and culture. And seeing the gardens, and riding the subway.

Ciao

#Thailand2024

Day 1: Brisbane – Singapore

I hadn’t planned to keep a blog of this trip, but then MBW suggested that I should.

Experience tells me that while it may have only been a suggestion, it was MBW that made the suggestion.

If you know what I mean …

Today’s post won’t be particularly verbose or informative I’m afraid … although I assume that you probably see the lack of informative content as normal, but I guess the lack of verbosity will be a nice change.

So what I’m trying to say is this: don’t bother making yourself a coffee or getting comfortable. It won’t take that long today.

We were picked up at home around 08.00am by one of our boys. Our flight was scheduled for 11.00am and we needed to be there by 09.00am latest, so an 08.00am pickup would get us there in plenty of time.

Drop off at the Brisbane international airport around 08.30am and we got our bag tags, then queued up behind about 300 other people for the bag drop.

In a line that wasn’t moving.

The public announcement said that Qantas was experiencing a “luggage movement operational issue”, which I think is code for “the baggage belt is broken, so don’t plan to go anywhere anytime soon”.

Well, I guess it’s better that the luggage belt is broken than there being something wrong with the plane.

Bag drop … finally
On our way

We finally got to drop our bags, went downstairs to the gate, and got coffee. Waited about 45 minutes at the gate and boarded the aircraft.

Coffee

We were in row 57, the second to last row from the blunt end of the aircraft, and about as far away from First class (and the pointy end) as you can possibly get. In fact, we were so far back that I thought we might have been out on the back patio!

Welcome to Sardine Airlines. The flight was absolutely chockers and we were all squished in like … well, sardines.

It may look like we’re happy but …

Push back from the gate, and then we taxied for such a long way that I wondered if we were going to drive all of the way to Singapore. Although I’m pretty sure that there is water between Australia and Singapore, so driving probably wasn’t a realistic option.

Finally we got to the end of the runway … engines spin up, engines spin down … then we taxi all the way back to the gate again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. We have had a computer malfunction and we have followed standard procedure to try to reset it, but we have been unsuccessful. So we are now going back to the gate to see if we can get an engineer to fix the problem.”

Sigh 🙁

So long story short, our 11.00am flight finally took off at 2.15pm – only 3 hours late. Engineers are wonderful and resourceful people, or they lied and took off with a broken computer.

Who knows?

Which wasn’t the end of the world, but it meant that our 5.00pm local time arrival (7.00pm Brisbane time) became a 7.30pm arrival (9.30pm Brisbane time) … and by the time we got our luggage, did our online traveller check-in, managed to buy a couple of 2 day tourist passes for the train, and navigated our way on the MRT (train system) to our hotel, it was pushing 10.00pm (midnight by our body clocks), and we were feeling pretty zapped.

2 day MRT tourist pass with unlimited travel

Checked in, went to our teeny tiny room on level 7, and went to bed without dinner or coffee. No dinner won’t kill us, but no coffee … yikes! That’s a scenario that will never end well.

And that is about it … just a couple of very weary travellers who spent about 11 hours jammed into too-small seats for a 8 hour flight to Singapore.

But we made it!

Tomorrow is another day, and I’m sure that after a good night’s sleep we will be ready to face the world again.

Ciao

#Thailand2024

Day 47: Gindoran – Home

Home.

We made it!

We woke this morning and it was freezing. Well, maybe not literally freezing, but another 4 degrees and it would have been literally freezing.

The Ikea thermometer said that it was 8 degrees inside Percy, but Elsie said otherwise. 4 degrees.

4 degrees – Gindoran

Brrr.

One of those cold mornings where – when you move you foot around in bed – you find another cold spot that makes you shiver all over again.

I should have worn bed-socks last night 🙁

And because we were off the grid again, there was no opportunity to plug in an electric heater.

We were carrying excess water that we wouldn’t need for our final day, and we didn’t want to haul it home if we didn’t have to. So we both used the opportunity for a hot shower to start the day, and get some feeling back into our extremities.

We were all plugged in and leaving the camping area about 7.20am. Not exactly a podium finish, but not bad anyway for a couple of retirees.

I have to say that our national highways are a disgrace. Bumpy, uneven, potholed, narrow, poorly engineered corners … and those are the positive things that I can think of! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again … when you are towing a van you get to experience every bump twice.

Once when Elsie hits it, and a second time when Percy hits it and sends a shockwave through your spine.

I’d hate to be having an Xray or surgery anytime soon, as I’m sure that most of my internal organs have been reorganised. Although I could probably get a job in a freak show.

“Come and look at this freak whose brain is in his left buttock, and his kidneys are up in his right shoulder.”

The other thing that we have noticed on the trip home is that – the closer we get to civilisation – the less civilised everyone is.

Language on UHF40 is foul and childish. Trucks sit right up your clacker at 100km/h meaning that if we have to stop in a hurry, I’ll be pulling parts of his bullbar out of the back of my head.

And when they go roaring past you, the shockwave of wind that they are pushing in front of them nearly blows you off the road.

Only a relatively short run today – just under 450km but much of that is increasingly complex due to more traffic and busier roads. And less tolerant drivers.

And getting tired.

Drive home

Unlike other days (eg in the NT) when we have driven all day and not seen any sign of life, today was very different because we were going through small townships.

Speed up, slow down, speed up again.

Places like Gin Gin, Apple Tree Creek, Childers, Duckinwilla, Aldershot, skirt Maryborough, Glenorchy, Owanyilla, Tiara, Gunalda, Curra, and Gympie.

Then through the Sunny Coast and onto the widest and smoothest and fastest road that I have seen in a looooong time.

We were home just after lunch and started the cleanup.

Home!

As luck would have it, our neighbours – who have also been on an extended road trip – also arrived home yesterday about an hour before we did, so there was a bit of jostling on the street for position so we could both get our vans in and start the cleaning process.

We got everything out of Percy and MBW did a few loads of washing, but the real cleanup will start tomorrow. Wash Elsie and Percy, put everything away … the list goes on.

Here are the vital stats for the trip:

  • Total km travelled (Elsie): 10,990km
  • Total km travelled (Percy): 8,896km
  • Longest driving/travelling day: 647km (Day 31: Churchill’s Head – WWII Airfield Free Camp)
  • Shortest driving/travelling day: 72km (Day 43: Fishery Falls – Paronella Park)
  • Total fuel cost: $4,153.15 ($88.36/day)

Yikes. Experience tells me – and I’m sure that my mate Jack Reacher would agree – that it’s never good to ask a question if you don’t want to know the answer 🙁

We had fun. But it’s nice to be home again.

Ciao

#Retirement2024

#VanLife

Day 46: Bloomsbury – Gindoran (just south of Miriam Vale)

When we arrived at the BP rest stop at Bloomsbury last night, there were vans parked all around the outside, with one single van in the middle of the oval area.

The only space on the outer circle was perilously close to both the fuel pumps and the toilets – both of which have the potential for unpleasantness – so we circled around and stopped in the middle facing away from the guy that was already there.

We saw a spectacular sunset, and those pictures were posted last night.

Dinner, shower, coffee and ready for bed a bit early because we were tired.

We could hear some other vehicles arriving after dark, so I did a quick reconnaissance under the pretence of ”checking that I’d locked the car”, and found that someone had parked right beside us and was in the process of climbing into their roof-top tent.

That’s OK. It’s not like we paid anything for the site, and we were grateful just to have somewhere to stop for the night.

Into bed and we did some reading, and we could hear other vehicles moving around. A couple of trucks, maybe?

Around 9.15 I was ready to slip into something comfortable – like a coma – so lights out, eyes closed and off to the Land of Nod …

… but why was that truck engine still running?

All night long.

We woke this morning and I peeked outside to see that we were surrounded by a sea of semis. A tidal wave of trucks. A bushel of B-doubles.

Get the idea?

And 2 of them – one 10m in one direction, and the other about 15m in the other direction – were refrigerated trucks … so they had left their refrigerator motors running all night so that the ice-cream (or whatever they were carrying) wouldn’t melt.

We didn’t get much quality sleep, but at least there is no ice-cream crisis this morning.

In fact there were so many vehicles parked around us that I needed to reverse out so we could make our getaway.

Bloomsbury
Bloomsbury
Bloomsbury
Bloomsbury

We set a new PB this morning. Showered and dressed – although un-caffeinated – we were on the road before 7.00am.

A seriously heavy dew this morning, or a seriously heavy fog. I’m not sure which, but Elsie was wet. We pulled out of the camping spot and turned south, and were on our way.

Foggy
Foggy
Foggy
Foggy
Foggy
Foggy
Foggy
Foggy
Sunrise over the fog

First stop was Mackay around 8.30am. We found a coffee shop and got 2 coffees and an almond croissant to share.

On the road again 20 minutes later and a brief stop at Koumala. A tiny dot of a township that had the 4 Ps … Post Office, Pub, Phonebox, and Public Toilets. I’ll leave it to you to guess which one of those 4 venues we utilised.

Koulama
Koumala
Koumala
Koumala

By 10.15 we both needed to get out of Elsie for a stretch, some breakfast and more coffee. We stopped in a Clairview (population 167), a very pretty little seaside township in the Isaac region where I’m certain that the majority of the population collect a pension payment each fortnight, and I’m fairly certain that being a funeral director would be full-time work.

While I appreciate the warnings about box jellyfish, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about point #3 on their list of safety instructions (below).

“Most victims recover …” except for the ones that don’t survive?

I will say however that Clairview has the most colourful and artistic public toilet block that I have ever seen. Well done!

Clairview
Clairview
Clairview
Clairview
Clairview – QR sleepers used to demarcate the parking lot from the park
Clairview
Clairview
Clairview
Clairview
Clairview
Clairview
Clairview

We stopped again at Yaamba for lunch around 1.00pm.

No, not Yamba … Yaamba. Just north of Rockhampton. Or is that Rockhaampton?

We had a long drive yesterday, and we’d started early today, and I was feeling weary … so after lunch I had a 10 minute power nap while MBW read her book.

Yaamba
Yaamba

Through Rockhampton, and through some other small townships. It’s all been fairly mundane. Driving, and more driving, and all of the townships start to look the same after a while.

We stopped off in Miriam Vale to empty the can and MBW located a nice freebie camping spot about 40km further south of Miriam Vale called Gindoran where we have pulled up for the night.

Unlike last night when we arrived late and got parking spot leftovers, tonight we rolled in around 4.30 and got the pick of the spots. It will probably be a bit noisy again tonight because we are about 100m from the main highway and there are lots of trucks zooming past, but I’ll probably experience the sleep of the dead tonight because I’m exhausted.

630km or so today, so it’s been a big day.

But that means that we will be home tomorrow (Monday), which is a day earlier than what we told Zach. If you are speaking to him tonight, please warn him …

Maybe suggest he plans something for dinner?

We have seen a great deal of traffic on the roads heading north today, and I am seriously over waving at every caravan that we pass. We have realised it is the start of school holidays, so that probably explains the people on the move.

I know that I have expressed some frustrations about the behaviour of other drivers, and in particular the lack of awareness of other caravan drivers who just puddle along and ignore everyone else, making it difficult to pass or even know when to pass.

We heard a (I assume) truck driver on UHF40 give an earful to someone today who was clearly being thoughtless.

Truckie: “Hey you in the Newlands caravan. Why don’t you pay a bit more attention and pull your f…”

OK, maybe I’ll turn the radio off until that tirade is over, or we are out of range. MBW doesn’t need to hear those words.

We have seen lots (and lots) of signs saying “take a break and stop at the Driver Reviver station (when open)”. They should say “take a break but don’t expect a free coffee because the Driver Reviver stations are NEVER open”.

We pulled into the free campsite today at Gindoran – in the middle of nowhere – around 4.30pm and guess what?

A driver reviver being run by the local Men’s Shed. One coffee and one tea, please.

A pretty little park with one enormous tree just near us. If I keep eating at the rate that I have been over the last 6 or 7 weeks, that’s what it will look like when MBW tries to give me a hug 🙁

Gindoran
Gindoran

I can hear other vans pulling in now, so I guess it will be filling up soon.

Terrible phone reception here again, so MBW probably won’t be watching Masterchef tonight. Shame. She will have to play catch-up tomorrow.

We ate the last of our frozen meals tonight, so MBW’s planning and timing is impeccable. Or very lucky 🙂

One more day and we will be home. There should only be about 450km to go now, so if we get away early and set Elsie’s turbos to warp speed, we might be home just after lunch if we are lucky.

I’m going to miss the tripping around and seeing new things, but I am looking forward to sleeping in my own bed for a change.

And seeing OFLP 🙂

Ciao

#Retirement2024

#VanLife

Day 45: Paronella Park – Townsville – Bloomsbury

Before you start sending in complaints, yes – Bloomsbury is a real place – and no – I didn’t make it up.

Somewhere south of Proserpine and north of Mackay. I’ll explain that soon.

Actually it will be VERY soon, because this will be short.

Today is officially the beginning of the end. Not the end of the world, or anything dramatic like that. The end of our long retirement holiday.

Today we start heading home.

I should start by saying that Jeremy Winter – remember Jeremy? – hadn’t solved the case before I went to sleep last night, so I finished that off this morning while MBW was still asleep. I can be thoughtful like that.

Please make sure that you mention my thoughtfulness to her, next time you speak to her.

The usual start to the day with one exception. Today I took my towel.

Once is an accident. Twice would just be stupidity.

Actually there was another exception today. After 6 (or 7?) weeks of sunny, blue skies, today it was starting to rain. It’s a sign.

Packed up, packed down, connected, disconnected. Hooked up Percy and turned Elsie’s nose south, and all of those horses were champing at the bit.

We rolled out of Paronella Park’s The Paddock around 8.15am and I shed a silent tear for leaving the amenities block behind.

Jolene was in a mood today, and took us on a bit of a circuitous route back to the Bruce Hwy, but we were soon on the way. It’s amazing how Jolene can lift her game when you start ignoring her instructions 🙂

All we really did today was drive, with a stop in Townsville.

It was a completely uneventful day, except for when some turkey with Victorian numberplates decided it was important for him to drag his caravan out onto the highway in front of me when I was doing 100km/h, causing me to take evasive action.

He then consolidated his position as King of the You-Know-Whats by then travelling at 20km/h under the speed limit until I had the opportunity to overtake him, at which point he sped up.

Idiot.

Other than that, a completely uneventful day.

We saw the water at Cardwell which was nice, but decided that we’ve seen water in the last 7 weeks, but we haven’t seen any of our favourite little people … so we kept rolling.

Cardwell
Cardwell
Cardwell
Cardwell
Cardwell

But it did look nice.

MBW has a brother (Chris) who lives in Townsville with his wife (Louise), so we stopped off and spent a lovely hour or so with them.

They don’t live in a fancy castle like Jose Paronella, but they DO live halfway up a dead-end street which made getting Elsie and Percy back out again a bit … challenging.

MBW, Chris, Louise

You will notice that I wasn’t important enough to be included in the photo 🙁

It rained for most the day, so it was good to learn that Elsie’s wipers still work correctly. I mean, it’s been about 6 weeks since we have even seen a cloud in the sky.

Cloudy …
… and sunny

We stopped for lunch somewhere by the side of the road around 2.00pm, then kept rolling towards … wherever we were going to stop tonight. We had a couple of options, but we wanted to make as much progress towards OFLP as we could.

The primary consideration for tonight was that it had to be free. Unless it wasn’t …

Which is funny really … driving down the east coast, all we see are signs telling us to stop and rest, yet there are so few (decent) rest stops on the highway that it is absurd.

Sure, there are plenty of tiny little “truck stop” places at the side of the road, but if a passing vehicle lost a wheel as they drove past, you’d be standing at the Pearly Gates in no time at all, and the conversation would go like this:

St Peter: “And what did you die from?”

Me: “Queensland State Government laziness and stupidity for not providing suitable rest stops.”

We had the usual assortment of coffee stops, comfort stops, and stretch stops … but I’m sure that you can create your own adventure with that. I don’t need to go into details.

We ended up stopping for the night at a BP service station at Bloomsbury and found a spot to camp for the night.

Bloomsbury

We did about 560km today, so it was a big day and I’m feeling tired.

But we were rewarded with an amazing sunset to close out the day.

Sunset – Bloomsbury
Sunset – Bloomsbury
Sunset – Bloomsbury
Sunset – Bloomsbury
Sunset – Bloomsbury
Sunset – Bloomsbury

Now that Jeremy has solved the case, I’ll have to start something else. I bought an autobiography of Paul Burrell at an Op Shop recently, so I might make a start on that. Paul Burrell, you may recall, was Princess Diana’s butler and confidante.

Any disgruntled employee who writes a “tell all” about his mostly dysfunctional employer’s family (my opinion) should be worth a chuckle.

It was a big driving day today, so hopefully we will slow down a little tomorrow and enjoy the ride a bit more.

Ciao

#Retirement2024

#VanLife

Day 44: Paronella Park

I’m sure that you know by now that I do like my amenities block in a caravan park. The one at The Paddock at Paronella Park is the best so far.

The. Best. So. Far.

Eight toilets down one side, eight showers down the other side, and 4 (or 5) basins/sinks across the back wall. All brand new.

But the thing that gets me is that the space in the middle between the toilets and showers is about 8 metres wide.

Seriously.

Big enough to hold a barn dance. Which would be handy, actually, because you wouldn’t have far to go if you needed to pee.

I reckon the space in the middle is big enough to fit three (3) Percys side by side.

It’s enormous. Cavernous. Huge.

But that’s not the best part.

I’m sure you also know that I have to find my favourite shower in each amenities block, and I get a bit … precious … if someone uses my shower.

Yes, I know that sounds like OCD, but … OK, maybe it is OCD.

They are all my favourite. All 8 of them.

A big shower head that gushes hot water, and the kind of water pressure that you’d expect from a fire hose. Every single one of them.

But here is the kicker … they specifically ban you at Paronella Park from filling a bucket and washing your car or van, yet you can stand in there and have a loooooong hot shower, and probably use 20 times the amount of water that you’d need to wash your car. Maybe 30 times.

But despite all of that, I had a lousy shower this morning.

Disappointing.

What’s the one thing that spoils your shower when you step out, scrubbed clean and glowing pink?

Realising that you didn’t bring a towel 🙁

Bugger!

I had to repurpose my PJ T-shirt as a towel.

And what made the situation even worse was getting back to Percy, and finding MBW standing there with a big, stupid, Cheshire Cat grin on her face.

MBW: “Forget something?”

Today was a super lazy day. We started with the usual coffee and breakfast. I’m ignoring ablutions this morning because of the disappointment factor.

The only thing that we needed to achieve today was to do the daytime tour of Paronella Park, and then go for a wander ourselves.

No prizes for being early today – we walked over and arrived in time for the 10.00am tour. Yes, I know that many of you would have done half a day’s work by then, but we are retired.

Nothing to do, and all day to do it. Remember?

The tour was great. Our tour guide was named Bill but he was foreign. Somewhere in Europe, I think.

He was very … animated. He told us about the 47 steps of the grand staircase and how “someone on the spectrum” told him that there wasn’t 47 steps but 45 steps.

Pfft. You talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Look up “on the spectrum” on the Intergoogle and I’ll bet his picture will be there somewhere.

And in usual style, he had clearly memorised all of his 40 minute monologue because if you asked him a question, you could see the wheels turning while he tried to figure out again where he was up to.

But anyway, it was an interesting and informative – and animated – tour and we learned all about Jose and Margarita and their 2 little munchkins, and how and why he created the castle and gardens.

Jose – the clever little chicken that he is (… actually, was) – built everything himself from concrete with his own hands. Buildings, tables and chairs, concrete pots, balustrades, staircases, paths … everything.

After the tour we just went exploring for an hour or so, and fed the fish and the turtles.

Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park

Paronella Park is at a place just outside Innisfail called Mena Creek Falls, but MBW referred to it as Mena Falls.

My hearing isn’t great, and I thought she said “menopause”, so that conversation quickly became complex and uncomfortable.

Anyhow, back to Percy for a rest and a cool drink, followed by coffee and Gingernut biscuits (Queensland ones), then a late lunch, then …

It was a pretty low achieving afternoon, if I’m to be completely honest. If I was getting a performance review on what I achieved today, I’d be on a performance plan.

MBW put me onto an author called Tom Thread-something, and I have been enjoying his books. I’ve been reading the last one in the Jeremy Winter series and I read most of it yesterday.

I didn’t read all day, mind you … I did have a nap in the middle of the day too!

There’s not much to see or do at Mena Creek Falls, so no point going sightseeing.

I’m embarrassed to say that was it for the day.

Lasagne and salad and chips for dinner, and with any luck, Jeremy Winter will solve the problems of the world before I head off to the Land of Nod tonight.

Gotta go … Jeremy is waiting for me.

Ciao

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Day 43: Fishery Falls – Paronella Park (near Innisfail)

It was a very quiet day today.

If short drives were an Olympic sport, we would be on the podium today.

Fishery Falls to Paronella Park is only about 65km. That’s about 50 minutes driving time. I could do it in 45 minutes if Percy wasn’t on the back.

The latest we could check out of Fishery Falls was 10.00am, and the earliest we could check into Paronella Park was 12.00noon. If you are struggling with the maths, that’s 2 hours to do a 50 minute drive.

MBW did a load of washing because it is washing day. Fortunately we are back onto the regular Thursday washing day cycle, and I no longer have to guess when it is happening.

When we get home, I guess that we will be back onto a standard Friday washing day, but who knows …? Maybe Thursday will become our new thing?

There is a little creek down the back of the Fishery Falls Caravan Park. People have said that they have been swimming in it and that they didn’t get eaten by a crocodile, but we haven’t even seen it yet … so we went down this morning for a look.

A very pretty creek, in a very pretty and well-maintained park. We rolled out of the park as close to 10.00am check-out time as we could.

Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls

Innisfail was only a small deviation for us, so rather than do the entire drive at about 35km/h, we asked Jolene to take us to Innisfail to have a look-see and to kill some time.

We found two of our favourite things in Innisfail – an Op Shop and coffee – and they were across the road from each other. It wasn’t a coffee shop per se, but rather a McDonald’s McCafe. MBW had enough McPoints for a free McCoffee, and I bought a chocolate chocolate chip muffin and flashed my Senior’s card, and was rewarded with a free coffee of my own.

It helps that I look old and grey, but having a young and beautiful MBW by my side makes “looking old” more of a challenge.

We consumed our coffee and 50% each of a CCC muffin, and explored the Op Shop unsuccessfully – or successfully if you consider that we didn’t spend any money – and by then we couldn’t delay our trip to Paronella Park any longer.

We drove through very picturesque cane fields and arrived at ”The Paddock” about 7 minutes before check-in time, which wasn’t a problem anyway.

We’ve heard that the paddock sites are big and comfortable, and they are.

The Paddock – Paronella Park
The Paddock – Paronella Park

Great amenities block, too.

So we had a bit of a lazy afternoon. Our ticket into Paronella Park gives us free entry for 2 years, and access to guided tours during the day and also at night.

We hadn’t actually checked in to the caravan park (we paid online in advance of our arrival), so we had a bite of lunch and wandered over the road to check-in and book for the evening tour tonight.

We had a quick unassisted and unguided wander around the park, then headed back to Percy in the paddock for a quiet afternoon.

We’d bought some beef ribs on special the other day, so MBW got them prepared for a slow cook all afternoon, and we just lazed around and read our books. MBW played catch-up on Masterchef.

It’s nice to have decent internet for a change.

Paronella Park is a 1930s Spanish castle build by a guy named Jose Paronella. A guy who clearly had too much money and too much spare time. But a great idea!

The castle would have been magnificent in its day, but “concrete cancer”, big wet seasons, tropical cyclones, and fires have all taken their toll and the place fell into disrepair. It was purchased by a family 30 years ago who have had it heritage listed and are doing restoration works.

We headed over to the park just before 7.00pm for our 7.15pm night tour and got to see the castle and waterfall by lights.

And it was pretty spectacular.

Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Caterpillar at Paronella Park
Paronella Park
Paronella Park By night
Paronella Park by night
Paronella Park by night
Paronella Park By night

And that’s about it for today. Shower, coffee, reading, and off to the Land of Nod.

Tomorrow we do the day/history tour of Paronella Park and we will go exploring the park better equipped with the knowledge of what we should see.

We probably could have stayed here for just the one night, but it is what it is. We will get some rest before we unleash the horses and tackle the 1,600km or so back home.

Ciao

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Day 42: Fishery Falls – Kuranda – Fishery Falls

I had a terrible sleep last night. Couldn’t get to sleep without pharmaceutical assistance, and then I couldn’t stay asleep.

I must be worried about the holiday ending and having to go back to work.

Um, nope … it can’t be that.

One of the benefits of working for Queensland Rail is that there are some employee benefits once you have been there for >12 months.

Like getting a free Kuranda Scenic Railway ticket for myself and MBW. It would have been nice if we’d been bumped up into Gold Class, but hey … you can look a gift-horse in the mouth, but you can’t make it drink.

We needed to be at the Cairns Train Station – about 45 minutes away from Fishery Falls – by 9.00am, so the alarm woke us at 7.00am. Which funnily enough was about the only part of the night that I slept well and I was woken by the alarm 🙁

Up, showered, breakfasted, and lunch snacks packed and ready to go by just after 8.00am. A bit later than I would have liked, but it was an easy run into Cairns.

There was a really heavy dew this morning, and a really heavy fog laying over the sugercane, but it cleared to a cracker of a day.

Heading to Cairns
Heading to Cairns
Heading to Cairns – and a cracker of a day ahead

We got ourselves parked and checked in by 9.00am, ready for a 9.30am liftoff.

We found our seats and were ready to roll … and they made an announcement that due to “operational issues” on the other (earlier) KSR service, we would be delayed.

And delayed we were … until about 10.30.

Kuranda Scenic Rail (KSR)
KSR
KSR

We finally got away at 10.30am and stopped at Freshwater Station to pick up more passengers.

The trip up to Kuranda takes about 2 hours, and they slow or stop a couple of times so you can take photos of the train, or the views, or waterfalls.

KSR
KSR
KSR
KSR
KSR
KSR
KSR
KSR
KSR

About 15 minutes before we got into Kuranda, the train stopped for 10 minutes at the majestic Barron Falls and we all got out for a look.

KSR
Barron Falls
Barron Falls
Barron Falls

We got into Kuranda and had a bite to eat, then went in search of coffee. We asked the girl in the coffee shop where to find the markets – MBW loves markets – and she told us to go down the street, turn right at the round-about and the “heritage” markets would be on the left, while the “other” markets would be on the right.

“Other” markets? I think that the word she was looking for was “alternative”.

If you were wearing shoes, or didn’t have at least 10 piercings, then you didn’t really fit in. It probably would have been helpful if I’d taken a machete with me so I could hack my way through the incense and cigarette (dope?) smoke, but alas …

It was very much like Nimbin. If you’ve ever been to Nimbin, you’ll know what I mean.

Unusual. Alternative.

Because the KSR was an hour late leaving Cairns it meant that we had an hour less to explore Kuranda. But you know what … even with an hour less in Kuranda, we were still struggling to fill the time that we had there.

MBW can spend hours looking around markets, but even she’d had enough.

Kuranda
Kuranda
Kuranda
Kuranda
Kuranda
Kuranda
Kuranda
Kuranda
Kuranda
Kuranda

We headed back to the Kuranda Station in plenty of time for the return trip at 3.30pm, and killed some time at the station.

Kuranda Station
Kuranda Station
Kuranda Station
Kuranda Station
Kuranda Station

Unsurprisingly, the trip down the mountain was much the same as the trip up, only in reverse. Same stop at Barron Falls for another photo opportunity.

Barron Falls
Barron Falls
Barron Falls
Barron Falls

We got back into Cairns around 5.30pm, found Elsie where we had left her, and headed back towards Fishery Falls. We needed to get some fuel ready to head off from Fishery Falls in the morning, and some groceries.

We will be staying at Paronella Park for a couple of nights then making a run for home. We will probably be staying off the grid for a few nights after Paronella Park, so we need to make sure that we have all of our essentials on board … and I doubt that we will be able to access any supermarkets easily for the next few days, as we will have Percy on the back and the bigger cities make it tricky to park.

We got treated to a stunner of a sunset on the way home which was the perfect end to the perfect day.

Sunset
Sunset

Home to Fishery Falls, dinner, shower and into bed early to make up for the loss of sleep last night.

That’s about it.

I went to bed with a bit of a headache, but I guess that breathing second-hand incense and dope smoke will do that to you.

Ciao

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Day 41: Fishery Falls – Atherton Tablelands – Fishery Falls

If you are of a certain age and you can remember Dragnet on TV, you will probably remember Sgt Joe Friday and the classic line, “Just the facts, Ma’am”.

And that is exactly what you are getting today. Just the facts.

No funny anecdotes, no witty wisdom, and nothing for you to ponder and reflect on. Absolutely no educational or nutritional value. 

Just the facts.

Today was a driving and exploring day. We were keen to get up and explore the Atherton Tablelands. Let Elsie and those horses run free for the day.

We rolled out of Fishery Falls just after 8.30, and pointed Elsie’s nose north and west. I’ve had a few issues with Jolene lately – she sometimes takes us on a wild goose chase – but we gave her the benefit of the doubt.

About 10km north, then Jolene told us to turn to the left (west) and start up the hill.

Twists and turns
Heading up to the Atherton Tablelands
Heading up to the Atherton Tablelands
Heading up to the Atherton Tablelands
Heading up to the Atherton Tablelands
Heading up to the Atherton Tablelands
Heading up to the Atherton Tablelands
Heading up to the Atherton Tablelands
Heading up to the Atherton Tablelands
Heading up to the Atherton Tablelands

And what a climb it was. More twists and turns than an Agatha Christie novel.

It would have been a lovely (= fun) road in the Ferrari, but unfortunately we left the Ferrari at home this trip 🙁

First stop Youngaburra.

And what a pretty little place that is. RV friendly, too. We’d left Percy behind, but everything was well signed and easy to navigate around.

And what a pretty little place it is. I’ve said that before.

Youngaburra
Youngaburra
Youngaburra
Youngaburra

One of the places that I was keen to visit is Herterton. If you Google “Top 10 Queensland towns to visit before you die”, Herberton is right up there. Maybe not before you die, but … well, before you die.

It was also a pretty little town, but nowhere near as nice as Youngaburra. RV friendly again, but it seemed that many places in town were either closed, or they were closed down (for good).

We found an Op Shop that was open and bought some books we liked for a few dollars.

Herberton
Herberton
Herberton
Herberton
Herberton

We had morning tea – coffee and a scone – at a little coffee shop. It seemed as though there was a meeting of the CWA going on at the other side of the coffee shop.

Pretty feisty, those CWA ladies.

We did the walk around town, but we were on our way again pretty quickly.

From there we wanted to see the “highest road in Queensland”, which was only a few kilometres down the road. Except that Jolene – stupid Jolene – took us for a lovely drive down a picturesque road that added about 20 unnecessary kilometres to the drive.

Seriously!

Highest road in Queensland (near Herberton)
Highest road in Queensland (near Herberton)
Highest road in Queensland (near Herberton)

MBW was keen to go and look at a diary because – let’s face it – we do like cheese. One diary that she wanted to see was closed that day, so the second choice was at Millaa Millaa … so off we went.

It was a fizzer. No cheese tasting available, and a bus load of tourists turned up a few nanoseconds before we did, so we couldn’t even get anyone’s attention.

So instead we went for a drive to look at Millaa Millaa Falls.

Millaa Millaa Falls
Millaa Millaa Falls
Millaa Millaa Falls
Millaa Millaa Falls
Millaa Millaa
Millaa Millaa

Shame that we hadn’t taken our swimmers, but then the people getting out of the water seemed … cold. Very cold.

So lucky we didn’t go in.

But we took some photos and had lunch in the carpark.

Next stop Malanda, and specifically to see the Malanda Falls. Not as nice as Mliiaa Millaa, but nice anyway.

Malanda Falls
Millaa Millaa Falls
Millaa Millaa Falls

Another Op Shop but nothing of interest.

We were starting to feel a little weary, and these little country towns – as pretty and delightful as they are – all start to blend into one another after a while.

We needed to head home via Youngaburra anyway, so we went to the platypus viewing platform to see if we could spot ourselves a platypus.

No luck 🙁

Platypus viewing platform – Youngaburra
Platypus viewing platform – Youngaburra
Heading home
Heading home

And home. Back down the windy and challenging road down the hill.

One of MBW’s friends from election work (Dianne) is in Cairns for a few days, and MBW was keen to catch-up with her. So we got into some warmer clothes and headed the 45 minutes back up to Cairns and met Dianne for dinner at Muddies on the Cairns esplanade.

Home for coffee and bed, and that’s about the day for us.

We had a lovely time and took lots of pictures. Tomorrow we are doing the KSR which should be fun.

Ciao

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Day 40: Pinnarendi Station – Mt Garnett – Ravenshoe – Millaa Millaa – Fishery Falls

You see some weird stuff in these small country towns.

When we drove through Georgetown the other day after coming out of Forsayth, there was a kangaroo hopping along the main road through town. Just like the Americans expect happens in every town in Australia.

We left Pinnarendi Station this morning and headed towards Cairns. As I think I said yesterday, it was only a short run – a bit over 200km, but it took us several hours to complete.

And took a couple of years off my life 🙁

The first township that we went through this morning was Mt Garnett (population 532). As we drove through the main street, there were 4 horses grazing in the little public park in the centre of town.

We weren’t quick enough to get a decent photo – you’ll have to trust us on this – because it kinda caught us by surprise.

Horses in Mt Garnett

That’s the best that we could do as we drove past. Poor Elsie is so dirty, but I promise you there is a horse in that photo … right hand side, head down and eating.

One of our goals on this trip is to stop at as many little towns as we can and have a poke around. Look in the Op Shop, buy a coffee, go to the bakery … that kind of thing.

Or just stop and use a dump point. How hard is that?

But so many of these little townships make that really difficult.

You actually don’t realise how hard it is to stop and have a poke around until you have a van on the back, and you are looking for somewhere to park that is at least 13 metres long, and off the street so that you are not blocking traffic.

And you don’t want to be taking tight corners or going over bumpy intersections.

And having something signed towards available, and dedicated RV parking is even better.

But so many of these small towns lose that opportunity because they don’t cater to the grey nomads.

So we got away from Pinnarendi Station nice and early again this morning, around 8.15am. That was partly due to putting in the awning and packing away table and chairs last night.

There is about a 2km driveway from the highway into Pinnarendi Station and it is all really fine, red dirt and dust.

We stopped long enough to put on the weight distribution hitch (WDH), then hit the road.

Pinnarendi Station
Pinnarendi Station
Pinnarendi Station

I have to tell you, that dust gets into everything!

So we rolled through Mt Garnett and – other than the horses – there was nothing that interested us and nowhere to easily stop.

So we kept on rolling.

The next township that we hit was Ravenshoe … which caused a bit of stress on the marriage, I have to say.

Not because one of us wanted to stop, and not because we missed something important. It was because we couldn’t agree how to pronounce the name of the town.

One of us (MBW) thought it was pronounced “Raven-shoe”, while the other one of us (moi) believed it was pronounced “Ravens-hoe”.

At the end of the day, I know that I’m right and that’s all that matters … right?

We were keen to stop in Millaa Millaa for only one reason – we were looking for a dump point because Percy’s toilet light had come on. And you know what my mate Jack Reacher says about the toilet light coming on …?

So we got into Millaa Millaa and MBW announced, “Oops, sorry. The dump point was in Raven-shoe. We missed it.”

Nice 🙁

Most of these places are just a spot on the map and it is difficult – as I’ve already indicated – to stop in many of them.

There are a couple of ways to get to Cairns (well, Fishery Falls just south of Cairns, to be precise), and going through the Tablelands means travelling down some windy and steep roads that are not really suitable for a caravan.

So we took the turnoff towards Innisfail and started the climb, and the descent, and the climb, and the descent …

At one point we went through a small floodway and through some water (maybe a few centimetres deep) and then hit a very … I mean VERY … rough patch of road that caused Percy’s stability control to think we had just been involved in a serious accident and he locked on the brakes and wouldn’t let go.

The GPS told us that we reached a maximum altitude of approximately 1150m above sea level, and once we had come down the range, we were at approximately 150m above sea level.

So we dropped almost a kilometre in a very short period of time, down a very tricky and twisting road.

And having a bus right up my clacker all the way down the hill didn’t help my mood any. Aren’t trucks and buses supposed to use low gear going down steep hills?

It was quite astonishing how quickly the scenery changed.

Millaa Millaa to Cairns
Millaa Millaa to Cairns
Heading into Cairns

When we left Pinnarendi Station, it was all red dirt, dust and brown grass. By the time we were going through Ravenshoe (“Ravens-hoe”), it was like driving through Maleny – rolling green hills, fat cattle grazing, and much cooler weather.

We got into the Fishery Falls Caravan park just before lunch (11.45am) and set up. A quick bite of lunch and we needed to go out and restock and refuel. And I need to get some oil for Elsie.

We are running seriously low on groceries. You may recall that the last time we saw a supermarket was in Mt Isa, and it was closed as it was a Sunday. So before that was … Darwin?

And that was weeks ago.

We have been surviving on urgent bits and pieces anywhere that we can find a supermarket that doesn’t require a kidney as financial security.

So we got our groceries at the “fresh food people” just outside Cairns, and I’m pleased to report that I can confirm that Gingernut biscuits are different in the NT to what they are in Queensland.

In the NT they are labelled “Firm and crunchy with the perfect balance of delicious ginger aroma and subtle sweetness”, while the Queensland ones say “Dark and crunchy with the delicious ginger aroma our Queenslander locals love.”

NT Gingernuts
Queensland Gingernuts

Now I just have to figure out how to get someone to send me some Gingernuts from the remaining states …

Before we took off shopping, I gave Else a quick hose down. Poor Elsie – she had so much dust and dirt on her that I wasn’t sure whether I needed to get a GVM upgrade done, or to plant potatos. But the hose down fixed all of that.

But Elsie is looking a bit sad with that big crack right across the windscreen – something to address when we get back home.

Nothing much close to Fishery Falls in the way of a Supercheap or Autobarn, so we did a run up to Cairns city and got what we needed, then looked around Cairns city.

We are doing the Kuranda Scenic Railway (KSR) on Wednesday, so we thought it prudent to figure out how to get to the train station … so we just did a bit of a drive around and played tourist.

All of these dual lane highways and cars parked in the streets. It’s doing my head in after weeks of quiet country towns.

Groceries were done just south of Cairns and we were back at Percy around 4.00pm for coffee and a rest.

The thing that we have noticed the most is that Cairns is surrounded by mountains. I probably knew that, but it’s not until you get here and see it for yourself that you realise just how high they are.

Cairns
Cairns

That’s about it for today. Fishery Falls is a very pretty and private caravan park and we are surrounded by “permanents” who are well and truly established. You won’t be moving some of those vans any time soon!

Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls
Fishery Falls

Tomorrow we are planning a bit of a trip back up into the mountains to have a closer look at some of those places we passed through today, then we are possibly meeting someone in Cairns tomorrow night.

Then Wednesday is the KSR.

I’m looking forward to buzzing around and seeing some of the sights around Cairns, particularly since there has been so much nothing after leaving Darwin.

Great big chunks of absolutely nothing, and no townships for hours at a time.

I’m sure that you have picked up by now my frustration at the difficulty getting decent mobile reception since heading into the NT several weeks ago. I have been looking forward to getting to Cairns and on the east coast to finally get back into the 21st century.

And guess what?

Almost no mobile reception here at Fishery Falls, so the misery continues. No MasterChef for MBW tonight 🙁

On the bright side though, I have already done a covert reconnaissance of the men’s toilet block and I have already picked out my new favourite shower cubicle. I’ll be heading over there shortly.

Celebrate the small wins, hey?

Ciao

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