Well with just a few days before we hit the open road again we thought we'd keep you updated on what’s going on here in Far North Queensland. Since our last entry we've had a few more trips that we thought you may be interested in;
Tony decided to take us off-road in his 4 by 4 Musso up in the Black Mountain at the edge of the Tablelands on the Rex Range. One of the main things we noticed while following the track was how quickly the scenery changed from rainforest to bush mainly due to the amount of light that could seep through and how open the land was. We drove for around 45 minutes over rugged paths arriving at a small creek running through the middle. You know me, we stopped as I just had to have a paddle; it was freezing. I was tempted to reenact the scene from Dirty Dancing where Jennifer Grey and Patrick Swayze are dancing along a log. I was all for it until I noticed Kerry (Kerry and Dave were a couple working at the resort, they only lasted only a week) had already tried something similar and lost her thong, (Aussie word for flip flop not knickers!) her fella Dave had to wade in to his waist to retrieve it. Something was telling me Nathan would not be doing this so I was to best steer clear of the log.
Part of the track crossed over what is known as the 'Ghost Road.' A billionaire known as George Quaid built this road that believe us is as long as the stretch from Doncaster services to Brigg on the M180 as a way through for people buying property near a lake he had also built. The only thing was he'd told the government he was only building a track, so when they discovered this road now fully equipped with slow pass by lanes they were less than impressed and denied access. It is still closed down to this day and is not shown on any map anywhere!
From here we continued through rugged sections and it was here that I struggled to catch my breath for a few minutes. Nathan and Dave spotted a rather large snake of around 2 meters long baking in the heat of the sun in the middle of the road, reversing to get a better look it was determined that from the quick glance Tony got it was most probably called an Eastern Brown; one of Aussies top 10 poisonous snakes. Needless to say I was on snake alert especially as Tony was reversing yet again as he had spotted another snake on the road, and leaning out he grabbed it,
The truth is I don’t know what the rules are about blogging and the length of each read, I guess I could find out but should I discover that I’ve already exceeded my allocated number of words (highly likely) then I’d have to put a halt to my writing because I choose to write until all that needs to be said has been, and I choose to do this guilt free. Another truth is that when I set out to begin this blog I had high hopes I’d be much further into our original backpacking journey than I actually am, frustratingly time is just as busy now as it was back then. Remembering this same frustration I had to find an hour to sit and send news home from Australia, twinned with today writing this reminded me of a phrase my Uncle once shared about not rushing things and how anything worth having is worth waiting for; there it was, the realisation that I’ve been typing about the wrong feeling. I don’t think I felt frustrated back in 2006, what I was feeling was determination to find the time to email home just like I am today to share this, which has to be the final and best truth yet, that writing is an outlet that allows you to rediscover things you’d momentarily forgotten and look at them in a whole new light. I do recognise though that I am still the same determined person with a goal; to remember the past by giving it a future within my children’s eyes.
25th July 2006; Sydney to Far North Queensland
So here we are in far North Queensland and I thought it was time we updated you with our travels continuing from Sydney where we left off....
Best buys so far for us have to be the expensive travel towels from Blacks (walking shop in the UK), they seriously work and take up the slightest of room, the wash bags with hooks are perfect for running to shower rooms and finding things easily, oh and the universal sink plug. No worse buys yet although I suspect I will have a fair few items of clothes that I won’t have worn by Christmas but I’m not admitting this till at least 3 months have passed! Andy and Kelly be aware to leave space in your suitcase for a bit of ferrying for us (love you). A note to Phil here, cheers for sorting the iPod out, seriously it works a treat, the car (this story comes later) only had a tape player but after buying the cassette lead changer thing for the iPod we now have music and plenty of it to choose from; I especially love the East17 tracks.
So here we are in Sydney, luckily today it was warm, but when we arrived yesterday it was raining and freezing, for a second I thought we'd arrived back in England. What a shock going from 30 degrees in Hong Kong. I think the tan we had achieved disappeared in an instant. Not to worry we have a year to work on it.
Three days in Hong Kong was plenty, we saw the Peak, Temple Street night markets, shops, shops and shops, and to top it all off I think we sweated out about 10% our body weight. The rooftop pool at the hotel was great for the sights but didn’t help at all as it was only 2 degrees cooler then the air temperature. Cold showers all the way. The hotel was complete with concierge, our bags were brought up to the room straight away and as we really didn’t know how much to tip Nathan gave the lovely chap 50 HK dollars, little did we know that the average is 5 HK Dollars, no wonder they followed us around the rest of the trip. The hotel was pretty pricey so we decided to venture away from the hotel (and McDonald’s) and eat in an original Chinese cafe/restaurant, this was extremely cheap which compensated for the fact that we were the only two English people in the place but we couldn’t complain the food tasted amazing. I haven’t touched duck or rat after seeing the hanging ones in the streets, although the chicken I did buy tasted a little funny? I couldn’t grasp the difference in money at all; it doesn’t feel right to be handing over what looks like 250 pounds for food, so I left this to Nathan who had no problems handing over large amounts of cash. Nathan also couldn’t get over the fact that the scaffolding was made of bamboo, seriously he thought it was crazy.
So off we jetted to Sydney, I have to admit Qantas
This is embarrassing, in fact I’m confident any readers I had hooked with my introduction may consider me a complete fraud when you read the first ever email I sent home after arriving in Hong Kong for three days at the beginning of our years backpacking adventure;
1st July 2006; First Instalment of our adventures
Hi there, it’s me and Nathan at 2.35am here in Hong Kong, and England have just lost their game – bummer, I was soooooo giddy. Hong Kong is so humid, it’s a little unbearable and the things they cook and show on the streets are not nice; ducks with beaks still attached and rats! The buildings are amazing – lots of photos taken and lots more to see before we leave.’ Only a quick email for now to say we have arrived safe and sound and lapping it all up. Speak and email in detail soon. Lindsay x
OK, so here’s the thing, I did promise to include the emails and journals exactly as I wrote them minus the spelling errors, I’ve removed these because let’s face it my use of the written English language is humorous enough. I mean I seriously wrote ‘bummer’ in an email to my parents. I remember my dad at a parents evening once telling my English teacher I sounded like, and I quote, ‘a refugee from Eastenders.’ My mum was an absolute TV soap addict hence the link. I was absolutely mortified, I still am, I’ve never quite fully understood my dad’s humour but I can’t deny my first email home makes me wonder how I ever passed my English exams; I did by the way.
I’m a couple of months into being a stay at home mum which seems an odd thing to say considering I’ve been doing this for a year already, but that was different, I was on maternity leave, I had a job to return to so drinking coffee and eating cake at any given opportunity especially as soon as Zack took his ‘twenty minutes is all I need in a day nap’ was the guilt free right I had earned, and I drank a lot of coffee. Actually I ate a lot of cake too. Fact. Mostly in those moments if I was solo I found myself contemplating reading the book I’d forgotten to pack or re writing the ‘to-do’ list which often had become longer rather than shorter, and considering whether if I made the phone calls I needed to make just how far into the conversation I’d get before I’d have to apologetically end the call due to a waking boy who through his sobbing would be telling anyone who listened I hadn’t fed him for days (it’s not true just to clarify). I found so often that my thoughts took me to thinking about my mum who died from Breast Cancer in 2008, and as I sit today in yet another coffee shop a month into my new role desperate for the caffeine to kick in so I can brave whatever the rest of the day is going to throw at me, just for a split of a second I feel guilt,
New Year, a new role and a new me, that’s what we all say right, but 2018 really is the year I’m starting with the acceptance I am not a failure and the unknown of where it may take me. You see I spent much of 2017 stressing about this, and when, at the end of the year, I found myself sat in the doctors surgery for the first time ever about to admit just how stressed I’d become I knew I had a decision to make there and then; to return to work after a year’s maternity leave or not.
My second baby, a boy, had arrived and I had planned so many adventures but what I didn’t plan for was the journey I was going to go on myself
I am a 'wannabe' Nomad who currently lives in Sheffield with my husband and two children. I genuinely love exploring new places but finding time to fit this in is tricky so more often than not I'm found in the closest independent coffee shop because nothing cheers me up better than a decent coffee.