| Bauhinia |
| Hibiscus |
| Ulysses butterfly landing on the Grevillea |
| Hibiscus |
| The “paper bark” tree – Melaleuca |
| Hibiscus |
| Kookaburra |
| Lorikeet |
| Sulphur-crested Cockatoo |
| Fauna? |
| Canna lily – from my Spetses, Greece photos |
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| Cherry from USA |
| Fresh Artichoke – first photograph shot in a RAW Manual Setting |
| Queensland Strawberry |
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| Tangello |
Paul and Kim”s relatives and close family friends fly into the airport right on Hamilton Island. Within minutes, we are comfortably ensconced in our cliffside apartments among the gum trees with stunning views out over the sea.
| Virgin Blue gets me to Hamilton Island from Sydney in a 2 hour non-stop flight. |
| What an opener! – The view out to sea from my bedroom in Shore Line apartments on the windward side of the island. |
| Kim”s sister Cassandra, dad Bob, and friend Lloyd |
| Paul and Kim “not nervous at all”? |
| My sister Anne and Trevor, Michael, brother Mark and Jenny |
All Saints Chapel is perched beautifully on a hill overlooking the sea – an idyllic spot in the late afternoon for all of us to witness Paul and Kim exchange their marriage vows. Father Bill comes across from the mainland to officiate.
| Father of the groom, Bob Alexander |
| Paul (looking every bit like my late sister Cathie”s son), and Uncle Michael |
| Kim with her two sisters, Cassandra and Kirsten, and her father Bob |
| Paul and Kim with his dad Bob, and his brother Dan and his wife Kellie ready to toast the union |
| The guests |
UNCLE MICHAEL”S BIRTHDAY BREAKFAST
Coincidentally, the wedding day falls on my birthday. Of course, I choose to believe that it was with “careful planning” that this was the case and I am truly honoured that the young couple invited everyone to a “morning tea” on their special day to celebrate it.
Later in the evening, in Bob”s “Father of the Groom” speech, he opens by telling Paul how proud he is of him, and Kim how gorgeous she looks and then proceeds to thank all the guests for sharing this special day . . . . . . “Michael”s birthday!”
| Infinity-edge swimming pool of the apartments |
| Bob meticulously removes the fat from the bacon while Cass makes the bacon and eggs |
| I love golden eggs that are so fresh that the yolk sits high on the white. |
| Bauhinia |
| Butterfly supping from the new Grevillea blossom |
| A baby Kookaburra on the branch of a gum tree
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PICASA WEB ALBUMS
Take your time and browse through three Photo Albums and Slideshows. Double click on the picture and the album will open into full screen view.
THE WEDDING
UNCLE MICHAEL”S BIRTHDAY AND OTHER ACTIVITIES
COCKATOOS AND OTHER FLORA AND FAUNA ON A TROPICAL ISLAND
My earlier blog posts below give good coverage of our adventure flying into the outback of South Australia and southwest Queensland last weekend.
Now, I’ve made a movie! I’m a novice movie-maker, but an earnest student of iMovie on my new Apple iMac.
I hope you enjoy.
“The Tailor” is a tour company in Adelaide that bills itself as a “designer of handcrafted journeys”.
This weekend, we are all set to experience the extraordinary natural phenomenon of seeing water from a deluge of rains in three states many months ago that is only now flowing into the usually dry salt pan of Lake Eyre.
Seldom do flooding rains reach Lake Eyre in the arid heart of the Australian continent, but it has now happened two years in a row, triggering a spectacular explosion of life in the region.
Our party of eight including my good friends, Andrew, Juanita, Pam and Ken, starts off in Adelaide on a Saturday morning and flies north to Angorichina Station homestead in the Flinders Ranges. We fly in a brand-new Pilatus turbo-prop aircraft with Garry Williams in command.
Our hosts, Di and Ian Fargher, make us welcome at the homestead and Ian accompanies us for the flight over Lake Eyre, and to remote Birdsville in the southwest corner of Queensland.
On Sunday evening we return to Adelaide and catch our flights back to Sydney. What a weekend! What an adventure!
Our party of eight including friends, Andrew, Juanita, Pam and Ken, starts off in Adelaide on Saturday morning and flies north to Angorichina Station homestead in the Flinders Ranges. We fly in a brand-new Pilatus turbo-prop aircraft with Gary Williams in command.
There is no flooding rain here – just peaceful, dry creek beds and rugged mountain ranges. Its a little difficult to describe some of the sights we see as “rugged”, when really, they are of delicate and breathtaking beauty. I went expecting reds and purples, but instead I”m given a kaleidoscope of blues and yellows.
| The central Flinders Ranges at sunset |
| . . . and of course, the oranges of the burnt outback are always there. |
| My travelling companions, Andrew, Juanita, Pam and Ken with host Ian in the hat. Also pilot Garry with other guests, Jan and Sue. |
| Its “all hands on deck” in this outback Australian family. Ian came over to the Shearers” quarters to put wood under the “donkey-burner” so we would have hot water for a shower (I decide to “go dirty” of course after last night”s experience in the cold), while Di stokes the log fire in the nearby shearers” mess and starts on breakfast. |
| This area of the Flinders Ranges is picture-perfect beautiful – eucalypts languishing in the stony, dry creek bed waiting for the occasional thunderstorm that brings rushing torrents of water and debris in its wake. |
| 2,000 feet above sea level |
| Our rooms in the shearers” quarters on the left, and the shearers” mess on the right – simplicity itself! |
| And it wouldn”t be Australia without a kangaroo, or two. (These kangaroos are of the “Euro” variety) |
| Again spectrums of blues and yellows. These are the true colours of Lake Eyre and the Warburton Groove that feeds the waters from catchment areas in three states, as seen from 2,000 feet |
| Glistening waters of silver and blue creeping towards the lowest point in the basin of Lake Eyre, 16 metres below sea level. |
| The “filigree” of waters in Goyder”s Lagoon in Lake Eyre is simply stunning now flying at an altitude of 18,000 feet. |
| . . . and the greening of the desert is amazing |
| And for how many years have I heard about the famous Birdsville Pub in southwest corner of Queensland? |
| The Sturt Desert Pea, the State Flower of South Australia was elusive, but we finally find it in Birdsville. |
| . . . just after “tucking-in” on a “whopper” of a hamburger at the Birdsville Hotel – beetroot, pineapple and all. |
The land formations of the Australian Outback seen on the flight back to Adelaide continue to change.
| There”s grasses and not much bush cover in the Sturt Stony Desert Sand ridges can be 40 feet high. |
| I wonder why one body of water is blue and the other brown. |
| Mining is a major contributor to Australia”s economic success. We fly over rigs in the middle of nowhere.
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| The “Dig Tree”, the tree at the depôt camp that Brahe marked the location of the buried supplies still stands on the banks of Bullah Bullah Waterhole on Coopers Creek in south-west Queensland – famous in 19th century Australian history for the expedition of Burke and Wills.
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| . . . and at the end of our 32-hour, 2,250 kms marathon outback adventure, Pam and the ladies can still laugh. |
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MORE PHOTOS IN PICASA WEB ALBUMS
DAY 1 – THE FLINDERS RANGES
DAY 2 – BIRDSVILLE IN REMOTE SOUTH WEST QUEENSLAND
Enjoy the pictures of our couple of hours in Birdsville where we visited the Museum, had lunch at the iconic Birdsville Hotel, and took a walk around the town.
DAY 2 – FLYING OVER LAKE EYRE
Seldom do flooding rains reach Lake Eyre in the arid heart of the Australian continent, but it has now happened two years in a row, triggering a spectacular explosion of life in the region.
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After waiting for an hour at the check-in desk of Royal Air Maroc in Marrakech, they finally find a solution to our overbooked flight to Berlin – and Jason and I are re-routed through Milan and Frankfurt, finally arriving in Berlin sans baggage!
My old Amex friend, now Father Frank, meets us at Tegel Airport and takes us home where dinner is waiting. This stopover is really about Father Frank, so we meet up again for dinner at his favourite restaurant, Mario’s, where we also meet up with another of my old Amex friends, Ursula Willenbrock.
Jason, Michael, Ursula and Frank outside Mario’s in West Berlin
Sightseeing by hop-on/hop-off bus is our only option in the cold and drizzle, and I rather enjoy it. I always like driving down the avenue towards the Victory Column with the gold Berolina Angel on top. I think I relate back to my first visit to Berlin with Alan in 1967 when I was so impressed with the grand scale. Before me, Hitler used to review grand parades, and more recently, Barack Obama reinforced his rockstar status by ‘wow-ing’ the local German people.
Michael on the famous Kurfürstendamm in West Berlin with the bombed-out Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church in the background. The original church on the site was built in the 1890s. It was badly damaged in a bombing raid in 1943.
A grey day for a boat ride, but the hot glühwein warms us up. Berlin has more miles of canal than Venice!
Jason at the Brandenburg Gate Memorial to the Berlin Airlift
Among the stark wintry trees lining the banks, streaks of colour are starting to emerge. That good old bellwether of spring, the forsythia, is bursting forth in the brightest of yellow, while the weeping willow is just ‘colouring’, but the cherry blossom is thick with white.
Lunch on two days at Ka De We is a highlight – rabbit terrine one day and mustard herring the next. And then to a neighbourhood not far from our hotel near to where Ursula lives for a farewell lunch in a very cosy Italian restaurant frequented only by ‘locals’.
An idea of the ‘grey’ day, and the gold Berolina Angel atop the Victory Column – commemorating the victory over the French in the 19th Century.
Here is the link to the fully illustrated STORY of Edmundo”s return to Cuba in January 2010 after living in eXile for 50 years in the USA.
We visit a small church in search of a painting of Jesus being baptised in the River Jordan for which Edmundo’s stepfather, Humberto had posed many years ago. A friendly old lady explains that she remembers the painting but it is now stored in the sacristy that is locked. Edmundo presses on in his quest and the lady mentions a name of the person who holds the key and he recognizes it to be Humberto’s sister.
What incredible luck – an unexpected living relative! We immediately drive to the home which Anadelia shares with and her sister Esther and brother Fidel. They’re all speechless as they greet Edmundo in wide-eyed wonderment, remembering him only as a little boy. The strength of their faith in God is not lost on a very observing Boris. Anadelia is a pillar of the church and we see a picture of the Sacred Heart hanging on the wall; Esther has her miraculous medal pinned to her blouse; and there is a palm cross from Palm Sunday pinned to the front door. They proclaim their faith with pride.
In addition to rediscovering so much of Edmundo”s early life, we have taken the opportunity to see some of the sights that tourists always enjoy on a visit to Havana. We share some with you in this Photo Album. If you double click on the screen below, the Album opens into a full screen where you can read the captions more easily. They tell a short story in themselves.