Road to Nowhere

Whilst it was definitely the road less travelled, Western Australia did not disappoint. Wildlife encounters, walking amongst giants, surfing rocks, gawping at huge holes and machinery, listening to some rather saucy stories, and more……..

Having picked up our large luxury 2 berth MoHo, our first job was to load up with food and find a bottle shop for wine and beer.  Then the sightseeing began with The Thrombolites at lake Clifton Lake, just down the coast. 

They are the oldest living things on earth at about 2000 years old.  They are extremely rare and only found in only a few places in the world, including Western Australia and Argentina, so we felt it was worth the short diversion from the route to pay homage to these extraordinary creatures.  They don’t do much, don’t move, don’t make a sound and definitely don’t answer back. 

Our first overnight was in Bunbury as first thing the following morning we went to watch and paddle with dolphins that come in very close to the shore.  It’s a weird experience as they seem so tame and almost want to play. 

That was followed by a walk along Bussleton Jetty.  It’s almost 2km long and at the end there is an underwater observatory where you can walk down a spiral staircase to see beautiful multi-coloured coral and fish.  It was a very hot day but well worth the long walk to see the amazing colours.

We had booked into Margaret River Caravan Site so that we could visit some of the interesting sights nearby including caves, beautiful coastline, a lighthouse and to get back into living on a campsite and using the BBQ’s provided.  Of course, you couldn’t come to Margaret River without doing a wine tour or two!! 

We had a great tip off from our young guide Max on the first tour – go to Hamelin Bay where you can wade in the water with sting rays.

Land of The Giants

Travelling further along the coast we stopped at Manjimup to see The King Jarra tree. It’s estimated to be somewhere between 300 and 500 years old it is almost 40m tall.  Next in line was the Diamond Tree lookout which is a Jarra tree over 50m high. 

This tree was pegged in 1940 and a cabin built at the top. The tower person scaled the pegs to the cabin and scanned the surrounding landscape looking for bush fires.  You were, until recently, able to climb it, if you had the balls, but it’s now closed due to H&S plus the tree is diseased.  There are also 4 Jarra trees in a line, The Four Aces, and nobody knows if they were planted like that by Aboriginals or it just happened that way.  Standing at the base and looking up at the 400-year-old giants standing at 75m tall offers quite a remarkable view and memorable experience. 

All aboard

We are blessed in Seaton by having a tramway which is a huge draw for tourists to the town.  So, when we heard about The Pemberton Tram we couldn’t resist.  Maybe not such an impressive set up as Seaton but a good history just the same.  The Pemberton Tramway Company was established in 1987 to operate a service on the Pemberton – Northcliffe Railway.  It closed in February 2023 with the possibility to never re-open and then a local family stepped in to buy the business and it’s been a tourist attraction since.

Having had our ‘tram fix’ we were now getting tree withdrawal symptoms, so we set off to see The Valley of the Giants.  It has a 600m long tree top walk suspended 40m high in the canopy of the ancient tingle tree forest.  It was truly spectacular, as was the walk through the bush following a board walk and being able to stand inside a tingle tree. 

Windy City

We moved on to Albany which has so much to see and do where we stayed four nights.  The site was good and very convenient for the town. 

In 1914, more than 40,000 Australians and New Zealanders left Albany, bound for the Great War, – The Anzacs.  The National Anzac Centre is set within acres of land with footpaths that explore gunnery points and buildings.  There is a road up to the main memorial, The Avenue of Honour, which we chose to walk, and we were glad we did.  It’s an avenue of trees that were planted in the 1950’s and each tree has a plaque in memory to a soldier.  What was interesting is that many of the soldiers that fell in Normandy were quite young.  The Anzacs, however, ranged from a few young men to many in their 30’s and upwards. 

The weather in Albany wasn’t great, cool and very windy but, thankfully, dry.  This meant that it made it great walking weather so we headed off to Torndirrup National Park. which had loads to see.  There were several things to see including blow holes that we could hear but not see as the tide was down and the waves were in the wrong direction. 

The Gap, where we stood on a metal vantage point to stare down at a very angry sea hammering against the rocks.  For some reason, it was particularly windy and we had to hang onto each other let alone our hats! 

We didn’t quite get to Bald Head which we could see in the distance during a cliff top walk as it was too far in the time we had.  Torndirrup N P was lovely and on the way back to the campsite we had a first.  The police were making random checks and our vehicle was pulled over.   Neil had to blow into a breathalyser, something he’s never done before.  All clear and we were waved on. 

Another natural phenomena are the underground caves around Albany. We chose Jewel Cave, and it was spectacular.

Everybody’s going surfing……

After 4 nights we headed inland to Kalgoorlie stopping first at Wave Rock for a night on the way.  Once again, we had a lovely walk, although this time it was very hot and it was the first time we had to wear the head nets because of the annoying flies.  There was a clue in the name, Wave Rock, and it was well worth the diversion to see it.  The pictures don’t really do it justice but it is an amazing piece of natural geology. 

We knew that the further inland we went that the temperature would rise and the forecast for our arrival in Kalgoorlie was 45C, phew.  Regular readers know that Lucky is Neil’s middle name and it was fine as the next day the temperature dropped and it settled back to around a near perfect 30C.  It’s location in the outback meant that the heat was very dry making our sightseeing and evening BBQ’s a real treat. 

The Kalgoorlie mine, also known as the Super Pit, is the largest open-pit gold mine in Australia.  It took us a long time to absorb the sheer scale of the place which we observed from a viewing point plus a guided tour. It’s approximately 3.7km long, 1.5km wide, and more than 600m deep.  Whilst on our tour the driver, who used to work at the pit, said that they were in the process of enlarging it, by 50%!  Most of you will have heard of Tonka Toys, well the trucks are as a big as a house, and they can carry rocks in the back equivalent to 110 large cars.  The drivers work 12hr shifts, 7 days a week, three weeks on three weeks off.  We could go on and on with the stats, they are mind blowing, but we know you have a life!

The gold rush town of Kalgoorlie has some beautifully preserved buildings, several museums dedicated to the long history of mining that was started in 1893 by Paddy Hannan and his buddies.  This guy has had a fascinating life, he’s worth putting into Google. 

Of course, being a mining town, the miners had certain needs which need to be met – alcohol and ‘ladies’.  Questa Casa is a brothel that was still operating until a few years ago.  The Madam now offers tours with some great stories and photo opportunities. The Elders of Kalgoorlie took a unique approach to managing the situation as the growing wealth brought respectable families to the town alongside the rough and ready miners.  They moved all the brothels into Hay Street so everyone knew where to go or not to go depending on their preferences.  The ladies had to stay on the premises from dusk to dawn and could only go into the town during the day accompanied by The Madam.  The girls were regularly medically checked, and as numbers were limited they were able to make a small fortune so it was all very civilised.

Our tour of Western Australia was coming to an end, and we had to return the MoHo within a couple of days.  Heading back towards Perth we had a night at Merredin to do a walking tour which came highly recommended – sadly it wasn’t great.  That was followed by a night in York.  Whilst the campsite was, mmmm, interesting, the town was beautifully preserved, and the motor museum was very quaint and low key – well worth the visit.

You know when you get the feeling someone is staring at you? We spotted him in the tree looking down on us at the campsite.

Australia is vast. Australian Roads are generally in great condition and some stretches go on for mile after mile through huge never ending landscapes where you can see for miles and miles. That makes for some incredibly dull and very long drives. Unless you like looking at vast expanses of nothingness, with a few subtle changes to the trees, dust and rocks (Cheryl) or get excited by roadtrains (Neil).

Finally It was time to say goodbye to the MoHo. Luckily for us we were checked back in with the guy who had a sense of humour rather than Cruella Deville.  With the all clear and full deposit returned we had a night at an airport hotel before flying to Melbourne to have a couple of days sightseeing.  We had a fabulous afternoon sightseeing with friends Sally & Ken from the Silversea Cruise.  They invited us over to their house in the Melbourne suburbs for dinner and several bottles of excellent wine.

Next day we took the train to go and see Cheryl’s cousin Roy and his partner Heather.  Always fun and excellent hosts they always manage to fit in a wine tasting!  They are coming towards the end of a major renovation and extension project on their house which has been transformed since we last visited about seven years ago.  We were able to swap tales of our own reno experiences during lockdown.  They kindly drove us back to Melbourne airport for our flight home to the UK via Kuala Lumpur. 

That’s the end of our winter trip this year. We’ve done some amazing things, met some wonderful people and caught up with old friends.  It had some interesting moments but overall – It was more than Fine!!

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Congratulations

A crazy Australia Day, a new arrival, and meeting an old friend from our travels back in 2011.  We crammed a lot into two days!

The East Perth Suites Hotel was a short walk from the train station, and what a result – our apartment proved to be quite superb with a lovely view of the waterways. There was also a self-service washing machine for guest use which was really useful.  It was walkable to the centre, close to a well-stocked bottle shop, opposite a IGA minimarket, adjacent the free tramway and surrounded by restaurants – thumbs up!

That night, having wandered around to get our bearings and get fresh milk for morning tea, we settled on a nearby Cambodian Restaurant.  It was a little quieter than many of the other venues, had some outdoor seating and it was a BYO – perfect.  It also turned out that the food was very good, service excellent and just very low key, the sort of place we like.

You’ll remember that from the previous post that Annmaree and Russell from the train had invited us to The Windsor Hotel in South Perth to meet up with others from the train to celebrate Australia Day.  We arrived at 11am and set about getting to know the others and, of course, partake in a beer or two.  The hotel, which was more a pub, was busy and lively and as it was Australia Day there was a BBQ in the garden giving out free snags.

A young lady came around touting for people to take part in the Vegemite sandwich eating contest.  Whilst tempted, for once Neil chose the right answer, ‘sorry, no thanks’.  She eventually found five victims and sat them down ready to take part.  The stack of sandwiches was huge, it looked like a whole loaf of doughy white bread, you know, the sort that sits in your stomach for days.  The competition started and the noise in the pub got even louder as cheers of encouragement rung around the bar. 

It quickly became a race of two speeds which eventually became a one-horse race and a young boy, aged 11 well on the way to finishing his plateful.  Suddenly it was obvious he was in trouble, he pulled a funny face and shot off to the toilet.  He returned and was awarded a well deserved victory as the other contestants had thrown in the towel, totally beaten.  It was great fun for us all to watch and we hope that the flight he was catching that evening went OK!

Isn’t she lovely

Earlier that day Cheryl awoke to a dramatic message from son Alex, ‘News from Canada…..waters have broken’.  Another grandchild was on the way, but the due date was end of February, and the dads were on holiday in The Canaries so things weren’t going as planned.  As the day progressed Cheryl was discretely checking her phone for updates and apologised to all around the table for having a phone out.  Once they understood the situation everyone was engaged in the ongoing drama and demanded regular ten minute checks for an update.  Eventually late in the afternoon there was another ping and some excellent news.

Meet Lyra, four and a half weeks premature, fully fit and healthy and totally gorgeous. Congratulations to the proud Dads and immense thanks to the surrogate mum and her family for the greatest gift.

Whilst the Australia Day celebrations were still ramping up, we decided that after 7hrs of eating and drinking, bowing out seemed like the sensible thing to do.  We ordered an Uber and headed back to the apartment and a light Cambodian meal of ‘real’ food rather than cheap ‘snags’ and vegemite sandwiches.  It had been a great day and we will keep in touch with Annmaree and Russell.

Hello again

In 2011, whilst backpacking in Sri Lanka, we were told about the concept of Couchsurfing from a number of young folk.  Travellers are hosted by individuals and families at no cost for a night or two in the way that Pilgrims used to be looked after along their pilgramage routes. The idea is to offer hospitality and to get to know people from around the world. You can look for a bed or offer a bed through the website. We thought it was worth trying and created our own profile. 

Shortly afterwards we were accepted for our first Couchsurf with Ian in Kandy.  He was working at The British Council teaching English.  He proved to be an excellent host, finding us some delicious Sri Lankan food and showing us some of the sights.  We have since met up with him several in the UK when he was teaching English to foreign students in Sheffield.  Ian holds both UK and Australian citizenship and lives just south of Perth. 

We arranged to meet and this time he gave us a tour of Freemantle (Freeo) and Perth.  Thanks Ian, you showed us things that we would never have found in a month let alone a day including the highlight of the day for Neil when a massive containership sailed past while we were having lunch in Freeo.  (Neil is fascinated by the whole world of containers and how they manage them – did you know that there in excess of 60m containers in the world?……..yawn, yawn).

A short visit but we really liked Perth and would definitely recommend spending a few days there.

On the road again

We’ve done planes, boats and trains. Next in the plan was a road trip around the south of Western Australia in a Motorhome. Early next morning we arrived at the depot near to the airport. We were excited but unfortunately the lady in the office had undergone a personality bypass and couldn’t have been more miserable if she tried. ‘That doesn’t work, you won’t need this, you’ll definitely need to get one of these, that’s useless, blah blah blah’ and so it went on.

Miss Trunchbull was so scary Cheryl took several videos documenting every little bump and scratch on the vehicle in case we were landed with a massive bill for any damage on return. Thankfully, the guy in the workshop was human so we relied on him for information which we needed and we were swiftly on our way.

Trains and Boats and Plains

Sometimes our luck runs out and in this instance it definitely wasn’t fine.  

The Tasman Sea was having a tantrum which could affect our arrival date in Sydney.  We needed to arrive on time as old friends Chris and Viv had arranged to meet us at the port terminal to take us on a ‘magical mystery tour’. 

Whilst in Hobart The Captain advised that the weather ahead was looking a tad challenging and this may affect our scheduled itinerary.  We contacted C&V and Chris explained that the plan was to drive us to The Hunter Valley to go to a music festival on the Saturday, stay over in a an AB&B and next day to go on a wine tour. The music festival was a one off event so it couldn’t be rearranged.

We kept in touch with them via the ships email with daily updates on whether we would make it but when the final decision was made by the Captain to definitely delay entry to Sydney Harbour to avoid the storm it was clear we weren’t going to make it. Tickets and accommodation had been paid for so C&V went to the festival alone and we decided to try and recover whatever we could.

We worked out that the only way we could join C&V for day 2 and what was left of the wine tour was by booking a very expensive taxi.  We rushed off the ship as soon as we were allowed and the taxi was waiting just at the terminal exit – hurrah! We should get there by lunchtime.  It was fine that the taxi was there, but it wasn’t fine that the driver had the most terrible BO and we were stuck in a confined space with him for 2 hours. Pah!

We arrived at the lunch venue at exactly the same time as the wine tour – all was not lost!  It was great to see C&V and we spent a pleasant afternoon tasting wine, chocolate and cheese.  The accommodation was lovely and set in expansive grounds and we were joined by a herd of kangaroos in the evening.  We also spotted a joey’s head peeking out of his mum’s pouch, apologies for the quality of the pic.

After leaving the Hunter Valley on Monday we had a couple of days with them at their place in Avalon Beach, north of Sydney.  We always have fun with them, and we are looking forward to catching up again when they come over this year to see Viv’s family.  Thanks C&V for booking everything, it’s just a pity we couldn’t enjoy the full experience together.

Long train running

As you know we’re getting on with ticking items off the bucket list and decided to take one of the world’s top train journeys.  We were going to ride The Indian Pacific Railway all the way from Sydney to Perth in Western Australia.  Almost 4 days, 3 nights, on a luxury train with several excursions, gastronomic dining and quality drinks all included.  Very expansive, mighty expensive, but we are on a mission and so what the hell, it had to be done. It was also a journey taken by Michael Portillo on his trip to Australia, and looked wonderful.

However, the night before the trip started we received an email advising us to get to the station extra early, as there had been a last minute change of plan.  Due to strikes, the train was not going to start at Sydney so we needed to get there early to be bussed out to catch the train elsewhere.  Pah! This wasn’t fine –  we weren’t going to have the advertised champagne and canapes in the station followed by a gourmet lunch with free flowing drinks on board.  Regular readers will recall that UK train strikes have affected many of our journeys so we couldn’t believe it was happening to us in Oz.

Chris kindly agreed to drive us to the station and we set off early through the morning rush hour before we said our goodbyes.  After a short wait to check in we headed into the café for simple sandwiches and coffee while we waited for the bus.  Inside we met Russell and Annmaree.  What a lovely couple, we liked them, we just hit it off immediately.  As we were summoned to catch our allotted bus, we realised that the train was segmented and that we were to be on a different bus and a different section to them……..bugger!

The bus took us up through the Blue Mountains which we had been to before, but they are stunningly beautiful, so all was not lost.  We stopped for a comfort and sightseeing break and, as you do, made our way to get a beer and a glass of warm bubbly (the place wasn’t great).  Who should walk by? Russell and Annmaree…..spooky. 

We finally arrived at the station of departure, Littleton, which was totally devoid of facilities and, annoyingly, personnel from the tour company.  Anyway, trying to make the most of the boredom, and in the knowledge that we were to have best part of 3 days just eating and drinking, we set about doing laps of the platform to get some exercise.  After several false alarms and more delays we eventually boarded the train to realise just how the train was to be segmented.  It was a kilometer long and was split into sections of 3 private cabins which were each serviced by a lounge bar cabin and a dining cabin.  R&A were in a different area which was a pity but because you met the same few people each morning, lunch and evening it was extremely sociable, and both the food and drink were mighty good.  We soon made friends with the lovely barman and after a few drinks and a lovely dinner we settled in.

Our luxury accommodation was a tad on the small side but came with its own very small ensuite.  It might have been compact but it was comfortable and was converted from a day sofa to two bunks in the evening by the train staff. 

Our first stop the next morning was intended to be at the mining town of Broken Hill, somewhere we intended to visit in the motor home a few years ago but decided against it as it was ‘just too darned hot’!  However, as the train was running late, we only had time to stop while the train took on fuel and water.  This meant that the excursion we had booked, a walking tour of the town with drag queen Shelita Buffet, was cancelled.  However, all was not lost as the train company arranged for her to join the train to provide some entertainment on the way to Adelaide.

We spotted her on the platform and took the opportunity for a quick photo and a chat.  We’re not sure if it’s the banter that we had with her on the platform, but she took an instant liking to Neil and used him as a foil for her act.  Neil being Neil had a lot of banter with her whilst we’re pretty sure that some people didn’t really know what to make of the lovely Shelita.  We played a silly game of bingo, had a quiz, both winning prizes, a fridge magnet for Neil and a baseball cap for Cheryl.  She sang and she just strutted her stuff, and she made us laugh.  After her performance, she sat down and had a drink with us all and we ended up with an intimate Q&A session where she candidly answered all our questions just chatted about her life, her story – it was excellent. 

Adelaide was to be our next stop and we opted for the tour including wine tasting at a vineyard in the McClaren Vale followed by dinner at a restaurant overlooking the sea.  Guess who we sat with?

The next day we stopped at Cook, a ghost town.  Yup, it was a real ghost town, and one that once had a school and a hospital which was set up in 1917 in the Nullabour Plain to service the railway.  It’s around 800km from anywhere and it relied on two trains a week to bring supplies.  Sadly, in 1997 with privatisation of the railway and general technological changes it was to die, quickly.  It made an eerie visit, old schoolhouse, hospital and sports facilities all just falling foul of the elements which, in the Nullabour Plain, are quite hostile.  An interesting fact about the train and the plain, it’s home to the longest piece of straight railway track in the world at 478km or 297 miles.

That evening we stopped at Rawlinna, a remote outpost on the edge of Australia’s largest sheep station, where we enjoyed a fabulous long-table dinner under the stars.  It was just an awesome event with some excellent BBQ food, drinks and live music.  There was a bonus, somehow amongst the hundreds of people on the train, we managed to meet up with Russell and Annmaree and spend the evening with them.  This was beginning to make us think that this was a meeting that was meant to be.

Finally, we arrived in Perth and our train sojourn came to an end.  Apart from the rocky start the rest had been just so good.  The food and drinks were top notch, the people we met had interesting tales to tell and we had a lot of fun experiences along the way.    We had travelled 4352km from the East Coast of Australia to the West.  We went through 3 time zones.  We spent hours just watching the scenery go through subtle and not so subtle changes, and spotted the occasional Emu or Kangaroo.  The most intriguing sight was the endless nothingness of the Nullaboor Plain, Nullaboor means no trees and it was a very good description. We thank our lucky stars that we are fortunate enough to be able to afford it. 

Once we had left the train, we set about trying to find Russell and Annmaree to say our goodbyes.  Let’s not forget that the train was 1 km long and home to hundreds of people all trying to find a bus, a taxi or loved ones that had come to pick them up.  R&A were from Perth, they were home, so it was highly likely that somebody would come and collect them. 

We had almost given up when Neil saw Russell who was trying to do the same, say goodbye.  We all had hugs and said goodbye until next time, perhaps.  Suddenly, Russell announced that tomorrow was Australia Day and that a few of the people from their train segment were getting together at a hotel in South Perth to celebrate and generally say ‘it was a pleasure to meet you’.  Would we like to go too?  Is the pope a Catholic?

Until next time……

Brief Encounter

It’s been a while so please accept our apologies for such a long delay in publishing a blog entry.  We won’t bore you with excuses so let’s pick up where we left off in Auckland at New Year with you all wondering what we were about to do next.

Regular readers will know we have changed our travelling style to include sampling more luxurious modes of travel, and just doing the things we’ve always wanted to do.  Heck, we’ve worked hard and done enough tea bag sharing to earn the right to splurge!  Add to that the fact the present government is itching to grab another slice of tax from us and we have enough incentive to use it or lose it.

We left Auckland on January 5th aboard The Silver Muse, our latest cruise exploit.  This was to be a brief tour of NZ to see if we liked it and might want to revisit for a longer stay.  We’ve always said that as so many people rate it so highly, we really should go and give it a try.  What’s put us off is the distance but as we now know flying to Auckland isn’t that tortuous, but it is expensive!

We upped the budget considerably as Silversea Cruise Line is one of the best and certainly comes with great reviews.  The cabin was lovely but pretty much standard, after all there isn’t much you can do with 15m2, but we did have one very unique extra – a butler called Wayan!  Yup, Wayan from Bali had the rather fancy tailcoat and was there to satisfy our every whim.  Unfortunately for him, we struggled to find things for him to do, I mean what is one supposed to do with one’s butler?  Please feel free to add your comments on this one……….

The ship itself was quite small, only 600 passengers, everything included including an excursion in each port, and with excellent facilities.  This cruise was promising to be pretty damned good!

Our first port was the town of Napier for two nights.  The town was almost completely destroyed by an earthquake in 1931.  It was rebuilt in the building design of the day, Art Deco.  It is so well preserved, and the streets are full of beautiful buildings and facades.  You can hire a tour around town in a 30’s Packard or just stroll around the town, along the seafront and the beautiful Botanic Garden.  There is also The Faraday Museum which is more about Tesla, the scientist, not the car, and memorabilia from way back.  We had a great visit, playing with pinball machines, sitting in an old dentist’s surgery, generally reliving our childhood.   So, Napier got a big thumbs up.

Back on board there was the usual dangers of cruising, great food, new friends and delightful wines and cocktails.  Generally, overnight you cruise to the next port and this time it was to Wellington.  Our day was to include a ride on a funicular railway in the centre of town and a trip to Zealandia.  It’s an Eco Park that was set up 1999 to try and recover and preserve the native wildlife which over hundreds of years has been destroyed due to over cultivation and fishing, importation of invasive species such as rats, cats and dogs and flora and fauna.  A huge fence over 5 miles long has been erected to keep out ‘the baddies’ and let the native species thrive and there is ongoing process of removing the invasive plants.  It covers over 500 acres it has attracted many native birds, lizards and other wildlife.  Zealandia also got a big thumbs up.

Next stop was Lyttleton which is the main port for Christchurch.  The town of Christchurch wasn’t very exciting.  It was devastated by a huge earthquake in 2011 and has been rebuilt with little or no reference to the buildings that were put up when the islands were first colonised.  For Christchurch read concrete.  There was a pleasant riverside walk that winded its way around the centre and an excellent botanical garden, but other than that there wasn’t much to interest us.

What we did enjoy was a cruise.  Yup, as if we haven’t been on a boat long enough, we took a tour around the vast harbour.  The Captain gave us a fascinating talk about the history and the geology of the harbour.   The trip took about 2hrs and included a visit to the wreck of the boat The Breeze.  There’s not much left of it but the Captain dramatized it’s history beautifully.  Whilst it clearly had a chequered history of mishaps and just plain bad luck the Captain did make it all very funny.   He also showed us the albatross sanctuary on the top of the cliff.  It was beautiful to watch them effortlessly gliding over us with wingspans of around 3m for an adult.  They are just mesmerising and it’s just amazing that they spend the first years of their long lives, up to 50 years, at sea without ever touching the ground.  Whilst Christchurch itself didn’t get a thumbs up the harbour cruise was outstanding. 

By now we were beginning to make friends at the quiz which took place most early evenings.  We became ‘quiz tarts’ by joining a few teams before settling with Sally and Ken.  We also met them at the dancing that took place every evening after the show in the theatre and somehow, not sure how, we talked about Ford Mustangs.  They have a few friends with classic Mustangs and Neil showed Sally our car.  We agreed to keep in touch and Sally put her phone number into Neil’s WhatsApp contacts.  He labelled her Mustang Sally, and the name stuck!  They were a lovely couple, Ken, from the east end of London, and Sally came to NZ as a small child from Taiwan.

Our next visit was to Dunedin where we had originally booked ourselves on another Eco-Park tour.  We decided to switch and what a result that was!  We started off with a quick tour of the town and the coach driver gave us a great commentary.  First to the quite stunning Dunedin Railway Station and the nearby Cadbury Fry’s Chocolate Company. 

We then moved on to the steepest street in the world, Baldwin Street.  We just had to walk or even run up to the top as we had limited time.  It was a challenge, but we rose to it! 

The highlight of the tour was to follow.  Starting with a scenic drive to Larnach Castle.  It’s a mock castle built in 1870 for the Larnach family.  William Larnach was an eminent entrepreneur and politician.  The history of the family was extremely sad but with lots of interesting scandal.  William had 200 labourers build his stately pile over three years for Eliza, his first wife and mother to his six children. With the untimely death of Eliza, two more marriages followed including the much younger ‘live in’ sister of Eliza.  She was named in his will which did not impress his children and she was rumoured to have had an affair with Willam’s eldest son. 

Due to changes in world economies his business empire began to crumble so the stress of this, the deaths, betrayals and infidelity left him a broken man.  He eventually committed suicide in Parliament Buildings.  Since his death, the building was used as a nun’s retreat, a billet for soldiers and a lunatic asylum.  At one point the ballroom was a sheep pen.  Eventually it was left empty and fell into total disrepair until a honeymoon couple came across it in 1967 and fell in love with it and bought it.  The Barker’s set about a restoration and now a widow, Margaret, is in her 80’s and is still involved with the property.  A tragic story with a happy ending.  Dunedin?  With the castle and the steepest road in the world it gets a big thumbs up.

It was time to say goodbye to New Zealand as we would be spending almost 2 days crossing the moody Tasman Sea to Australia. What did we think of NZ? From the little we saw we really liked the fact it was well cared for, nature was protected and respected and social equality pretty high. However, the weather wasn’t great for summer and it’s such a long, long way away. We don’t think we will be back but who knows?

After a somewhat bumpy couple of days the crossing turned out fine and we docked in Hobart, Tasmania, Australia and awoke to blue skies and sunshine. We started with a trip to an animal rescue unit.  You name it, we saw it, emus, koalas, kangaroos, wombats, echidnas, too many birds to mention. The highlight for us was the Tasmanian devil. They are not whirling dervishes as depicted by Looney Tunes Taz, in fact they are just your average nocturnal animal the size of a small cat that crunches bones like we eat a chocolate digestive – ooooooo, so glad that wasn’t my finger!  It was a very friendly park, run on ticket sales, merchandise and donations.  Many of the animals are returned to the wild if it’s suitable and those that can’t live out their lives as members of the family. Long stayers have become very accustomed to the people and are allowed to wander free.

Richmond is a well-preserved town outside Hobart that boasts the oldest colonial gaol at over 200 years old.  There are many stories of criminals, male, female and children, that were transported to the colonies and used as extremely cheap labour to build and construct the colonies.  Many of the tales are tragic and you wonder just how cruel humans can be to send a starving 7-year-old girl halfway around the world for stealing bread.  What happened to her on the voyage and when she arrived, we can only imagine.  Of course, there are stories about the likes of Isaac “Ikey” Solomon (1785–1850) an English criminal who became an extremely successful receiver of stolen property, is widely regarded as the model for the character Fagin in Dickens’ novel Oliver Twist. After being tried at the Old Bailey 1830, was sent to Richmond Gaol in 1832.  This is just a tiny part of his felonious life, look him up on the internet, his life story of deceit, convictions, escapes, crossing continents and becoming a constable himself is sometimes unbelievable……it’ll be 15 minutes well spent.

Day 2 in Hobart included a walking guided tour of the city.  Our guide just made the whole journey so much fun and he even provided us all with a view master that contained a reel of photographs taken around 100 years ago.  When we reached an iconic building in town, like a bank or newspaper, he told us some tales about the location and said look at the view master and now look at the building today.  It was such a simple idea, but it just brought the whole trip into focus. 

Of course, there were stories and intrigue and scandal highlighted by our final stop on the old quay outside what is now an Irish pub.  In the day, it was a bar run by a ‘madame’ and on the top floor, as you might expect from a thriving seaport, were rooms occupied by ‘cooperative ladies’ shall we say.  Not very far away is the Parliament Building and there are many rumours and stories that a tunnel was constructed to allow the Parliamentarians to visit ‘the ladies’ without being seen.  It also rumoured that the madam had bells in the bar attached on a string to each of the beds upstairs so that she could check on any ‘activity’ that was going on.  How true these stories are we don’t care – they are just very funny. 

Not far from this pub is Kelly Street with some beautifully preserved housing, some of which had plaques outside explaining who had lived there and what they did for a living. We also managed to get a private peek into the Old Theatre which is so much like our own Gateway Theatre but with a circle which we can only dream of.  Hobart gets a massive thumbs up.

After another day at sea we arrived in Eden.  By now we were beginning to understand that the Tasman Sea isn’t friendly even on a good day.  Our tour included a brief trip around the town, boring, before heading off to another wildlife sanctuary for more cuddly things including curious emus and Millie the blind wombat who was about to be placed on a much needed diet.   We make it out to be quite dull which isn’t fair as it was quite charming and very low key. 

The highlight of the trip was to visit the Killer Whale Museum which houses the skeleton of ‘Old Tom’ a killer whale that became friends with the whalers of Eden in the late 1800’s.  A unique relationship developed between killer whales (orcas) and human whalers where orcas would herd whales into the bay, and in return, whalers would share the prey’s lips and tongues with them, the only bits the orcas wanted, a practice known as the “Law of the Tongue”.   Fascinating fact – Orcas are not whales but are part of the dolphin family.

The whaling season was seasonal, and the orcas used to let the whalers know when the first whales of the season were arriving.  They even rescued whalers when their boat capsized during a whaling chase.  A truly unique and fascinating relationship which goes to show you just how smart some mammals can be.  Does Eden get a thumbs up?  Probably not but the Orca Museum was superb.

It was now that we fully understood how volatile the Tasman Sea can be.  The Captain announced that our 1 night in Eden and 2 nights in Sydney were to be reversed as the sea on the way to Sydney was turning very unfriendly.  Whilst the ship could manage the 5-6m waves he didn’t think that us passengers would enjoy the experience.  So, the day for sightseeing in Sydney was lost and another night spent in Eden. This was not fine as you will find out later as we had a special plan which relied on us reaching Sydney on schedule.

Everyone made the most of the last night on board it and the crew laid on extra events in the lounge area which fortunately had its own bar – yay – cocktails all round with Sally and Ken et al.

Thank you Silversea Crew

As we were now arriving on the morning of the final day and some passengers had early flights booked, The captain briefed us that he had secured an early entry into the harbour. Guests wanting to observe the sail into Sydney including passing the Opera House and passing under the Harbour Bridge needed to be up on deck around 6am. We woke in plenty of time to have a final room service breakfast only to realise the boat wasn’t moving and we had been ‘stacked’ outside waiting for a berth to become available and a pilot to see us in.  The arrival past the Opera House and under the Harbour Bridge was spectacular, which just wish we hadn’t got up a ‘silly-o’clock’ to see it.

What was the verdict on Silversea? It was really expensive but with everything included it made for a very enjoyable experience. We met some lovely and interesting people, the atmosphere on board was fantastic and the service outstanding. Food and drink were incredible with so much attention to detail. Would we use them again – for the right itinerary hell yes!

What’s next?  Well, more to come ‘in due course’.