There are so many faces to Sydney and I have seen just a few. We toured the Opera House, led by a charming guide named Darryl. It was a great tour and the Opera House is quite a complex. It is not one “house” but a center with multiple performance venues from large to small.
The interior spaces are sculptural and refined, but a bit cool, not embracing. The images below show some of the public spaces – hallways, stairways, ticket counters, mezzanines.
The Rocks in Sydney is the area where the British convicts were deposited to survive or not, from the 18th through the 20th centuries. This area was nearly scraped to become a half mile of brutalist skyscrapers, but was saved in the end by activists who wanted to preserve the cheap-rent public housing there. The Rocks area has been quiche-ified into shops, restaurants and boutique offices. Some of the buildings are preserved, and there are narrow alleys and stairs where houses were built into the sandstone cliff.
We walked across the Sydney Harbor Bridge this morning, which is a nice walk with great views of the harbor, the Opera House, the central business district, and the ferry traffic going in and out of Circular Quay.
From Cooya Beach looking south, Port Douglas where we have been staying looks like an overturned teaspoon. An Aboriginal mob (mob means tribe, clan, family group) called the Kukujulangi lives and works on Cooya Beach, giving tours to outsiders to explain aspects of their culture and history, and providing cultural experiences. We were tutored by a man in his 50s in the use of some of the seeds and insects – particularly green ants, which are good for stuffy noses – and the use of various bones, shells, woods and plant fiber for tools and useful items. We also had a chance to throw spears; although we were demonstrably lacking in inborn talent for spear-chucking, there were several of us who would have gladly spent the whole morning honing our abilities. Spear chucking is fun.
Also, as a part of the experience, we were served damper bread
spread with butter and drizzled with golden syrup. Damper bread is a
traditional soda bread frequently associated with the Australian bush. It is a simple
quick bread, and the golden syrup, which does not taste at all like golden Karo
syrup, is a tasty addition. Karo syrup is a corn sugar syrup, while golden syrup
is made during the processing of sugar cane or sugar beets. Golden syrup has a
very mild hit of molasses, without the burnt overtone.
The Aboriginal people in the Daintree/Port Douglas area have
been able to use the legal system to gain control of some of their original
land and have a focus on using the land in a culturally consistent way that
also engages people from outside their community. The tour leader described how
his grandparents, who had their children removed by the government, moved to be
where their children were taken and worked to recover them, which required 10 years
to get all of them back. They had the support of local farmers for whom they
worked, which helped them recover their children and, as a result, built tight
community bonds between the local farm community and the aboriginal community,
such that they say they are now one family.
One object we were shown is called a burny bean. It’s proper name is mucuna gigantica, and it or related beans are found in tropical areas of Central and South America in addition to Queensland, Australia. It is called the burny bean because, if you rub it hard on cement or a smooth rock, it quickly becomes very hot. It was implied that it can be used to start fires, but there’s no documentation of that. Parts of the plant and the bean are toxic and were used to poison fish, but the inside of the bean can also can be treated to make an edible paste. It is currently used to make jewelry and keychains, typically painted with traditional-looking Aboriginal designs.
After our Cooya Beach cultural experience and a nice lunch in the town of Mossman, we visited an art gallery where we were shown a few techniques for painting in the Aboriginal style. We were each given either a boomerang-shaped piece of wood or a small canvas square, each of which had been painted black. The artist gave us pots of white (representing water), yellow ochre (representing sun) and red ochre (representing earth) acrylic paints and bamboo sticks with which to paint. To paint your item, you dip either the blunt or the sharp end of the bamboo stick into the paint and make dots, squiggles, etc. on your object. The dot technique seems to be the most traditional, with large dots and small dots in intricate patterns. My piece is a small canvas square. (The boomerang supply ran out.) My painting is about the importance of lakes, rivers and oceans in my life and my family history.
Side note: I have a partial black eye from the pressure of the snorkel goggles on the bridge of my nose. How cool is that?
It rained quite a bit yesterday and continued into the night. As a result, the ferry into the Daintree Rainforest was shut down due to high water. The Rainforest was to be today’s activity, and it had to be canceled. Instead we took a bus to Cairns (which is pronounced without an R in it, so it sounds like Cans or Canes, depending on the Aussie dialect of the speaker.) Cairns has a new aquarium, less than 2 years old, that focuses on the aquatic life of the Great Barrier Reef. This fit well with yesterday’s reef visit because it gave us a chance to see the corals and fish that we were not able to see when snorkeling in the murky water.
The aquarium has two floors of large and small tanks, including on the ground floor an “oceanarium” which is a very large tank that the observer walks through into a circular atrium and through a tunnel where fish including sharks and rays can pass overhead. The dark purple fish at the top is a red tooth trigger fish. The purple color of the coral and fish in the bottom photo are the effects of artificial lighting in the aquarium.
There is a bright orange hermit-type crab in the upper left that has taken over an empty shell. Several kinds of lobsters were on exhibit, multi-colored and oddly well camouflaged given their size. There were a number of Nemos (clownfish) in the flowing arms of the anemone, mesmerizing to watch as the fish swirled in and out and the current played across the anemone.
Lionfish are native to this area, and there’s a tank of at least 10 of the spotted tail type. Also there is a tank containing a couple of saltwater crocodiles. These are found in the river estuaries and can be fairly dangerous to people and other animals if you get into their territory.
After the aquarium, we visited the Cairns Botanic Garden for lunch and then walked in the gardens. The plants that are growing outdoors in this garden are the same plants as those growing indoors in the conservatory houses of my local botanical garden, Brookside Gardens. The conservatory in the Cairns garden included orchids, carnivorous plants, exotic ferns and butterflies.
The orchids in the conservatory are grown in small hanging planters with exposed roots. The carnivorous pitcher plant is also being grown as a hanging specimen.
There is a ‘river’ water feature, a ‘forest’ of tall trees, and a pond of water lilies:
I’m closing with a picture of a heliconia, just because it is pretty.
The Great Barrier Reef stretches from Papua, New Guinea to Lady Elliot Island, about 280 miles north of Brisbane, about 1400 miles long altogether, and giving the name of its building block, the coral, to the Coral Sea. There are 2900 individual coral reefs and 900 islands, give or take, in the Great Barrier Reef system. Our group went to Agincourt Reef this morning for snorkeling, with options to SCUBA dive, use a clear bubble helmet, take a snorkel tour with a marine biologist, or have a helicopter ride over the reef. There was also a semi-submersible glass walled boat available to ride for 20 minutes or so. The excursion company we used is called Quicksilver. It has busses to collect people from the large resorts in the area; a big ferry-type boat to take people out to the reef; a catamaran that is anchored at the reef to serve as a dive platform, restaurant and equipment facility; and the aforementioned glass bottom boat.
We were provided with full body Lycra suits to wear while snorkeling to prevent sunburn and jellyfish stings. We were also provided with goggles, snorkel tubes, fins, pool noodles (optional) or life jackets (also optional). I had my waterproof camera, but they had cameras available for rental. There were plenty of crew to available to assist. There was not much danger of sunburn today, because there was a rain and wind storm in progress.
Lycra body suits are universally attractive garments that are easy to get on and off. Not.
But their protection from jellyfish stings is well worth the embarrassment and annoyance. (When wet, they seem not to dry out, either, so while you may get out of the water, you remain cold and damp.)
It has been raining in Port Douglas since we arrived. The
crossing to the reef, which probably took 75 minutes, was very rough and caused
motion sickness for some members of our party, even though they were
pre-medicated. There were 2-foot waves in the snorkel zone, with wind and
occasional downpours. The water temperature was about 82. Because of the recent
cyclones, the king tides due to the full moon, the coral spawning in response
to the lunar cycle, the water was cloudy. Add that there was no sun, and you
will understand that the photography opportunities were poor. However, I did
not come to the Great Barrier Reef but not snorkel because of stormy weather,
challenging waves and poor photographic options.
The pictures I took today may eventually (with actual, purchased photo processing software) look nice, but the best I can show at this point are photos of coral that are monotone greeny-blue, and a fuzzy photo of a couple of fish. The photos from the glass-bottom boat were a failure due to the distortions of the glass and lack of sunlight.
These were shot with a Nikon Coolpix AW 120, which has been a sturdy little point and shoot for me for several years. Don’t think of your little underwater camera as just a uni-tasker!
Last night we watched the sun set on Uluru. This morning we watched the sun rise on it. It is beautiful at either time. Uluru is a very large inselberg, a rock island, made of coarse-grained sandstone that was weathered from Musgrave, Mann and Petermann mountain ranges to the south and west, deposited by a river system in an alluvial fan. Think of a river delta, where sands and gravels are washed down from eroding mountain ranges and deposited in flat or rippled sheets. (A guide who had been certified by the national park explained that the sand had been deposited in 100,000 year layers in a deep pit and then baked together by heat from the earth’s core like a cake. Misleading ‘science’ like this is more common than one would hope.)
About 50% of the sandstone grains are feldspar, 25-35% are quartz
and the rest are grains of rock fragments including basalt. Because of the high
iron content, the exposed face of the sandstone is mainly red, but the hue
changes from deep maroon to glowing ochre depending on the time of day and the brightness
of the sunlight. The sunset and sunrise watch-parties celebrate the color
changes, which are easy to see because Uluru is set in a plain with only
vegetation to disrupt the sign line.
Inselbergs are by their nature unusual, grand features of the landscape that attract everyone’s attention, so it is not a surprise that European explorers found them as compelling as the Originals. The rock became a sacred site for both visiting and local Original groups, a meeting place, a place to gather to hold ceremonies. Among the marks left by Originals, there are many petroglyphs, some of which we were allowed to see and photograph. (There are restrictions on what and where you can take photos at Uluru. These are imposed by the Originals tribe that now owns the rock.) Marks left by the Europeans include the steel chains and posts drilled into the rock where people used to climb it, and artifacts on the playa, including the airplane runway and former campgrounds.
These are petroglyphs from a cave called Kulpi Mutitjulu near a waterhole – a pond at the base of one of the ravines that run down the rock. The petroglyphs range in age from the 1930s back to early times. Research on the age is not permitted. The symbol of concentric circles represents waterholes.
The waterhole is nearly dry at this time, but can fill up quickly when the water is channeled down the rock. The central dark colored triagle is water. Keeping the waterhole clean of debris such as branches and dead animals was the work of the women, in a culture where roles were very strictly divided between men and women. Many of the stories we were told involved the distinction between men’s and women’s spheres of work and influence.
We flew to Alice Springs on the morning of the 18th. It was a complicated lift-off because the bus that was to take the group to the airport didn’t show up. (The driver slept in. He’s been let go.) Jeanette, our tour leader, did an impressive job of commandeering two large taxis and getting us to the airport and checked in, virtually at the last minute. Having an experienced guide with excellent judgement and contacts makes a trip of this complexity possible. I can’t praise her enough.
She got me a window seat on the plane, so I could watch the amazing landscape of central Australia flow by. I expected it to be much more featureless than it is, but from the air you can see the beach lines of the ancient seas, lakes and rivers, with ranges of hills and huge systems of dunes. This is a photo from the approach to Alice Springs’ airport.
Once arrived, we toured the Old Telegraph Station, visited an ANZAC memorial, checked out the downtown area, and had dinner at the Casino. The Old Telegraph Station is exactly what the name implies, an old telegraph station – one of the repeater stations that connected Adelaide to Darwin. It was nice to see, but virtually everything there is reconstructed. It’s historic importance is based in the fact that telegraphy connected a continent (and country) in a way that physical mail couldn’t. It was just one of the stations that made it possible. Maybe it is that one that survived longest, and that may be because after it wasn’t so much needed for a telegraph station it was used as a facility to house half-caste children of white men and Aboriginal women who had been removed from their families to be raised by the government as White.
Alice Springs was made famous by Neville Shute’s popular book A Town Called Alice. It became the seat of Northern Territories government during World War II when Darwin was badly damaged by bombing. There is now a “secret” facility called Pine Gap here, part of the satellite monitoring system and weather monitoring system, operated by the US government (CIA, NSA, and Defense) and the Australian government.
We had lunch at the Telegraph Station, which was nice, but
served outside, so there were flies. Maybe you heard of the bush flies of the
Outback of Australia. They are small, like fruit flies. They don’t bite but
they are always trying to get into your eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. The proper
name for the bush flies is Musca vetustissima. They are dung flies (deposit
their eggs in dung) so are associated with cattle and sheep agriculture. Bush
flies provoke what is called the Aussie Salute, which is the swatting away of
flies around the face. If you are bothered by flies in the face, you can wear a
bug net over your hat.
Alice Springs has a population of about 28,000 people. There is a river, the Todd River, that runs underground most of the time, but surfaces and leaves pools after rains (which are not frequent.) The town is to the north of the MacDonnell Ranges, and is the largest city of the Red Center. The original inhabitants of the are the Arrernte people. There are a number of Arrernte communities and family lands around the town. The Alice Springs area has been continuously inhabited for about 30,000 years.
Yesterday we went to a wildlife sanctuary, a winery, and St Kilda’s beach to see the fairy penguins. The wildlife sanctuary is called Healesville Sanctuary, and has koalas, wombats, wallabies, platypuses, emus, parrots, lorikeets, parakeets, rare black cockatoos with red tails, lyre birds, several kinds of kangaroos, and other animals we didn’t have time to see, including reptiles and dingos. We learned lots of interesting facts. Like, did you know, wombats, which are marsupials like koalas and kangaroos, have pouches that open toward their bottoms rather than toward their tummies. That is because wombats are diggers and tunnellers and as they dig they push the dug dirt under them. A top-opening pouch would tend to get dirt in it whereas a rear-opening pouch does not.
Also, koalas and wombats are close relatives, but koalas
evolved to go up into trees and wombats evolved to be diggers of tunnels and
caves. Koalas eat eucalyptus leaves, which are fibrous and don’t have a lot of
food value. They therefore sleep for about 19 hours a day, to conserve their
energy. If they are stressed, they get sick easily and stress can kill them by
lowering their immune system.
We had a wine tasting and lunch at a winery in the Yarra
Valley, which has been compared to the Sonoma and Napa Valleys in the US. We
tasted 6 wines, got to order a glass of the wine we liked best, and had it with
our lunch. We learned about grape phylloxera, which is a mite that eats the
roots of grape vines and kills them. This is the bug that killed most of the
vineyards of Europe in the late 1880’s. Australians say they saved the world of
wine because they alone had the stocks grown from old vine cuttings that had
not been devastated by phylloxera and that could be grafted onto native
American grape stock roots that were resistant to phylloxera.
After lunch we returned to our hotel for a short break. Then we took trains and busses to St Kilda’s beach where we had dinner at a respectable but not fancy Italian restaurant and then walked out to the end of the breakwater to watch the fairy penguin colony that has made the rocks of the breakwater their home. The adventure of the trams and trains to get to St Kilda’s (because so much of the public transportation system has been diverted to handling traffic to and from the Melbourne Grand Prix) and to get home from St Kilda’s (because young Aussie sportsmen drink a bit and are very enthusiastically rowdy on the trains/trams.) Overall walking was about 11 thousand steps.
Today (Sunday, March 17th) was a free day, so, after Mass at St Patrick’s Cathedral, I went to the Australian Grand Prix which was being held at the Alfred Park, close to where the hotel I’m staying in. This was the final day of a several-day event, the highlight of which was the running of the Formula 1 race. I am not an aficionado of car racing, although I expect it can be a thing of beauty if you know what you are looking at. However, desultory watching of NASCAR races on television is the closest I have come to car race participation. (No, wait. There was that one time John took me out ice racing on the Red River up near Winnipeg. I was in the car. That would be closer.)
I was tipped off that the Grand Prix is a big deal, and seeing it in person in Australia is a rare opportunity. There are, in fact, more than 20 Grand Prix races each year, but you have to travel far afield to attend them, and typically the tickets are quite dear.
I bought a general admission ticket (that means no seat in the stands and generally not much of a view) for today, Sunday. It cost $106 AU dollars including the Ticketmaster fee. It merely got me in the venue. It didn’t even get me a program. There’s not much shade in Alfred Park, and the park is fairly flat. There are small elevations that have been built up where general admissions ticket holders can stand. There’s not much shade and not much of a view, but you can see cars racing past.
I was warned the noise would be terrible. It was not. I was told there would be music and food for sale.OK, sort of. There was an Australian military rock band that was quite good. They were the only band I heard and they were valiant to play so many sets. The lines for food were very long and slow. Advice to next year’s attendees: bring your own food. Also, photographing very fast cars through a heavy wire fence from a distance isn’t worth the megabytes. Advice to self at the next race: Just watch the race. Or the people.
The racing was interesting, the people watching was interesting, and the cars on display by the local car clubs were beautiful, if a little dusty. And the crowd was well behaved and family friendly. There was a full minute of silence at the start of the race for the New Zealanders killed in the mosque masacre.