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Battle of The Greyhounds - Australia Part II
My journey around
Australia would be so different to my American voyage of discovery in so many
ways, but primarily because my fiancé, Sally, would now be accompanying me for
the duration of the trip, whereas the children would be staying at home in the U.K.
this time, all three of them being involved with more important commitments.
Six and a half years had elapsed since we first embarked on our American
‘holiday of a lifetime’ and now Liam was nearly nineteen and in full time
employment, Carl was sixteen and had decided to stay on in school and Hayley
had just turned fifteen and was up to her eyes in mock exams, in readiness for the ‘real thing’ in the summer-time.
Sally and I had met in the summer of 2001, the year after I had returned from
America, but ironically our paths had unwittingly crossed on the journey in
2000, as she happened to be staying in a hotel in St. Petersburg the night that
I had arrived in Tampa!
With Australia being at
the other end of the world, we had decided to have a two-night stop-over in
Dubai on the way over, not only to break-up the journey, but because we had
always wanted to visit this place, which looked and sounded so magnificent. However,
first we had to get out of Tenerife and having not realised that the night we
would be flying off the island was in fact ‘Spanish Christmas Eve’, we nearly
missed our flight – and that was only after having survived the most
frightening car journey of my life, as my taxi driver roared through the
pitch-black country lanes, (with a sheer drop on one side), then duly whizzed
past the ‘correct’ turn-off at an immeasurable speed, inevitably getting us
totally lost in the process, before finally ending up at the airport – less
than two minutes before they closed the check-in desk!
Dubai sure lived up to its
reputation and the Burg Al Arab surpassed all of our expectations as Sally and
I stood next to this amazing ‘seven-star’ rated hotel and gazed up at this
unbelievable structure, the pair of us simply in awe of its majesty! The Palm
Island’s were being built all around us and ‘The World’ was still in its
relative infancy, as the land reclamation continued along the shores of the
Arabian Sea. Dubai’s shopping mall’s were the most unbelievable we had ever
seen in our lives –one of them actually including an indoor ski-slope, complete
with falling snow -and even chair-lifts to take the skiers back up to the
summit of this incredible man-made mountain! The ‘Duty Free’ boutiques in the
airport also housed the most comprehensive range of goods one could ever wish
to buy and as Sally and I flew to the
merry old Land of Oz, we both swore that one day we would return to explore
all seven of the United Arab Emirates.
Perth, ‘the most isolated city in
the world’, where we began our journey, would unexpectedly turn out to be our favourite part of Australia.
Maybe it was because of all the
wonderful people we met there, or perhaps it was because of the beautiful
places nearby that we visited, such as Mandurah, with its pristine
coastline or Fremantle, with its infamous prison.
And how will we ever be able to
forget our wonderful day out on Rottnest Island, where we came face-to-face
with the ‘quokkas’ (‘rats, as big as cats’!)
Next in line was our first Great
Railway Journey on the ‘Indian Pacific Train’. Starting at Perth in Western
Australia, we first stopped in the gold-mining town of Kalgoorlie, before
continuing on across the infamous Nullarbor Plain, and then on to a small
town in the middle of nowhere called ‘Cook’.
After a short break here, we
continued on travelling for a total of 2980km - all the way over to the
town of Glenelg in Adelaide on the far-eastern shores of South Australia.
After three days of rest and
recuperation Sally and I set off once again, heading south into Victoria
and the famous city of Melbourne.
It was here that we learned all
about the notorious gunslinger called ‘Ned Kelly’, was musically
entertained at our first ‘gay and lesbian festival’- and got duly lost and
subsequently drowned as rats whilst looking for our ‘low-budget’ accommodation!
At nearby Williamstown, we also
discovered an amazing pub-cum-theatre, which was not only named after the
‘Titanic’, but also built to look like it as well – and in the evenings we
watched the ‘Australian Open Tennis Tournament’, which was being played
live only a few miles from our hostel.
After staying one night in
Canberra (Australia’s Capital Territory), we moved on to Sydney, where we
did the usual tourist bit, by visiting Sydney Opera House, before taking
several photos of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. I then decided to take on a
semi-professional tennis player, to raise $100 for charity.
After a visit to the island of
Manly, where Sally and I were kept out of the water by a warning of
‘blue-bottles’ (jelly-fish) coming into the shallow waters, I played tunes
with an Aborigine band, before moving on to Bondi Beach to do battle with
the waves.
After an over-night stay in Coffs
Harbour, where Sally and I went to a fantastic barbeque -and also
discovered the ‘Big Banana’, we came across Peter - a wonderful guy who
worked at a time-share resort and had truly amazing stories to tell.
Moving northwards we arrived at
Surfers Paradise, where the golden sands and the massive waves were simply
out of this world –and so we decided to stay for an extra night.
In Brisbane Sally and I spent the
day on small speed-ferries,
whizzing back and forwards across the Brisbane River which flows around
this famous city, before moving on up to Rockhampton, where I enjoyed my
first taste of ‘crocodile’ and ‘kangaroo’!
After a day trip to Yeppoon,
where Sally and I watched the ships sailing out to Keppel Island, before
managing to come face to face with a giant lizard, we returned back to our hovel for one final nights’ sleep!
At Townsville everything changed,
including our route, as cyclones hit the north-eastern corner of Australia,
causing flash-flooding everywhere and forcing Sally and I to abandon our
ideas of going up to Cairns -and as for sailing out to the Great Barrier
Reef for a day’s scuba-diving (one of my life-time ambitions) – well this
was now sadly out of the question!
Racing against time, Sally and I
sped due west across Queensland, heading for Mt. Isa with the cyclone in
hot pursuit, flooding the roads and countryside in its wake and pushing us
further and further inland until we reached the intersection at Tennant
Creek.
After a lengthy battle with
bureaucracy, we took the bus going south to Alice Springs, where we planned
to stay for a few nights, before taking an excursion down to Ayres Rock, to
complete yet another ambition of mine. Unfortunately, this
second dream of mine also had to be cancelled, as personal circumstances
forced us to make our way home instead –but not before the rest of the journey
had been completed.
Taking the Ghan Train north to
Darwin, Sally and I soon met-up with another wondrous bunch of characters,
all of whom had their own stories to tell of life, love –and their travels
on the road.
After visiting several monuments
and war memorials (before contracting some kind of tummy bug -which lasted
24-hours) our time in Darwin soon elapsed, and so we moved on across to
Kununurra, where we came face-to-face with ‘Kelly’s Knob’!
After one nights’ stay in a great
back-packers hostel, where the
pair of us made friends with two Norwegian guys, Sally and I moved on
across to Broome, where we stayed for three
whole nights -only this time
we became pals with a complete ‘swimming-pool-full’ of travellers!
Our final destination was Denham,
where Sally and I checked into a beachside back-packers lodge for a few
nights rest and recuperation.
During this time we also paid a
visit to the fantastic wild dolphins of ‘Monkey Mia’, where I was lucky
enough to be given a fish to feed one of these beautiful creatures.
Tomorrow Sally and I would be
taking our last bus-ride down to Perth, where the journey had begun less than six weeks ago.
However, as we settled
ourselves down for our final nights’ sleep in Australia, a terrifying
earthquake suddenly struck Denham and the walls of our building began to
shake like crazy! “Could this really be the end of the line for the both of us”, I thought to myself?
And so it’s
a fond farewell to the continent of Australia –along with all of its
amazing creatures and unbelievable landscapes. As our aeroplane took off
from Perth Airport, I immediately swore that one day I would return to the
‘merry-old land of Oz’...and rest-assured - I will!
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