Monday, January 11, 2016

Odyssey In Oz: Day 16, 17, and 18: Port Douglas and Cairns

Day 16, 17, and 18: Port Douglas and Cairns

G'day mates! Back in Australia here after a pleasent flight out of Auckland. Three cheers to an empty plane where I was able to stretch out and snooze the whole time! Not three cheers to the heat and humidity. For all of New Zealand, the weather was either pleasently warm or slightly cool. Slou and I wondered where summer really was. 

FOUND IT. Hello heat. Hello humidity. Hello poofy hair. Hello mosquitos. Hello culture without AC. Hello trying to be patient when really you want to choke somebody. 

Listen, I didn't even eat any Tim Tams because they were in a constant melted state, and I couldn't lick my fingers because they were constanly covered in sunscreen and bug spray from multple reapplications throughout the day. This is serious, people. 

It's a good thing Slou went home already or else she would have murdered me. 

I first landed in Gold Coast, which, looks like a gold coast. It's near Brisbane on the central, east coast of Australia and has golden sandy beaches lines with skyscraper resort hotels. From the air it reminded me of Miami. 


I caught my connecting flight and was soon in Cairns! Dela met me at the airport, where we picked up our car and drove to Port Douglas, a small town about an hour north of Cairns. Dela is a friend from college who is currently teaching English in China. She was coming from a week in Cambodia where she had met up with another of our friends. It's a small world when traveling takes you from one friend to the next. 


The drive to Port Douggie was stunning, with a windy, coastal road, wide open beaches, and beautiful water. We stopped along the way because I couldn't handle it, and took a quick beach walk. Don't worry, we didn't see any jellies or crocs! Yet...


After arriving in Port Douglas, we put our stuff down and made our way into town. There is one main strip of shops, cafes, and hotels, so we focused our energies there. We walked to Four-Mile Beach after dinner and finally stuck our feet in! The ocean up here is SO WARM! It felt luke warm--barely even refreshing! The roped off area is the official swimming zone, due to the netting which supposedly keeps out the stingers. Apparently, box jellies are in mating right now and they use the rivers and estuaries close to shore to get busy. Then, they float around the coastal area for a long while before making there way off to the ocean. Box jellies are no joke and can do serious harm, so it's best to stay inside the netted area. 




That night, we were swarmed by a flock of giant bats, who looked for reals like Batman's logo. Crocs, jellies, snakes-- sure! I knew those were out there, but no one had warned me about the bats! I have never seen such large bats, and never in such a large quantity. The bats were easily the size of a common seagull. It was mildly amazing but mostly creepy. 


So let's move on to the good part: Reef Day!!!

All my life I have wanted to see the Great Barrier Reef. It is listed as a World Heritage site, and I have always loved seeing colorful fish and big sea animals. I find the ecosystem fascinating and terrifying at the same time. 

Dela and I decided to splurge and book one of the more expensive tours so we could be on a smaller boat with a smaller group. There are some tours which take hundreds of tourists to a pontoon on the reef where you can spend the whole day diving, snorkling, and seeing the underwater observatory from the basement (basement?) of the pontoon. That would be fine except for the hundreds of tourists part. Blek. 

Our boat was with a company called Wavelength, and there were exactly twenty-one people on board (which included four crew members). 


We were all snorklers, which meant we only went to shallow reefs where we'd really be able to see the good stuff. On the way out to the Outer Reef, one of the crew members, who is also a marine biologist, talked with us about the best way to see the animals, which animals we're likely to see, and why we won't be eaten by a shark. Once we arrived at the reef, we donned our stinger suits (a preventative measure mostly, but also good sun protection), and hopped in! 


And then magic happened. 

The fish were EVERYWHERE! Big fish, little fish, blue fish, red fish, yellow fish, striped fish, dotted fish. If you can imagine it, it was there! This first reef was full of beautiful corals, anemone, and best of all--a sea turtle! That's right! Apparently this reef is a hotspot for turtles, and sure enough, one swam right by! He was so chill, too. Just moseying along, not caring at all that we were all oogling at him. And he looked perfect--like, just what he looks like in postcard photographs. He was maybe two feet in diameter with his lil limbs paddling himself through the water. Gosh, the feels! I waved at him, and I'm convinced he waved back. 

Additionally, I was shocked at how colorful the corals were! I had been warned that all the corals would be bland and gray because of how the sun hits them under the water (it's only the special lighting used for filming or from a camera flash that shows the bright colors), but this wasn't true at all! Sure, the colors were muted on a lot of corals, but there was lots of blues, purples, and greens. Every spectrum of green to yellow was in sight, which made the pops of blue and purple even more spectacular!

After about an hour of bliss, we hopped on board again and ate some fruit and cake as we made our way to the next reef. This time, two of the marine biologists gave tours, showing us corals and sea cucumbers, even bringing some up from the bottom for us to touch or hold. They told us all about the animals (coral is an animal!) and were very careful to teach us why it was okay for us to touch the particular ones they had brought up from the ocean floor and why we should not go touching the rest of the corals on our own. Not like I would have wanted to anyway. I'm all for preserving the reef and such, but a lot of those corals have defensive stings! #NoThankYou

We floated around some more, even finding Nemo living in a green anemone! The coolest part, however, was seeing the giant clams! I'm talking, four feet long and as big as a love seat! Paul, one of the biologist, dove down to point out it's "mouth" and "butt" areas, and as he got close, the clam shut! That's when you remember that as fake as everything looks, this is a living ecosystem! Everything is alive and prospering, and we are only glimpsing a fraction of it's daily life! 

The clams continued to shut and then gradually reopen depending on how they sensed light and shadows. I'm sure the USB of pictures taken from the day will have examples, so I'll reupload this post once I've had a chance to see them. We didn't take our own camera, but the crew took pics all day for us to buy at the end. Because tourism. 

Back on board the boat, we ate lunch while another biologist spoke about corals, the reef's overall health, and various steps being taken to preserve the reef. It's really fascinating, and I encourage you to google info on it for yourself if you want to know more. Basically, I'm just glad I got to see it now, because we may lose the majority of the reef in the next thirty years. Boop.


After lunch, we arrived at Opal Reef, the grandaddy of all reefs. Numerous TV specials are filmed here, and the next broadcasting of the Blue Planets: Oceans special will include footage from this very reef. Once your head is in the water, you can see why! The reef flourished with life! Not only were the corals bright and vastly varied in shapes, but the number of fish was outrageous! Two schools of fish hovered near by and must have included over one hunred fish each. Even a school of tiny fish kept following us around and had to have a thousand fish! 

The trick to seeing the most fish was to hover over a spot, let the fish decide you weren't a threat, and then watch them emerge from hiding. Doing this, I saw more fish than I could have possibly imagined! I could never follow one fish with my eye for more than about three seconds before being distracted by another one!

Thanks to one of the crew members, we should have pictures of all this! He even took a pic of me and Dela at one point, so hopefully there will be evidence of us there. I have to admit, Dela and I were supposed to stick together, and although I popped my head up a few times to see if she was still around, I basically forgot about her (and everyone elses's) existence! #NoOffenseCantGetOffended

Once my face was in the water, nothing mattered above. Seeing the fish, the turtle, the corals--that was all I could comprehend. The vastness and nearness of the reef was overwhelming, and I'm struck now on how very obsurd and unlikely it is that we discovered it in the first place. 


I ended the hour by hovering over one spot for about ten minutes. There were two clams nearby, their iridescent colors flashing. But mostly I just watched Mr. Nemo, Mrs. Nemo, and three Baby Nemos pop in and out of their purple anemone home. Disney was amazingly accurate in their characters, as I saw nearly every fish from the movie. 

Dela and I took one last jump into the ocean before we were all done for the day. Major props to the tourist for missing the photo op! #DontQuitYourDayJob



We headed home, about two hours of driving time to get back to the marina. Dela and I sat on the bow for a majority of the time, and I again reflected on what had happened in my life to bring me to this place. Everyone knows I love boating, but to be lying on a boat in the warm sun after seeing the Great Barrier Reef? Graditude is not a strong enough noun. 


We had dinner in town before ending the evening at the hostel. 

The next morning, we awoke early to hit up the local market before heading out to Mossmann Gorge, a cute little river swimming hole with lovely signs warning you about the possible presence of crocadiles. Thanks, no thanks. We did risk our lives, though, and stuck our feet in, relishing in the cold water. That is how intense the heat and humidity still was. We risked it ALL!


Back in the car, we drove north through the Daintree Rainforest, stopping along the way to do boardwalks and such. The only word I can use to describe the walks (and the drive) is green. Green trees, green bushes, green leaves. So much green. 



We stopped at Cape Tribulation for lunch. The cape is notable as the meeting place of two listed World Heritage sites--"Where Rainforest Meets Reef" as they say. The cape offers another idyllic beach and spectacular water. We checked for crocs before sitting down to lunch and enjoyed the crystal clear, flat water. 


We then hiked up to the lookout and marveled at the landscape. 


On the way home, we stopped for a river cruise to see real crocs in the wild! Luckily, Scarface, king of the river, was having a snooze under some tree branches so we got to see him. Look for the dark, bumpy log set way back under the leaves. 


Do you see it? 


Right there. 


That's his snout on land and his back melting into the water. Our guide said he's about 15 meters long. Yikes!!

We also saw Dusty's head poking out of the water a little farther down the river. Since she's a female, she's only about 3.5 meters. Isn't that nice? 


Back at the hostel, we packed and enjoyed a few minutes of air conditioning before falling asleep. 

Okay, one last adventurous day in Port Douglas! And this one is all about koalas!

As you leave Port Douglas, you drive by the Wildlife Habitat, which is basically a wildlife refuge much like Featherdale in Sydney (gosh, that feels like ages ago!). However, since the laws are different up here in Queensland, they let you HOLD the koalas!! Obviously, we paid the big bucks for the photo and got to become besties with Kodi the Koala. Dela took a fantastic video which she'll probably post soon! Kodi was so soft, cuddly, and squishy. 



Ahh, best moment ever! We walked the rest of the refuge, feeding kangaroos, seeing more crocs, taking selfies with kangaroos, and seeing the beloved Cassowary. 





 
We even saw a Kanga with a Roo in her pouch!


Once in Cairns, we spent about an hour circling the town in search of our hostel (because there was no cell data or maps!). It was like the olden days--you know, like a hot second ago before smartphones. We eventually found it and saw that the reception was closed (womp womp), so we headed back into town center for some lunch, wandering, and eventually a dip in the lagoon while the sun set behind us. The lagoon is a free swimming pool set right along the coast for everyone to enjoy! Because it's stinger season and because the bay empties when the tide goes out, swimming in the ocean is not an option. 


One highlight, however, was when we grabbed gelato at NitroLab, an ice cream parlor/science lab that uses liquid nitrogen in a Kitchn Aid to freeze blast your ice cream! They had all sorts of crazy flavors; I opted for Nutella, as one does, and it came with a syringe of extra nutella sauce! Yum! Definitely the most geeky ice cream I've eaten. 


Overall, I'm really glad we stayed in Port Douglas for most of the weekend. It was quieter, less crowded, and easier to get around. I can see the appeal of Cairns for a bustling, energetic vacation, but Port Douglas fit the bill for connecting more with nature. I'm also glad we opted for the smaller group for the reef. Seeing all the large boats return to Cairns in the evening full of families also made me grateful that there were no children on board our tour boat. Dela and I were the youngest and it made the whole trip completly pleasent!  

But for now, it's time to say goodbye to the ocean and hello to the Outback. Here's to hoping for a dry heat!


Thursday, January 7, 2016

Kickin' It Kiwi: Day 16 and 17: Auckland

Slou and I arrived in Auckland after an easy drive from the glow worm caves and checked into our hotel. 


Slou was over hosteling, so I had agreed to book a cheap hotel for the last three nights instead. We were so excited for the Econo Lodge! To have a little extra space, no strangers, and a clean bathroom. Unfortunately, we ended up with a tiny closet-sized room, paper thin walls (I heard things!), and another tiny sink (what is with this country and their tiny sinks?). 

The room was in fact terrible, and we had to pay a billion dollars to park, but by this point we were so tired we could only laugh and collapse onto our very tiny beds. 

We hadn't made any plans for Auckland, so we ended up just wandering for a couple days. We took the ferry across the harbour to Devonport hoping to lie on the beach, but the sun never quite fought it's way through the clouds, so ended up back at the "hotel" for a nap instead. 


We did some souvenir shopping, had ice cream at the top of the SkyTower, and had a pizza party in our room, which may have been one of the highlights of the while trip so far. That's the thing about traveling with camp friends--you can be in the most spectacular country in the world, seeing the most spectacular sights on the planet and still love cabin time the most. 






There was plenty more to see on the North Island (black sand beaches at Raglan, the Bay of Isles, the 90-mile beach), but to be honest, we were sick of driving, tired of tourists, and in need of some down time. Slou has to go back to school as soon as she gets home, and I have a jam-packed week ahead of me, so we decided that we were totally okay with relaxing at the hotel for most of the time. Like we had said in Wellington, we weren't so interested in the city, and the weather never warmed up enough to lounge on one of the many beaches.


We did hit up the grocery store and buy about $50 worth of New Zealand chocolate bars and Tim Tams. #AllHailTheTimTams


On Friday morning, we left the hotel around 3:30am and headed to the airport to part ways. I have one more week of traveling left, but I was quite sad to say goodbye to Slou. We don't get to see one another often enough, but it was fantasic that we were able to share this experience together! Now, I look forward to meeting up with Dela in Cairns and seeing what else Australia has to offer!


Kickin' It Kiwi: Day 12, 13, 14, and 15: Rotorua

Kia ora!

Rotorua, aka: the smelliest town in all the land. The drive from Wellington takes us about 6 hours. We stop along Lake Taupo to have lunch in the car because it is raining, as it will continue to do for another forty-eight hours. Upon arriving in Rotorua, we find our hostel, some dinner, and a hot shower. We had decided to base our North Island adventures from here, so we look over the map to see what and how to get to our activities for the rest of the week (or weekend? We have lost track of the days). 

Rotorua is the gateway town for a lot of action in the north. And by action I mean volcanic action. Thermal, volcanic action. Sulfuric, thermal, volcanic action. Can you see where I'm going with this? 

The town is quite literally steaming with hot springs, boiling mud pools, and sulfur. Oh the sulfur. The smells are poignant and stuffy from twenty kilometers out, and only rise with the steam. Slou and I met a couple of au pairs from Auckland in the hostel who told us about the foot pool in the park across the street. So that evening, we don our rain jackets and go find it. The park has a playground, a fountain, and several fenced off hot boiling springs of doom. I stick my hand into a small gurgle and verify that yes, the "Danger: 100C temps" sign is accurate. 



But you have to admit, having these hot springs and boiling mud pools in your backyard is pretty cool. If you can forget about the smell. Which you can't. So there's that.

So we find the foot pool and gingerly emerge our legs. The pool is filled with alternating hot spring water and cold tap water to keep the pool at around 40 degrees Celcius (about 103F). Luckily, this pool is covered, so for a few minutes at least, we can remove our rain hoods. After getting our fill of hot water, we returned to the hostel. 


The next morning, we visited Wai-O-Tapu Thermal Wonderland! The geyser goes off around 10:15 everyday, so we arrived in time for it. 


Here's a pic of me and this nice tourist man in a GoT hat who wouldn't move. 


After seeing the geyser do it's thing, we drive up to the mud pools because we hate ourselves. Although seeing the boiling mud is cool and all, our noses are being murdered. The stink accosts us more strongly than before and we peace out after a hot second. Slou ends up with battle wounds. 



So then we start the official tour of the thermal wonderland. Wonderland is a small section of the thermal hotbed open to the public. The self-guided path leads you through the most interesting areas, letting you view craters, lakes, and wildlife. 




Oh, and smell it all too. Don't forget about the smells. You see all the yellow in these pics? Sulfer. Mounds and mounds of sulfer. 

Also, it was still raining. The rain didn't much bother me as I had come prepared with a nice rain jacket and quick-drying pants. Slou on the other hand was forced to buy a kiwi patterned garbage bag/poncho and was thoroughly miserable the whole time. See photo evidence below. 


So we begin the walk. First we pass some cool craters that had collapsed in recent years due to the unstable nature of the grounds, and I think that this is what a post-apoctolyptic world will look like. Holes in the ground that are steaming and smoking and everything smelling like death. And with that comforting thought in mind, we continue around to Champagne Lake. This lake is, like, a billion degrees Celcius and steaming and full of gold, copper, sulfer, and other minerals that all collect around the rim, giving the circumfrance a red trim and the water a greenish, clearish tint, depending on the sunlight. The steam coming off the lake was strong enough to fog up my camera lense multiple times, and I began to sweat inside my rainjacket, despite the cool air temp. 



We continue along the path, but the smell is really getting to us. Half way through, I'm feeling nauseated, and Slou isn't much better. By now, we're thoroughly soaked and Slou's ripped the poncho in multiple places. She's miserable, but even through my unstable stomach I find it hilarious. Misery sure does love its company. 



We finish our hike at the green lake, which looks like something between a pool filled with flem and Nickolodeon Slime. 



Either way, it's pretty narly. In a mere two hours, I've seen more water colors, bubbling streams, and strange land formations than I've ever seen before. My stomach settles a bit as we peruse the gift shop, but we're both pretty happy to leave. 

We drive back to Rotorua, grab some lunch, and wander town. Slou then heads back to the hostel, while I wander around the rest of the gardens and lakefront. That evening, I head to the Polynesian Spa to enjoy some hot springs. I spring (no pun intended) for the "Adults only" section beacuse kids ruin everything, and have a lovely evening of soaking in soft mineral water and chatting with a few locals. 




The next morning, Slou and I get up early to drive to nerd land--I mean Hobbiton! This is the section of the Lord of the Rings set that includes Bilbo's hobbit hole, the party tree, and the Green Dragon Inn. The drive out to the location is beautiful, with soft, rolling, green hills dotted with trees, sheep, and flowers. It's obvious why Peter Jackson chose this spot. Although filming took place throughout both islands (with multiple books to lead you to each spot), this particular set is located on the Alexander's farm, tucked way away from the road so it stays nice and hidden. They drive each tour group into the grounds on a bus and then a tour guide walks you around the shire. We took a billion pics, and Slou freaked out the whole time. She put up with me oogling over Harry Potter World three years ago, so I was happy to indulge her enthusiasm. It's cute when adults act like small children. It's a little disturbing to see the amount of hard-core fan boys all piled onto one square acre of land. #nerds




After Hobbiton, we returned to Rotorua and hung out around town for a couple hours before being picked up for our Maori evening! 

I had booked us a night for some Maori culture because I was very interested to learn about native peoples (that's the Oklahoma in me coming through). Also, the island is full of Maori words, and as a linguist I couldn't help being intrigued! 

So we hop a bus with some other tourists which takes us to a Maori village. We elect a chief on board who leads us through the rest of the evening. Upon arriving in the village, the Maori tribe makes their entrance. They arrive via canoe (aka "waka") and use their weapons, face paint, and rolling eyes/tongue-sticking-out-action to see if our "tribe" has come in peace. Once they decide we're all going to be friends, we're led inside. 



I was very impressed with how the entire evening was run. The family who runs the event is well aware that tourists like taking pics, so they encourage it from the start. They also encourage us to laugh, imitate, and interact with the village all night. They break us into smaller groups and move us from station to station to learn fragments of their culture. We start at the War Training station, where we learn about the phyical exercises that the warriors practice. 


Then it's off to the Haka station where the men all learn to do a traditional Haka. 


Next, it's the ladies' turn to learn the females' musical roles, and Slou and I get to participate. 


The next station showcases some fun and games they play. I again get to particpate, but Slou has those photos on her camera. (Ps, remind me to tell Kath about the game we played; it'll be great for council fire.) We also learn about how they tatooed their war paint, carved their huts, and cooked their food (in a traditional hangi). 


Once the food is revealed, we go into a hall where we watch the tribe perform traditional dances, songs, and another haka. 


By the time that is over, we head to the dining hall for dinner where a feast of salad, chicken, lamb, veggies, and bread has been laid out. There is also pudding and a traditional pavlova for dessert (also, it's important to note that pudding in New Zealand is NOT actually pudding, but cake. #NiceTry)



The whole evening is a hit, (although Slou didn't like the food), and I finally feel like I've gotten some real culture on this trip. 


Okay, so, we've done a lot, yes? Well, we're not done yet! We spend one more night in our hostel (where an old Irish lady learns the importance of personal bubble space), before packing up our bags again and driving to waioko to see the glow worms caves! This was a must see on my list ever since KDew wrote about it last year. Rather than doing the walking or boat tour, Slou has us sign up for the black water rafting version of the tour based on her brother's recommendation. Which is all well and good until I get to Canada and kill him. 

First, we have to put on wet, wetsuits. Complete with booties, boots, and helmets. 



So cold. By now we have had to lock away all our stuff, so I don't have anymore photos. (Yes, of course I spent the $30 to buy the photos our guide took for us. But those are on a usb so I won't have access to them until I get home. Harrumph.) Then they bring us to a river and make us practice the manouver we'll be using in the caves (yes, CAVES) to jump over the waterfalls (WATERFALLS?!?). Basically, you lean backward over the edge with your innertube on your butt and jump backward into the icey water below. WHAT?!? This is not what I signed up for. Slou and I exchanges terrified looks, but thanks to peer pressure and a lot of swear words, we do it. Then, it's time to enter the cave. You see, that's where the glow worms live. Dark, scary, spider-filled, cold caves full of rushing water. And also, glow worms are really actually irredescent maggots waiting to turn into flies. So that's gross. 

We enter the cave and make our way over jagged rocks, crouched like the Huncheback of Notre Dame and trying not to fall over. We get to the first waterfall and the mean tour lady gives us a one, two, three, shove and over we go. The waterfall is maaayybe only two feet high, BUT IT'S STILL TERRIFYING! Talk about a trust fall. 

We alternate floating and walking through the cave until we get to a long hallway and turn out our lights. The glow worms are all around us! Little greenish, blue lights speckling the ceiling of the cave like stars. The nicer of the guides (the one who passes out chocolates and doesn't shove us off waterfalls) tells us about the life of the glow worms and answers our questions. We then move on to waterfall number two, (this one was MUCH higher) before again turning off our lights, grabbing a hold of each other, and floating along a stretch of glow worm homes to take in the spectacular sight. To be honest, in between my shivers from the ice waters and terror from being shoved off rocks, the experience was pretty cool. The cave walls were jagged and slipperly and you could really see how water had trasformed them over the years. Some areas were small and we barely squeezed through, while other areas opened into magnificent rooms with the ceiling reaching nearly two hundred feet high. Slou and I were in the back, and during the last bit of floating, I turned off my light to soak in exactly where I was at the moment: floating through a cave full of stalagmites, glow worms, and cool waters. Never will I be in such a situation again. 

(This, I should add, was also the part of the trip where Slou had some, uh, trouble. Her tube was too big and she couldn't float properly, so she was left to flail around like a drunken penguin, yelling, gasping for air, laughing, and ruining what was probably supposed to have a been a quiet, peaceful moment to enjoy nature at it's finest. Instead we were all seranaded with "Oh God!" "No!" "Ahh!" *splash* *thump* "Oh no!" *kerplunk* for a good fifteen minutes.)

Needless to say, this activity was entirely beyond our intentions and Slou's brother better watch his back. We both kept muttering "we could have been on a boat!" and rolling our eyes. All in all, it ended up being totally fun, if, you know, you count "mortal terror" as fun. 

Relieved to see daylight once again, we left the caves behind and drove to Auckland. It was a very busy three days, nothing like we had expected, and entirely wonderful!