Soon the sun will be setting out over the islands here at the top of the
It suited our purposes to be up and early this morning, and on the wharf by 7.45 am to board the ferry to Thursday Island at eight; Peddell’s Tours' eighteen metre aluminium tri-maran which does the trip from TI to Seisia and back twice a day.
We reached the island in just over an hour, traveling the thirty two kilometres through a myriad of islands that make up the southern section of the
Some of our fellow passengers had elected to take the add-on bus tour of the island, but we decided to do a self-guided walking tour and covered everything they did for free. We did however miss going down in to the museum housed under the fort.
From the wharf we walked anti-clockwise around the island, then crossed over the middle and up to Green Fort Hill which is one of the most intact nineteenth century forts remaining in Australia .
The cemetery alone was worth the walk, just full of those who lost their lives diving at dangerous depths in search of pearls; Malays, Japanese and Islanders. And in the fashion of island communities, mostly well tended and decorated in a colourful manner both from the natural flora about and the tiling and engraving. I did find the stories on the gravestones quite fascinating; often the working history of the dead was spelled out in detail rather than just the fact that they were the spouse of or parent of.
We then came on down in to the “town”, bought a hotdog from a stall in front of the hardware store from a couple raising money for the annual raft race across from Horn Island to T.I. to be held in November (again bad timing for us!) at the elevated price of $3 each! Obviously Kiwi fund risers have room to move on their prices!
After mozzying around a few other sundry shops, we had lunch at a little kiosk café; yummy BLATs made from damper and wonderful cups of real coffee, the first in months and months!
We then retired back down to the wharf to a shady spot and read yesterday’s Australian we picked up at the newsagent where we were able to learn that the Wallabies had beaten the Boks last week and the creep who had bailed that poor girl up in Sydney with a fake bomb around her neck had been arrested.
Chris slept most of the way home and I discovered that despite the suntan cream, I am quite sunburned.
These people next to us are reducing the scope of their language as the afternoon wears on to the F word punctuating every phrase. Do we have to listen to this!!! Tomorrow we will head off again, first to the tip and then somewhere new for our next camp, hopefully far away from those with such limited vocabulary.
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