Showing posts with label Court House Hotel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Court House Hotel. Show all posts

Sunday, July 28, 2024

Port Douglas, Qld July 26, 2024

 Port Douglas, Qld July 26, 2024

Easy 130km down the mountain to Glengarry, which is as close to Port Douglas as you’d like for a caravan park. This year, as the Cook Highway is a bit of a mess between here and Cairns, we though we might slide down there tonight, stay in a hotel and I can do my Parkrun at 7am Saturday, rather than leaving at 6 am and hoping to make it on time.


We stayed in a grandly name hotel, The Palm Royale, out at a suburb called Manunda. The hotel is conveniently situated not far from several shopping centres and a 10 minute drive to Paloma, which is where I’ll do the parkrun. Found the hotel easily enough, the traffic on a Friday arvo is manic, the shops all look half empty and to be honest, the whole area looked a bit seedy. Our room had a nice little balcony overlooking the pool and we decided to drink bubbles and get a pizza for dinner. All the pizza shops, and there are  a lot, just around our area, all seemed to be flat-out. I finally drove to one, ordered a pizza and was told that it was 30 minutes wait. which is OK. I wandered into the nearby IGA, which again, looked half empty and 3 parts dead. They had one (1) can of Coke in the fridge... It seems to me that the whole area is over-serviced by an astounding number of shopping centre, large and small, and that none of them are doing very well. There are lots of closed shops everywhere.


After my Parkrun, we left the hotel and went right back up to the northern end of Cairns, Palm Cove to be exact. Always nice up here, with huge palms and giant melaleuca trees covering the waterfront, the hotels, cafes, bars and shops. It might be my imagination, but those trees seem to have doubled in size since last year. If it were in Sydney you have to wear a suit and tie to be allowed in. Parking is always a drama, but we lucked into one straight away and went off to find some breakfast. Suitably fed and watered, we did the obligatory perambulatory lap of the promenade and headed back to Port Douglas.


Giant melaleuca tree. Palm Cove, Cairns Qld


The Cook Highway was totally closed early in the year following heavy rains and multiple landslides onto the road. There are now four traffic-light controlled stop-go zones, and even with the heavy traffic, it wasn’t too much of a delay. Some of those rock falls look pretty huge though and it’s a wonder the road is open at all. At the northern end it looks more like the ocean side land had been eroded from under the road. They certainly have some work to do to fix this lot up!


Ah, Port Douglas. It is obligatory that one has to take luncheon at the Court House Hotel and indulge in a bucket of prawns. We have done this a number of times over the years, rough times to know that you need to take you our 1000 Island sauce if you want to get just the right taste from your gambini!


Judy in 7th heaven. Court House Hotel, Port Douglas Qld

About the only thing a poor old pensioner can afford to do in Port Douglas, apart from eating prawns, is the Lady Douglas cruise up the creek. Prices for cruises to the outer reef, or even the closer Low Isles, are extraordinary! Anyhow, despite having done the cruise any number of time, we elected to go on the Sunset Cruise, so called because its the last one of the day, nothing to do with the sun-setting. We were greeted by the skipper telling us that the 'head', boatie term for a toilet, was blocked, and if we went on the cruise we couldn't go, so we'd better had go at the marina before we left. Interesting start to an hour and a half with 30 bods or so on board. The charm of this cruise is totally dependant on the skipper. Today we had a really chatty one, who regaled us with all the gossip and news and history of the town of Port Douglas.

Being quite a high tide we didn't expect to see any crocodiles but eventual someone called out "Croc ahoy" and pointed to a bump in the water further up the creek. Probably a logodile, but newbie croc-spotters were happy.  Apart from the serenity of floating up the creek, you get a plastic cup of champagne and some raw carrots with humus dip as a snack. I'm still amazed at how many boats, yachts mainly, get brought up here and basically abandoned. Eventually they sink and every few years Council lets out a contract to salvagers to clean them out. 

Obviously didn't float the owner's boat. Left to sink and die in the mangrove swamps.
Packers Creek, Port Douglas Qld


Nestled among the super yachts, is John Farnham's boat, Phantom, bought by him back in the 1980s when he was a very big deal. Port Douglas, Qld

Speaking of John Farnham, the story is that when Christopher Skase, who invented Port Douglas, its marina, resorts and golf courses, gave the grand opening party, his special entertainer was John Farnham, high on the charts with his resurrection comeback as Whispering Jack. Mr Skase was so pleased he gave Mr Farnham not one, but two, luxury units in the newly completed Sheraton Hotel. Mr Farnham reputedly still owns both. Good on him!

One of the driving forces for our return visit to the area is to get up to Mossman, where, according to Judy, they make the best vanilla slices in Australia, way better even than the original Beechworth Bakery ones. We managed to nab one last year, but when we went back the next day they were closed! Outrageous.

Anyhow this year they were open and had a whole trayfull of the things so coffee and vanilla slice it was for morning tea. The smell coming out of the bakery into the alfresco dining area (fancy term for footpath) was too much. We went back in for pies for lunch and a pair of vanilla slices for 'ron'.

There seems to be a recurring theme here...
Judy at the Mossman Bakery enjoying a much anticipated Vanilla Slice.
Mossman, Qld


Apart from Mossman Gorge, and close proximity to Port Douglas and a short hop from the Daintree which brings loads of tourists in, the only other work in town is cane. Growing it, cutting it, carting it and crushing it. But wait. The 123 year old mill has just closed forever. According top Dr DuckDuckGo, It was reused several times from closure, the last by a cooperative formed by the farmers, but now having struggled for years, they just can't produce enough cane to keep it running economically, and so it is closed. It will be interesting to see what effect that has on Mossman and the surrounding area over the next few years. For a start, all the cane will now have to be taken by truck down to at least Cairns and beyond. Apart from the costs, the very thought of those huge can trucks rumbling up and down the Cook Highway, already congested and backed with 4 landslides, will be a nightmare. 

Cane Train. Probably the last one to ever come to Glengarry, July 2023

End of the line for cane trains, 2023. Mossman, Qld

And as everyone knows, just south of Glengarry is a bridge over the Mowbray river, which has become a huge tourist drawcard. Its even had a prop[er bridge and carpark put in for all the Croc-spotters.

Look! a croc! Mowbray River, Glengarry Qld

And there it is. 

Oh and look, there's lunch..... Thrill seeker.
Mowbray River, Glengarry Qld



Sunday, August 11, 2019

Port Douglas Qld 11 August 2019

Port Douglas Qld 11 August 2019

Well, our week here in (or almost in) Port Douglas is coming to an end. After the first few days of coolness and drizzle, the weather has cleared up and it's pushing 30c most days. What have we done? The big items were the tour of Mossman Gorge with the native guide, which was interesting and enjoyable. Drove down to Cairns and went to the markets up at Karunda, which is a pleasant enough drive, but the 'markets' are just more of the same tourist-trash as everywhere, and basically it just provides somewhere to go. We did have a rather nice lunch at the pub though, one of the place's redeeming qualities. We also had booked on a music tour up the river on the Lady Douglas. supposed to go from 6.30pm to 7.30pm, but wait, what a surprise, they called and cancelled it citing us as being the only guests. But of course wouldn't we love to go on the 4.30pm sunset tour. What a giant pain, and a mistake to be sure. The boat was packed and noisy and the bogans and their snotty kids were running amok. As for a 'tour', it travelled past mangrove tree after mangrove tree for an hour and half, the ennui interspersed only with the sighting of the resident crocodile and the obligatory sunken yacht. We ended up back past the marina and out a little bit into the bay for the sunset climax - or not. I couldn't get off fast enough. To make up for our disappointment we went to the Courthouse Hotel in the heart of the town and ate a bucket of king prawns and quaffed down a very nice bottle of Prosecco - that'll show 'em!

Brian quaffing Prosecco. Court House Hotel, Port Douglas, Qld

On Saturday we got up at 5.45am (yes, very early indeed) and drove the 70km down to Cairns so I could do a Parkrun at 7am, which was pleasant enough. After we went and found somewhere salubrious to have a big breakfast of eggs and salmon and tomatoes and mushrooms, and several cups of coffee. I think this is the only place and time we have done this, but highly appreciated after the early start. We tramped yet-another-market across the road near the pool, as we have done several times in the past but to say it was not much to look at would be heaping praise upon it. We followed this up with a visit to the big shopping centre and bought a pair of shoes each - my Parkrun ones have had it!

When we were through with the thrill of the big city we wended our way back to Palm Cove, about 20km and 200 roundabouts north of Cairns central, where we plonked ourselves on the beach and relaxed for a few hours. Finally I was driven by hunger pangs to go and find some take-away food from the forest of silver-service restaurants that line the Esplanade. I opted for fish and chips for me and calamari for Judy, and both were excellent. Another hour or so doing nought and we thought that a last coffee on the way back to the car would be a fitting end to a nice day out.

Today our last day and apart from the obligatory visit to the Port Douglas Markets, huge, but why do all the stalls look familiar? Honestly, you go because there is not much else to do that doesn't cost an arm and a leg, and who knows, you might find a bargain. Judith bought some odd looking aubergines for 85c and a new hat for $15, and that was our contribution to the local economy. Anyhow, that's been our Port Douglas stay for another year.