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Sunday, July 31, 2016

Airlie Beach Qld, Week 1 July 24-31 2016

Airlie Beach Week 1

Leaving Townsville at a respectable hour, we drove out of town and onto the very lamentable Bruce Highway for 3 1/2 hours of bashing and crashing our way down the goat track to Airlie Beach. We finally made it to Bowen, and as we were still stuck behind something or other travelling at 85, we considered taking luncheon, but then at the critical moment, they all turned into town, so we kept on going. Apart from a rogue ratbag truck driver who attempted to run us and another van off the road, it was ‘uneventful’.

Finally we are here The Big 4 Adventure Whitsunday Resort at Cannonvale. As Cannonvale and Airlie Beach are almost the same place, we'll just call it Airlie Beach. Judy is finally in her favourite caravan park and we have been for a swim and been to the food shops and had a wine and all is right with the world.

But what to do? There are the magnificent Whitsunday Islands of course, and Whitehaven Beach, but we've been to them all and frankly, are a bit reluctant to stump up the serious amounts of money to go out on any of the cruises.

Apart from swimming in the pool and lolling about doing not much, we have managed to:

Wander around Airlie Beach itself, checking out all the tourist tack that is available, drinking coffee and eating an excellent open ham sandwich at one of the cafes. Outside one shop is a birdcage with Gouldian finches in it, which I am told are quite rare. The shop-lady said that they were all set free by a do-gooder last year, and only one returned. If they had asked, they would have found out that they are indeed rare and these ones are part of a captive breeding program, not just locked up for the owners pleasure.

Gouldian Finch. Airlie Beach Qld
High up on the ridge overlooking Airlie Beach is one lone house. It belongs to the fellow who started the Hogs Breath Restaurant chain in 1989, right here in Airlie Beach.

Hogs Breath House. Airlie Beach Qld
Further around from Airlie is Shute Harbour, a once bustling port teeming with tourists and holiday makers heading for any of the many Whitsunday Islands. Now its as dead as a dodo due the opening of the brand new Port of Airlie right back in town. On the way there you cross a creek and Eagle-eye spotted this Jabiru. Jabiru is so much nicer than black-necked stork, don't you think?

Jabiru or black-necked stork. Shute Harbour Qld
Another day we took ourselves up to Proserpine via Brandy Creek, where I checked out the bush walks in the National Park. One is 850m return, which I think means 1700m, but its not obvious, except that they claim 1 1/2 hours for the trip. That might have something to do with the very steep long set of stairs at the start that drop down into the valley. I'll save it for another day. The other walks are 8km and 30km, these I might pass on. As we then arrived in Proserpine quite late, we missed out on finding lunch or coffee or anything much. But the next day we went out the 45km or so to Dingo Beach, Hydeaway Bay and Cape Gloucester. We had a nice lunch at Cape Gloucester resort and wandered round the beach for a bit. This resort and the one next door, Montes, are supposed to be where all the local come to have fun, and given the number of people around, they are probably right.

Cape Gloucester resort. 

Brian doing the big chill. Cape Gloucester resort. 

Judy studying the menu. Cape Gloucester resort. 

Cape Gloucester resort. 

Cape Gloucester resort. 

Cape Gloucester resort. 

Unknown bug. Cape Gloucester resort. 
We drove back, had a quick look at Montes  and then returned to Cannonvale.



One evening we decided to go to Banjos, the bistro down the road, where they have a 2-for-1 night. Two chicken schnitzels for $15, thats not so bad. Don't ask how much the drinks cost! We rang up to book and they said they were full. Undaunted we turned up at 7 or something and found a seat outside in the dark. As you can imagine the place was indeed packed and as I waited in the line to order, I kept my eye on an old couple who looked like they were finished and just hanging around. I was getting closer and closer to the till. The lady got up and went top the loo. I was 3 away from the register. Finally she came back and I was next in line. Damn. They stood up. I ran out the door, slammed a phone on the table, ran around to where Judy was in the dark, grabbed her bag off the table and bolted back to 'my' table. I dumped the bag and rejoined the line as if nothing had just happened. One just has to be decisive and quick to act sometimes. And sometimes it pays off, we bagged the best table on the place!

Our next site neighbour is a permanent van/house thing and the old fellow has this bright and shiny trike-bike. I was taking the rubbish out when I spied this bird hanging upside down on the tow-bar looking at itself in the chrome. By the time I got back and grabbed a camera, the bird had moved, but I took some snaps anyhow.

Indian ring-necked parakeet. Cannonball Qld

Indian ring-necked parakeet. Cannonball Qld
After I finished the Airlie Beach Parkrun, which is two laps around the boardwalk next to the marina, we went into town to check out the markets, which are smaller than I remember but as predictable as usual.
Markets. Airlie Beach Qld

Selfie stick etiquette!. Markets. Airlie Beach Qld

Bad hat day. Markets. Airlie Beach Qld

Its a real dragon with real fire coming out of its nostrils. Markets. Airlie Beach Qld

Blowing' in the wind. Markets. Airlie Beach Qld

Along came a lot of camels. The ride is about 100metres up and 100m back! Markets. Airlie Beach Qld
We were going out later one afternoon and came across a nest of grey nomads doing the cheese tasting thing in a big ring. 


This morning I was idling about and took a couple of snaps just sitting in this chair of the garden between us and the next van

Big 4 Adventure Whitsunday Resort at Cannonvale 

Big 4 Adventure Whitsunday Resort at Cannonvale
So, that's why one does at Airlie Beach when one isn't out depleting the children inheritance.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Airlie Beach 3

Apart from doing some exploring in the area between Airlie Beach and Proserpine, finding out some of the locals hidden secrets, we have been on two more ‘cruises’.

The first was a sunset cruise on board Illusions. Any illusions we might have had about a nice comfortable relaxing cruise watching the sun set slowly in the west dissipated from the moment we were picked up. The little bus was hot and stuffy in the back and had the oddest smell – like paint or turps, and you couldn’t open any window and the air-con didn’t work. Once on board, even though it was crowded we found a comfortable enough possie and drank the complimentary plastic of champagne and munched away on the crackers and things. No mention was made of the sunset, which plopped down of its own accord behind us as we steamed out toward the headland. For whatever reason, they just kept going, for more than an hour in the same direction, only turning back after dark to retrace or steps. Now I don’t mind a boat ride, but this just seemed excessive and pointless and were glad to get back.

The next day, at 7am we were ready for our Whitehaven Beach and Snorkelling Adventure. The boat was a single hull dive boat, which means it was crowded, something like 23 ‘guests’ and 4 crew. Dive boats are working boats and are inevitably shabby and border on being uncomfortable. We headed straight for Whitehaven, which is an hour and a half run in even the fasted boat. Eventually after the prescribed time, crashing through the swell and heavy chop we made it to Whitehaven. No we didn’t. We moored way to the west of the beach proper, past the headland upon which there is now a lookout. The skipper insisted that we had never been to the beach proper as no commercial boats were allowed to go there as it would spoil the view from the lookout! Extra-bloody-ordinary. Judy and I exchanged a knowing look as we both knew damn well that FantaSea had moored right at the beach, along with everyone else, back in the 1990s, and that Ragamuffin would have except for the howling gale blowing on that particular day.  It’s not just that he had a different opinion; it was the brusque and quite rude way in which he imparted this knowledge to us that really got up my nose. Oh, well, let’s go snorkelling.

Ah, no. Let’s go for a walk up the hill, which isn’t ‘an easy walk’ at all but a fair climb up a decent sort of hill. Mind you, the view from the lookout is spectacular, looking up the estuary part of Whitehaven, and is where all the publicity shots come from. Here we were informed that we were to proceed back down the hill and across to the beach proper (well, no, the currently uncovered sand flats) and that we would an hour and a half to ourselves! Yippee you say, except that we had been specifically told not to bother bringing towels or sunblock and stuff. Whitehaven Beach is a bit tricky. Being made of 98% pure silica, the sand stays cold because it reflects the sun straight back up, meaning you’re going to get burnt on your undersides real quick.

Going back down the ‘easy climb’ one poor lady fainted and fell over, which threw their well oiled tour into a bit of a spin. Fortunately, Judy was able to get her comfortable while the crew called for help on the two-way, and in time she recovered well enough to finish the walk back down. (and later to go snorkelling). Out on the beach we had a wander, stuck our toes in the ocean and then retired to the shade of a Casuarina to await our return.

On the little beach where we were moored there was some of that sedimentary conglomerate rock like we had seen up in Karumba. This large piece had obviously been on the ocean floor at some stage and was covered in bits of embedded coral and rocks. It even had impressions like you see with fossils, where embedded coral had come away. Pretty interesting. At least something to look at while we whiled away the time waiting to be ferried back to the boat.

Once back on board lunch was available and we tucked in while thr crew up-anchored and set a full on cracking pace across the ocean to who knew where.

The destination turned out to be Luncheon bay on Hook Island and the divers dove and us snorkelers snorked our silly heads off. The water was a fantastic dark blue, the visability great, the coral really good and the fish plentiful, colourful and pretty friendly, swimming right up with and around us; you could easily touch them. The snorkelling saved the whole day for us and later than normal, we headed back to port. The skipper however, had a feeling about the whales, and true enough, there they were, frolicking off our starboard bow. This was a bonus, but when they breached right near the boat it was just amazing and capped the day off. Unfortunately, it’s such and unpredictable event in such a big ocean, getting a snap of the actual whale rather than a splash, is almost impossible on a random basis.

Whitehaven Beach. Whitsunday Island, Qld