Monday, March 26, 2018

Australia


December 28, 2017 - January 31, 2018:  Brisbane, Fraser Coast, Adelaide, Grampians, Great Ocean Road, Melbourne, Sydney and Smith's Lake.
This trip was more about visiting friends and family and watching tennis than sight-seeing.  We hadn't been Down Under for 12 years.  Here are a few highlights and some photos.

Brisbane:  Dec. 29 - Jan. 3.  We flew Cathay Pacific out of Vancouver to Hong Kong, crossing the International Date Line west of Alaska, then heading south past Kamchatka, Korea, Japan and finally to H. K. where we boarded our second plane for Brisbane.  Our home in Brisbane was Annie's Shandon Inn, on Upper Edward Street.  The temperature upon arrival was 32 C. and very humid.  After a nap we headed to the CBD, along Queen Street Mall, then over the Victoria Bridge to Southbank Parklands.  We strolled by the water of the serpentine river, pausing for refreshments at Aquitaine Restaurant.  This part of Brisbane has really been gentrified the past few years.                It's a great place to hang out and enjoy the impressive skyline.      
Queen Street Mall
 

City Botanic Gardens
      

We opted for the early N. Y. Eve celebrations, intended for families with children who couldn't stay out till midnight, which we found applied to us, time change to blame we say.








Canadian Denis Shapovalov, playing at the Brisbane International Tennis Tournament Jan. 2.  



Hervey Bay, Queensland, Jan. 3-8:  We stayed with our friend Anna, in her beautiful new home in Hervey Bay.  We met Anna and her husband, John, when we were members of the Westwood Tennis Club in Nanaimo more than 25 years ago.  It was great to catch up, reminisce and be shown around the area again.  Anna's garden attracts a lot of colourful birds. Her home was an oasis from the heat.



Adelaide (city, beaches, Fleurieu Peninsula, Barossa Valley):  Jan. 8 - 13

Again, a chance to catch up with old friends, Jen and Louise, from Vancouver, who now make their home in Adelaide.  Jen is a native of S. Australia but we met 50 years ago at B. C. Tel.  They met us at the airport and spent several days driving us around some of the most beautiful beaches and harbors we'd ever seen around the city and down the Fleurieu Peninsula and the wine areas of McLaren Vale and Barossa Valley.  We just missed a heat wave in Adelaide!  

Happy Hour at the Lakes Resort Hotel

Adelaide Botanic Garden
Agapanthus, seen everywhere in S. Australia

Brighton Beach




Fleurieu Peninsula:                                                                                                                                                                    
view from The Bluff, Victor Harbor
Normanville, Fleurieu Peninsula
Normanville, Fleurieu Peninsula


Horse-drawn tram to Granite Island




McLaren Vale, wine region

           Borossa Valley:

Seppeltsfield Winery

lunch at the cellar door of Lambert Estate Wines



            
Wildlife Tours Australia, Jan. 13-14, Adelaide to Melbourne
Our  tour guide picked us up in the bus at 7:00 a.m. in Adelaide CBD, along with five other passengers, from Germany, Switzerland, France and Taiwan.  We picked seats behind the driver, Dave.  Sandra, from Germany, sat beside him and proceeded to talk non-stop.  She was actually a very friendly, fun person but at that time of the morning we were all semi-asleep and wanted to remain that way for the boring part of the drive Dave warned us about.  

Once we arrived at MacKenzie Falls in the Grampians, it was pouring rain so, undaunted, we donned the rain capes Dave provided and hiked down to view the falls.  The next stop was in the sun at "The Balconies", weird rocky outcrops also known as the "Jaws of Death", where we looked down at Hall's Gap where we were to spend the night.  After our advertised "delicious dinner" (take-away pizzas in boxes at the hostel), we headed to a field to view kangaroos in the wild. 

The Grampians (Day 1):

MacKenzie Falls


Hall's Gap from The Balconies


sheep crossing

The Great Ocean Road (Day 2)
Up and away bright and early after a help-yourself-breakfast-by-Dave at Brambuk Backpackers' Hostel (we had a private room with ensuite.)  The explanation for the early start was that we'd beat the other tour buses to the attractions, but methinks it was more about getting into Melbourne early and Dave getting off early.  How cynical I've become!  At any rate, this was the part of the trip I was really looking forward to.  It did not disappoint.

There is a love story associated with Loch Ard.  After a ship-wreck in 1878, Tom Pearce, the ship's apprentice, swam back out to the wreck to rescue passenger Eva Carmichael who was crying for help.   The two teens were the only survivors among 54 on board.  The story did not end happily for Tom, however, who proposed to Eva.  She declined, returning to Ireland without her family who all went down with the ship.  The question remains, did Eva, the well-bred daughter of a doctor migrating to Australia, refuse him because of "class" or did she feel honor-bound to escape because they had spent a night together in a cave?  

Bay of Martyrs

The group:  Sandra, flanked by "team Switzerland", Jim and I, Ray and Tom at London Bridge

Loch Ard Gorge

Loch Ard

The 12 Apostles (well only two here)

more of The Twelve Apostles

The eastern gate to The Great Ocean Road, at Lorne


Melbourne, Jan. 14 - 19 (Australia Open, dining and hanging with Jacinta and George):

After our wildlife adventure, sadly shy of many koalas, no kookaburras and barely any birds, we hit the streets of the Big City, Melbourne, where we looked waaaaay up to the tops of the sky-scrapers.  The city has grown (up at least) in the 22 years since we were last here.

We followed a lineup into a great Chinese restaurant, Shanghai Street, at the corner of Collins and Elizabeth.  On our way back to our hotel, we passed a group of homeless sitting on the sidewalk.  A man was approaching them from across the street, shouting and waving an orange.  He was obviously carrying a knife too as we saw later on the news that several of the people were stabbed, moments after we passed by.  We don't know what the significance of the orange was.

The next day we met up with George and Jacinta in our suite at the Mantra on Little Bourke.  Melbourne has a number of streets, paralleled with their "Little" versions.  We're close to the city's vibrant laneways, often missed by tourists, which are character-filled back streets full of bars, cafes, restaurants and art.  We chose to eat one night at Max's on Hardware Lane, where Jacinta negotiated a free bottle of wine for us.  

For three days we trammed our way to the Aussie Open tennis at Melbourne Park, braving ever-increasing temperatures.  Thankfully we had reservations in the three arenas with some cover, though we did venture out to watch some Canadians (lose mostly) on the outer exposed courts.  A lot of big names and great matches.  

at the Kyrgios match on Hisense Arena

Melbourne Park, A O

A O

Rankin's Lane

Hardware Lane




Sydney and Smith's Lake:  Jan. 19 - 31:  This was the relative-bonding part of the trip.  While staying with George and Jacinta in Lindfield, we met their two dogs, Titan and Bentley, and got reacquainted with our youngest nephews, Michael and Mitchell and Jacinta's mom, Marlene.  We were treated to a circus cabaret, Limbo Unhinged, at the Opera House on Circular Quay, followed the next day by a boat trip out of Ku-ring-Gai National Park, past Cottage Point, to America's Bay, where we were able to drop anchor and swim.  On several days we played doubles at Jacinta's club at Rosewood.  

Sydney Harbour Bridge and Circular Quay




Smith's Lake:  The Howdens have a holiday home at Smith's Lake, about 275 kms north of Sydney.  It has many bedrooms and a large common area, kitchen, outdoor area and pool.  This is where George's older sons and their families and dogs met us for a gathering the week of Australia Day (Jan. 26.) Everyone takes a turn at preparing a dinner, so it's not too much work for anyone.  Surfing, boating, swimming and, yes, the "cocktail cruise" to the sandbar were highlights, as well as some touring of the area with it's fabulous beaches and vistas.  

Cellito Beach, Australia Day

Sandbar with the lake in the distance on right

looking back to Cellito Beach

"The Palms", the family holiday home


Floraville:  Jacinta lent us her car so we could visit Julie and Bill on the way home.  They are friends we made on our first trip to Europe in 1991 and have kept in touch with ever since, visiting occasionally.  They welcomed us with a Canadian flag flying from their deck!  Yay, Julie and Bill!

All too soon our break from winter was over and we were back home where there was snow on the ground.  Here we were a couple of weeks later at Jericho Beach.  Brrrrr!



















Wednesday, December 20, 2017

KAUAI

November 27 - December 8, 2017

This is our first trip out of British Columbia this year, and first ever to "the Garden Island" of Kauai.  We'd heard how laid-back it was, even more than Maui where we've gone for the past six years.  On recommendations of friends and a desire to try something new, we gave it a shot.  We found a studio condo at the Sandpiper Village in Princeville (North Shore) for a reasonable price.  It was newly decorated, and equipped with a king-sized bed, high ceiling, large lanai and a basic kitchen (microwave, coffee maker and toaster) plus a communal barbecue at the pool.  However, finding the place in the dark proved tricky.  After picking up our rental car and driving the 29 miles from the airport in Lihu'e we missed the sign and ended up in Hanalei.  We drove around for an hour before finding it about 1:00 a.m, but there was no parking left in the parking lot.  We were exhausted but relieved to be settled in finally.  The next morning Jim woke up very early and moved the car into a spot when someone pulled out around 6:00 a.m.


Nov. 28:  This was shopping and reconnaissance day.  First to Foodland in the Princeville Shopping Center for breakfast basics, then back to Lihu'e to Costco, checking out beaches along the way.  At Kealia Beach, north Kapa'a, the surf was tremendous, up to 16 feet.  We won't be swimming there.  No one was in the water and "No Swimming" signs were posted all along the crescent-shaped beach.  The nearest public tennis court is 20 miles away in Kapa'a, but we'll have to wait for drier weather.

Nov. 29:  Awoke to bright sunshine!  That's more what we came for, so loaded up the car with beach chairs, umbrella, snacks, snorkel gear, books, etc. and found a parking lot near the St. Regis Resort at the end of Ka Haku Road.  After starting along a narrow mud path towards the Hideaways Beach, we met a friendly couple at the start of the descent who informed us the way down was treacherous and you had to use rope ladders.  He suggested with all we were carrying maybe we'd prefer another beach such as 'Anini.  We took the hint.  'Anini is a bit east of us, maybe a ten-minute drive, and you can park right next to the beach, where calm waters are protected by an offshore reef.  There are restrooms, showers and picnic tables.  Swimming was good; snorkeling not so much as there was very little coral and the water was a bit hazy, but we spent several hours swimming and reading under the shade of a large tree.



Nov. 30:   It's back to cloudy weather today, following rain last night.  We took a path on the other side of the St. Regis resort that led south to Pu-u Poa Beach, winding through lush tropical growth.


We found the beach unspectacular, obviously churned up from last night's storm.  There were no facilities open to the public, and the wind and roiling water didn't invite us to stay for long.  After lunch we decided to drive to Hanalai but just past the Lookout Highway 560 was closed due to flooding of the road.  We later learned it rained seven inches in seven hours last night.  The town was closed off, as that's the only road in.  We picked up Chase, a 21-year old from Oklahoma who works in Hanalei and gave him a ride back to the farm where he's staying and also working at Moloa'a Bay, past Kilauea.  In exchange, he gave us a short tour of the farms in his area, telling us about koa trees, used to make canoes and ukuleles.

On our return we stopped at Kilauea Lighthouse overlook,  Access to the Lighthouse is through the National Wildlife Refuge, and as it was closing shortly, we settled for a view from the lookout.  The windswept point and craggy rocks, home to white- and red-tailed tropicbirds, Laysan Albatross and red-footed Boobies was shrouded in light fog and could have been on the east or west coast of North America.
 







Dec. 1:  The North Shore Drive:  The road to Hanalei being open, we drove to the western end of the Kuhio Hwy. then made our way back.  Ke'e Beach is the most western point, where numerous movie scenes have been filmed.  The hill behind the beach, where we later started to climb, was "Bali High" in South Pacific.  We started to climb the Kalalau Trail, a two-day, 22 mile hike which we never intended to complete.  Most people do a one-day hike to Hanakapi'ai Beach or Falls, but the trail was both steep and muddy and I didn't have proper footwear, so we went only as far as the lookout back to the beach.
Ke'e Beach


Next stop was Ha'ena Beach Park, a long, sandy beach with strong undertow.  Several surfers were waiting for bigger waves.  While we were there, the monthly tsunami alarm test took place, followed by the first-ever war alarm test, put into action in case North Korea decided to bomb.  Across the street, Maniniholo Dry Cave is deep and broad and the walls are kept dank by constant seepage of water.  It felt like a spiritual place.
 Maniniholo Cave

We eventually made our way to Hanalei ("crescent-shaped")  Pavilion Beach Park, and walked the half-mile to the pier at the far end.  It was peopled with surfers and a few swimmers.  

Dec. 2:  The East, South and West Shores
Time to get off the block, out of the building, away for a day!  Enough grey skies and drizzle; other parts of the Island looked appealing.  The skies brightened as we  reached Hanapepe Valley Lookout, west of Lihu'e on the Kaumualii Highway.  This peaceful vista was the site in 1924 of the bloodiest, most savage battle ever fought on Kauai, the Hanapepe Massacre, when 16 striking  striking cane workers  were gunned down and four deputies were stabbed to death.   Today we glimpsed red clay cliffs topped with wild sugar cane.  Cattle, taro and coffee are the main crops these days.

We strolled through Hanapepe, Kauai's "biggest little town", a historic farming town built by enterprising Asian immigrants.  Many spruced-up store-fronts now front art galleries, restaurants, shops and Friday's Art Night.  It's been used to film "The Thorn Birds" and several movies.  

Our lunch stop was Waimea, (meaning reddish-brown water), which marks the original landing pot of Captain James Cook in 1778.  Although we drove to the end of Route 50, we didn't follow the dirt road to Polihale, which is the end of the road.  


Jim and James
        
 
Here a chick, there a chick, everywhere a  chick- chick (or rooster, or nene)

We found a tennis court in Waimea and a beautiful beach in Po'ipu for a dip and viewing of monk seals resting on shore, roped off from the public.  

Dec. 3:  North Shore:  Queen's Bath, a natural pool formed by a lava rock shelf within walking distance will remain unexplored as we faced another steep, muddy path.  Some people, carrying small children, were attempting to reach it in bare feet!  They turned back too.  People die here every year due to heavy, rogue waves.  No sharks I've heard of though.  
                               (not my photo)                                                                                   

Dec. 6:  Waimea Canyon ("Grand Canyon of the Pacific").  They say to allow 5-7 hours but unless you do hikes, 3 - 4 is plenty.  The canyon is 10 miles long and one mile wide, and 3,600 ft. deep.  The drive up is a 4,000 ft. elevation rise. It is drop-dead gorgeous and not to be missed.  We didn't tackle any long hikes as they need the better part of a day.  
 




Dec. 8:  Okolehau Trail starts at the end of a road near the Hanalei Bridge.  The trail is rumored to be named for 'moonshine,' referring to distilled liquor made from the roots of the ti plants.  It's a two and a half mile round trip; the first half mile to the power-line vista is a quad burner and the terrain was muddy and slippery (what else would we expect?)  We saw a woman doing it with no shoes.  "I always hike this in bare feet," she said when we commented on how tough she was.  Must be a Hawaiian thing.  



From this point, the trail was drier through a forest of guava, silk oak, tree ferns, eucalyptus and koa trees, before ending 1200 feet above Hanalei Bay. 

 

We'd hoped to tire ourselves out so we could sleep on the overnight flight home, but that didn't work.  The flight was delayed 3 hours; we left at 2:30 a.m. but still couldn't really sleep.  It always feels weird to enter a different climate after a few hours on the plane, even if you know it'll happen.  Home to winter, but a lovely respite.  Mahalo to all who made our visit a pleasure.