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A stoic nation

January 12th, 2011

Tropical downpour from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.

Queensland. I’d always known I’d be here in the wet season. But this year the rainfall has reached levels not seen for decades. Towns and villages flooded. Some several times in just a few weeks. Even, Brisbane, the State Capital not immune. Tens of thousands of homes expected to be submerged shortly.

The scale of devastation is difficult to comprehend. And, with much of population living along the east coast, the impact on people likely to be far greater than the geographic extent of the flooding might suggest. This isn’t a few rivers bursting their banks. This is de facto a national emergency. Three quarters of Queensland declared a Natural Disaster Zone.

The extent of the damage, to property, to the lives of individuals, is truly moving. Watch just a little of the saturation news coverage and you’d be hard pressed not to have a tear in your eye. And yet the people remain truly stoic. Ordered evacuations, precious few reports of panic buying, even less of looting. Perfect strangers helping residents rescue possessions. That the emergency services are able to cope as impressive. This isn’t New Orleans.

And no let up in sight. Ground saturated. An otherwise ordinary downpour a few days ago resulting in a devastating flash flood. Ripping through the town of Grantham. At least ten dead. The final death toll likely to be much higher. Flooding starting to shift south into the neighbouring State of New South Wales. And Cairns itself not immune. Flash flood warning in force earlier.

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Infectious diseases

January 8th, 2011

Tropics. Infectious diseases. Dengue Fever. And influenza. Yep. Alas, not a typo. The real thing. Been doing the rounds in the hostel. Not what I’d expected. But succumbed I had. Knew, from a bout a decade or so ago, this was flu proper. Lethargy, aches, terrible cough. And like Dengue, nothing to do but wait for it to pass. Frustrating. Whole new continent to explore.

On the bright side, even a cheap hostel room has air con. And TV so able to catch up on all those mostly British soaps I’d normally never watch. Then there’s been the Ashes coverage. Enough said about that. Besides, there’s extensive flooding to the south. Roads closed and likely to stay shut for a little while.

And I’d always planned to have a short break in Cairns, acclimatizing and catching up. Feeling pleased I’d decided to opt for a full tourist visa, reckoning the normal three months wouldn’t be quite enough. Just need to weather the storm. Before I encounter my first cyclone….

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Avoiding confusion…

January 2nd, 2011

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Conscious my brief "visa run" to Hong Kong, before arrival proper on Christmas Eve, had caused a bit of confusion. So, wishing to avoid a repeat, the story so far. Emma and I have made it to the northern reaches of Australia’s east coast. Town of Cairns. Via a twelve hour New Years Eve stop-over in Sydney. Hence photos of some familiar sights on the Gallery. Alas, we had to leave before the fireworks.

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We’re planning to spend a bit of time in Cairns. Not least because it’ll take us about a week to catch up on Facebook messages, some very kind and generous offers of hospitality, and quite a bit more. And putting Emma, my trusty steed, back together. She’s in pieces on the floor. Very emotional. Then we’ll be heading south along the eastern seaboard towards Sydney. Crossing our third continent north to south.

Hong Kong was hectic. But great fun. A fascinating experience after mainland China. Lots of stories to follow. Visit to Outward Bound Hong Kong, a catching up with instructor Tom. We’d met back in Aberdovey, North Wales, eighteen months previously. More on my time with host Phil and his friends Iris and Fiona. My embarrassing efforts at playing cards. Then there’s Filipino house maids. Quite a bit of video as well. And, finally, getting into Australia. Through Quarantine.

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Room at the inn

December 20th, 2010

Final piece of the jigsaw. Somewhere to stay in Cairns, at the north end of Australia’s eastern seaboard. Palpable relief. The thought of arriving late on New Year’s Eve, having flown overnight from Hong Kong, without a bed secured, not an attractive idea. What normally passes for wit and repartie likely to be a bit thin by then.

I’d envisaged no room at the inn. Being New Year and all that. There was the tent of course. But at close to midnight? And a boxed up bicycle. In pieces for transit. All told about fifty kilograms of baggage. Not an attractive prospect for the sleep deprived.

Part of me was working on the principal that as I’d pretty much cuffed campsites, hostels, lorry cabs, truck stops and cheap Chinese hotels, I’d eventually find something in Cairns. Hadn’t failed yet. Besides, you will sleep somewhere. And I’d booked my air tickets, got the cheapest deals I could find. I was going.

Nevertheless, I stoically ecstatic when I did find somewhere. Small hostel. Own room. Chance to self-cater. Reminded me a little of the Ramplas Hostel in Malta I’d stayed in back in the spring. And Rowan the manager very accommodating to my expected late night arrival. Marked the occasion with a fresh cup of tea.

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