As some of you may be aware, I was in a car vs cyclist incident last year.
I am now back riding (kind of), though with a slight difference, and I don’t mean the fact I can’t ride more than 5km at a time or handle hills yet. I am talking about putting flowers on my bike. And not just anywhere on my bike, on a wicker basket no less.
Once the flowers went on, the strangest thing happened. I went from being a seen as a “cyclist must get ahead of/push in front of/not give way to” to “awww how cute, a cyclist, I better slow right down/give way/leave a good metre/wave across a crossing.”
Now I am riding the exact same bike as was destroyed in last year’s incident. I am wearing pretty much the same clothes as I rode in as well – the only thing that is not constant are the accoutrements on my bike. For the record, I should state that my bike is a “granny style” or Dutch sit up bike, so no one could ever confuse me for a Lycra Legend on the great white beast that she is. I had panniers on my last bike too, but not matching. My new ones are matching, but surely having matching panniers isn’t what grants me so much courtesy while riding. It has to be the basket with flowers.
I used to get more than my fair share of complements on my bike that was called “Lady.” Like her Game of Thrones namesake however, she didn’t end so well. With Tweede, my new bike, I get complements all the time. People take photos of my bike while it’s parked at cafes or in parks. It is definitely noticeable, and I think that is what is the difference.
Flowers and a basket says “oh I am just out for a ride, I don’t take this whole cycling thing seriously,” and that seems to resonate with motorists. Now of course, I have no hard stats to back this up, it is all anecdotal. I am also not riding my old route to and from work – that is still far beyond my capabilities, but even just cruising around the inner city, it feels different.
I was never a risk taking rider. In fact I was boringly law abiding when I compare my riding style to other riders I saw and still see. Red lights equalled stop. Stop signs equalled stop. I always wore a helmet. I didn’t weave in and out of traffic. Heck, I even did hook turns so not to slow down turning traffic. Yet all this still saw cars not give way, cut me off, yell abuse etc.
Add flowers, and I’ve only had one cut off in almost 2 months of riding. Granted I am mainly on bike paths, but in bike lanes (approximately 30% of my riding) you can still frequently be cut off. Now though… not so much. I’ve been overtaken once with a cut off (scared the bejeebus out of me) but a second time at the same intersection, a car sped up to overtake me, saw me (and the flowers) and then dropped back. While riding around New Farm and Teneriffe, cars are now much more likely to stop to let me cross (you’d be surprised how many cars blow through zebra crossings while you are pushing your bike across it). These days though, more often than not, it is a stop with a smile and wave.
Now having a noticeable bike that grants you nice manners from motorists is pointless though if they don’t look. All the hi-vis in the world can’t make someone see you. Putting more flowers on my bike won’t magically make me appear to drivers who don’t check for bicycles or just drive on “auto pilot” – and that is the real challenge. Not just for me, but for everyone. Drivers, passengers, cyclists, motorbike riders, pedestrians, everyone.
Flowers are great, but an educated public is better.
This was originally created as a stand alone series, however it has now been renewed for a second season.
Broadchurch tells the story of the death of a youth in a small beachside town and its impact on the community and the police is an emotionally exhausting yet totally engaging journey. Tennant (DI Hardy) moves to this small town with no real crime after a terrible murder case. Infact the first crime we see him investigate is a perfect entrée into the community. Colman (DS Miller) is the local police woman who has to manage this terrible murder of her friend’s son, while still remaining professional officer – hard to do when you know the victim AND every possible suspect and have for years.
Minor characters are so well developed with strong arcs of their own.
The child actors are not your typical can’t act for anything child actors.
The killer is revealed in a way that is heartbreaking.
The depth of the main characters is extraordinary.
I had a headache from crying so much after the conclusion.
I didn’t pick who the murderer was till a particular conversation between two characters about an unrelated matter – then I knew – but it was so close to the reveal that it barely counts.
Broadchurch was the best 8 hours of TV I had seen since Borgen. Like the fantastic NordicNoir, a lot of what is said is actually, unsaid. The ability to build and then deflect tension is outstanding while never losing empathy for any of the characters. Even when the murderer was caught, my heart was still breaking.
After a terrorist attack on Earth, the crew of the Enterprise form up and head off to try and catch the culprit – who is harbouring more than one game changing secret - all while dealing with oh so much lens flare.
Witty banter – there was some truly great dialogue in this instalment.
Good use of supporting characters.
Spot the cameos.
Cumberbatch fighting when he was way outnumbered.
Some great wide angled shots.
Hat tips to the original series/film franchises except one (in cons).
One particular scene's dialogue – I won’t give it away – and while there was the odd titter at the exchange, it was totally unnecessary.
The over complexity belying one contact point on of a piece of equipment.
Not enough Cumberbatch.
Too many male tears feeling somewhat disingenuous.
A reverse of a classic scene from the original movie franchise.
They hung so much light on one plot point resolution that I can’t imagine anyone not seeing it coming.
Vulcan hair styles are not designed for running.
Overall, it was a very enjoyable flick. I didn’t realise I was seeing the 3D version (I try and avoid them like the plague), and while there were the usual 3D designed scenes, some went past so fast as to not “get” the 3D experience.
Did anyone else think the StarFleet uniforms looks a bit like the SS just in grey and without skulls and bones on the hats?
PS. There’s nothing at the end of the credits, so if you don’t feel like sitting through them after the 3D candy ends, you won’t miss anything.
To say I was excited about The Hobbit would be a complete understatement. I followed all the pre-release info with bated breath. Imagine my disappointment to not being able to go and see it the instant it opened? (I was involved in a car vs cyclist incident) So I waited and waited. Avoided reviews, opinions and stayed true. I finally saw it in late January shortly before heading back to hospital for surgery. Urgh.
Was nice to see the familiar locations and style.
So many of the cast were actors I have enjoyed for years.
Does Jackson need a new island or something? Cuase there is NO reason to drag this out so badly.
The writing was so untidy. Yes The Lord of the Rings was long but it moved. The Hobbit was a rollicking fast adventure story, not a long drawn out battle with Hobbit Cancer.
Was absolutely unwatchable to someone who had a shorter attention span (due to injuries).
Filled with tosh - and not the good Tosh.0 either.
I gave up after about 50 mins or so - when Bilbo was about to go snatched by the Trolls.
Nothing happened. I remember a funny piece by The Onion about how the movie was 50 mins of Bilbo deciding what to pack. Yeah, that.
If I ever break my leg again and am high on pain killers I might give it another go, but for now, I'll just wait for the third movie, then wait for it to come to TV, then possibly go out that night.
#OnePanda (but only because I loved LOTR so much).
This documentary with reenactments won a prize at Miami International Film Festival as well as being a Grand Jury finalist at Sundance, so I was interested in seeing it. If I had of just seen this as a fiction based on a true story, I would never have believed it. We are such odd creatures, driven by motivators others do not, cannot, possibly hope to understand.
The Imposter tells the true story, with interviews from the key players, of a young french man who pretended to be a missing American teenager in the late 90's who had been missing for a few years. What follows raises questions you desperately want to ask but also don't want answered. That such a fraud was able to be perpetrated at all asks still more questions, but in the end, all you are left with a feeling of profound sadness. A beautifully crafted but incredibly profound sadness.
Fantastically edited making you reconsider your own assumptions.
Reenactments are not overdone and edited tightly with the interviews.
Real people are often far more compelling than anything fictional.
The twists and turns of truth.
The constant disbelief, even though you know it is true, leaving with that sadness that continues to resonate.
This negative is actually a very strong reason to see the film - because of its challenge to you and how your feelings towards to participants change throughout the film.
Take one non-cyclist.
Add one much maligned bike share program.
Include a healthy dose of passive aggressiveness.
Even before CityCycle started, I was sold. The more people dismissed it, the more I wanted to do it, to prove them wrong.
What did I know about cycling though?
I believe the technical term is: Jack.
I hadn’t cycled as part of commuting since high school (a very nasty fall due to some road works saw me keep off a bike for many, many years). I did spend a few hours on a bike on a holiday overseas a few years back, but riding in Brisbane? Forget it. Everyone knows just how dangerous it is!
Yet here I was. Committed to CityCycle to prove to people that you could use it as part of your day.
That I did.
I battled through the roll outs and the station that still hasn’t opened close to my home… I pushed through and ended up selling my car, because I rode everywhere. When I went out of the CityCycle network, well there is Translink for that. When I really needed a car, I just hired one. I would CityCycle to and from the rental agency. Too easy and oh so much cheaper than owning.
Living and working in the inner city meant that I could get away with not needing a car, with jumping on a CityCycle and getting to where I wanted to go. Free helmets saw me use the bikes even more – because on the odd occasions I didn’t have my helmet with me, I could jump on one and just ride. I mean why walk 10 minutes when you can ride it in 2? Need to get to a meeting (or a coffee) a few blocks away? Jump a CityCycle. It is just so easy.
Over the course of 2 years, I went from pavement and bike path only riding, to being a confident (and law abiding) road based cyclist.
CityCycle did exactly what it is purported to do, for me at least. It got me out of the car, saw me opt out of much public transport (or at least incorporate it for shorter distances), increased my cycling confidence, improved my fitness, and transition into a bike owner.
A few months ago, I took on a new role, located way outside the CityCycle network. When I looked at the job and the location, I didn’t worry about parking, I checked public transport (as a back up) and how it was for riding to and from work. This of course meant I would have to buy a bike. So my CityCycle journey was complete.
I currently ride to and from work daily. If it is a lovely day, I come home the long way along the river, to truly enjoy the city. I love my town and I love riding. I plan weekends around where I can cycle and explore. I have met a whole new group of people – cyclists! Who would have thought that a few years ago this would be me? I would have laughed at you for suggesting it.
Yet here I am.
I have been asked quite frequently since buying my bike if I will be keeping my CityCycle membership. You know what? I will be. I still think CityCycle is the best option for one way trips, or if I want to go somewhere I don’t feel confident about locking my bike up unattended for hours. For $60 a year, I truly believe it is best option out there for many people… you just have to commit to not only trying it, but sticking to it.
As many of you know, I am on holidays. Officially clocked off and kicking back.
I travel a fair bit, more than most I guess, but a lot less than some.
The last 24 hours was "up there" for the most bizarre in my travelling experience to date.
Dive on in and see why I think we flew in breach of CASA regulations, how cancelled flights get uncancelled, and why I had a wake up call at 1.15am Brisbane time only to face two more delayed flights!
For those of your who follow me on twitter would know that at lunch time yesterday, I was due to fly to Nadi. My flight got delayed, and after a couple of hours with no departure time listed due to engine problems, QF391/FJ910 SYD-NAN was cancelled.
It sounds so simple, but it was far from it. It also turned out not to be true. It was eerily familiar to how my dive trip was cancelled for 24 hours.
My day started with a text book perfect flight up from MEL with Qantas (well not the breakfast - it was a breakfast burrito, and it was revolting). The CSM Christopher was just brilliant. I was chatting to him, he started chatting to me, so the other J crew talked to me too. All very friendly, much laugher, highly enjoyable. The woman sitting next to me ask, after they walked away, "Are you on TV? They are just so nice to you." Don't people realise that if you are polite and genuine to the crew, they are polite and genuine right back? We also had a brilliant tailwind, so landed 10 mins early.
Highly conveniently, we gated right opposite the International Transfer desk, and the driver opened the doors as I came down the escalator. I went to the First Desk, got my express passes and I was through. I was contemplating buying gin (really limited selection) for my dive trip (local beer and wine included but BYO hard stuff) when Ross called. He was already upstairs with Mark. I got in no worries, even after the desk staff asked if we are on the same flight. YAY team! It was Tatts time, then I went to Payot for a massage, but they only had beauty staff available, so I got a manicure. (For the record, I did buy some gin, some No. Ten Tanqueray)
With careful fingers and slippery hands, I had brunch with Mark before his flight to HKG-PVG, then when Mark left, I was joined by Ross. I had some icecream to keep him company (I am just that nice). Much Tatts was consumed, but it was soon time to go. Or maybe not. My flight was delayed, update to follow. Update was a little worrying, engine problems, parts, maintenance staff issues - potentially ON'ed in Sydney. Nothing more Tatts can't cure. I realised I was totally and utterly smashed when I called Ross Mark for about the 3rd time. Cheese plates were ordered and conversations were had with the table next to us.
I must say that the personal attention I received regarding the delay and subsequent cancellation for the Service Desk in the FLounge was fantastic. Paige followed up connecting flights for me, and Michael personally came and told me before the announcement was made in the Lounge to see the service desk. I got VERY clear instructions, and knew about the cancellation before it was announced at the gate so I was right at the front of the business class queue when the announcement was made.
After about 15 minutes during which we were asked to be patient by the Menzie's staff, people were starting to get a bit peeved. Michael had told me very clearly what was going to happen, it sounded messy (we would have to get our luggage, reprocessed back to Australia, given taxi vouchers, accommodation vouchers and rebooked). And while it was tempting to stay in the Lounge for a facial (after hearing all that I thought it would take hours), I decided that since they were not Qantas staff, I should get there and be processed I case they clocked off after this flight. Just as well I did. It went from, “We are just finding out what we need to do,” to a lone of the gate checkin staff letting out a cheer. It was now 3pm and the flight was back on!!
A big thanks to all the AFFers who answered my plea on Twitter for the Air Pacific contact number. I had a separate booking to Suva, so I quickly had to call to make sure it was linked to my coming in on the delayed plane. The girl on the phone told me the flight was cancelled, I told her I was on board, and while it would be close, I could just make the connection if they held the plane for a few minutes. She assured me there were indeed a number of people making that connection and now that the flight was back on, we would be expected.
The families boarded first, and I was the first into business class, planting my drunk self into 1A. The CSM welcomed us aboard and a cheer went up from economy. We thought we were off! Thought. Turns out 4 pax had decided to do something else when the flight was cancelled.... Like I almost did. So rather than the door closing and taking off, their luggage had to be offloaded... Another delay.
After this the most bizarre thing occurred. The airport manager for Air Pacific walked to the front of the cabin and told us his name and position and that the curtains had been closed to Economy... I must admit to being a tad worried. What was he going to say? He started by telling us what we already knew. The flight was cancelled. One engine kept sending a warning to the cockpit and they didn't have the part to fix it before the engineers had to finish ( they were due to finish their shift at 4.30pm ). So he tells us that after the flight was cancelled, they contacted Nadi to advise of the issue and its inability to be resolved. The engineers at Nadi told the crew here the sequence to get the alert to turn off, as the engine was otherwise working. (I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of a tricked system on a packed 747, but I digress).
We (the business class passengers) were exchanging glances that pretty much said, “Why is this guy sharing this information with us?” Why soon became apparent. He told the crew that since the flight was cancelled to have a drink and eat some food. What meals did they eat? The business class meals. He told us that he had eaten a prawn cocktail with the crew, and that he stood by his decision. So what was left? Burja mix (nibbles when you get a drink) some cake and all the cheese plates. He told us he would approve any requests for reimbursement to the value of nice meal in a nice restaurant. It was disappointing, but hey, we were still going, and we had to leave ASAP so that the flight crew didn't go over their hours. Correct me if I am wrong, but isn’t against the law for flight crew to work a flight under the influence of alcohol? If the drinks (discussed shortly) were made by the crew, they were well over 0.05 IMHO.
It is now 3.30pm, luggage has been offloaded, we can hear the doors shutting. Huzzah!
Captain comes on, we are waiting for a tug.
Shortly after we can hear all this noise under us in J.
After about 15 mins Captain comes on. The tug can't connect. Engineering services are called.
It is now 4pm.
I am resigned to the fact that we are going to get deplaned.
We hear more banging and revving under the plane.
We then see a tug going flat out in our direction. I have NEVER seen one of the big ones move like that.
Banging and we move!
Another cheer erupts from Economy. I am now sobering up and feel a headache coming my way. We need to get airborne so I can drink it away.
We finally push back at 4.38pm (original departure time was 12.55pm so just under 4 hours late). The captain took us high, v high. Fight time was crazy fast. We made up just under 45mins!!!
Overall, it was an OK flight. The funniest part for me was asking for tonic water for my gin and tonic. I think they were pouring heavy, very heavy. When I poured in the Tonic Water, you could see the alcohol move - it was that strong!
I watched a lovely sunset over the pacific.
I get my first bag instantly (Priority Baggage rocks), I then had to wait for oversized (dive gear). Oversized comes out, no bag. I give it another 15mins. I am checking the carousel, but no more pink tagged bags are left and I see nothing that looks like my bag. So now I am at Baggage Services. My bag made it to Sydney, good start. Oh yes, it made the plane. Great. It was oversized. But it isn’t with oversized. I am given a lost baggage claim. I am in the queue now for customs when the Baggage Services guy turns up with my bag! From the look of my bag, I think it fell off the trailer (so much for the fragile tag). It was covered in dirt and a chunk of the black plastic had worn down (photos on the iPad in the room so no pic ATM). So it is now about 40minutes since we landed but I'm happy. My dive gear made it, hopefully in one piece, and I can now find a service desk.
At the service desk (just realised she didn't give back the print out of the my electronic ticket - I needed it twice yesterday Liam, so pleased I printed it all out), I am told I can be on the first flight out... 5.30am. Umm no thanks. The staff agree to put me and all those after me on the 6.30am. I get an accommodation voucher and wait for the van from the hotel near the airport.
It shows up, but it isn't wheelchair friendly, a Fijian gentlemen then can't get in the van. Me, the driver, his wife and 3 japanese passengers (the first group to make it through after me to Suva) finally manage to get the man on board. We then repeat at the hotel, which is like 800m away.
We have a transfer to the airport at 5am, so would we like a wake up call at 4.15 or 4.30am? Thank God I didn’t go for the 5.30am flight. As it was I was rung at 1.15am Brisbane time, some three hours after I got to sleep.
It is 11.15pm I am checked in at the most horrendous hotel (Trans International at Nadi Airport AVOID!), but I am so hungry! I had lunch with Mark at 11am, and with no real food on board and waaaay too much champagne, gin, and baileys, I need to eat. My meal voucher was good to $26FJD so I got some grilled chicken and mineral water. Apparently I couldn’t just have a sandwhich (which was all I wanted).
It is now 12,20am on Wednesday Jan 11th (I am supposed to be asleep in a 4 star resort on Lami Bay just outside of Suva, instead I am in a barely 2.5 star hotel) - my wake up call is 4 hours away.
After such a day of random happenstance, I need to sleep.... here is hoping there are no problems toorrow morning since I don't have my print out of eticket anymore.
I finally got to sleep after 1am (10pm Qld time), and woke up a few minutes after 4am.
I was at the airport a few minutes after 5am, and saw that the 5.30am flight to Suva was still accepting check-ins. SCORE!!! I have flexible fares, they have inconvenienced me, I was gunning for this flight.
"We are sorry, Miss, but that flight has been delayed till 7.30am departure."
I think, no problem, I am still going to get there before the 5.30am plane - SCORE!
"We are also sorry that the 6.30am plane has also been delayed. It will leave at 7.30am as well, we are combining the flights."
He then tells me I have excess luggage.
We had quite a conversation, with me pulling up my international allowance, and that this ticket is indeed linked to my international booking. He calmly circled the 15kg allowance. I calmly point out I had 63kg on the way here, and under international economy rules, I have 32kg, of which I am using a little over half. In the end, he realised I was saying after I highlighted the fact that I was delayed, missed my flight and have had only a handful of hours sleep. (I choose to ignore the fact that it was indeed on a separate ticket and he was right, because I was tired, inconvenienced and I won).
So it is 5.10am (though Apple insists it is 4.10am), I have had 3 hours sleep and there is no lounge. I settle in for the 2 or so hour wait.
Interestingly, the Fijian gentleman (disabled) and his daughter were given breakfast vouchers, but no one else was from our merry band received them. The disabled gentleman was quite upset about it and wanted to go tell them whatfor. I just said I was so tired, I didn't think I could eat without throwing up. I was so tired my eyes were watering and I just wanted to die (I didn’t sleep very well the night before I flew out, only 4 hours, and again 4-5 hours at the Holiday Inn at Melbourne Airport).
Finally we are called, I am screened and we board the cutest little ATR that ever was for our 22minute flight to Suva.
We land, and wait for the luggage.
Only my dive gear turned up.
I look around and see one of the three Japanese still waiting for his bags and 2 Fijians.
The ground crew go back to the plane and unpack the tail luggage section. SUCCESS!
Both my bags have made it through 4 flights, 2 close calls of going missing but they, and I are here, all be it late.
I jump a taxi and make it to the hotel 12 hours behind schedule.
I don't ask for an upgrade, I didn’t care. I have the second best room available anyway. Fully refurbed, wonderfully cool even without the AC, brekky, unlimited wireless and broadband. I need for nothing, just sleep and food (and gin).
My room over looks the pool and the beautiful bay with its sailboats and islands with low hanging trees. You can see a panorama of it by clicking this link.
The order of business today is as follow:
Nap or swim (whichever comes first once I finish breakfast).
Swim then nap.
Stroll to the local store and buy some balcony snacks and some Fanta and Coke so I can make a Spezi.
Nap then swim.
Drink in the bar.
But for now, breakfast is over and hopefully an internet password awaits me.
I spent the day napping, swimming and lying by the pool. Glorious.
I am two cocktails into the lobby bar’s cocktail list. I was happily surprised that all the cocktails had gin in them… Turns out it is a Gin Lounge!
I better eat soon or it could get messy. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.
I have ordered and sunset just got amazing. Final pic....
PS More photos to come when I get myself organised.
Overall rating - trip to Suva if you take out catching up with great people with lovely food and champas, it would rate a #oneandahalfpandas
PPS. You can be damned sure I am writing one hell of a complaint letter to Air Pacific and copying to Qantas.
Saturday - December 24th, 2011.
After reading news reports on the huge volume (56,000) of people expected to be through Brisbane Airport on Friday December 23rd, I must admit I was somewhat filled with dread at the idea of negotiating the crowds and the queues. The large number of people on the AirTrain did little to assuage these fears. However, it wasn't too bad at all. The Priority Check In line at Virgin Australiacertainly made it better - I just walked straight up, then plonked myself in The Lounge. I was still full from a wonderful lunch with my team at La Dolce Vita (Milton), so didn't partake in noms but did have a few glasses of Les Petites Vignettes.
I was informed by the Lounge Angels (do we call the guys that too?) that the flight was full, so no chance of an empty seat next to me, so I stuck with my seat close to the front and hoped for no kids. Joy of joys, the other other people in my row failed to board! HUZZAH! As such I had a lovely trip, relaxing for the 2ish hours from Brisbane to Cairns, while everyone else was squished.
I should say that I haven't been to Cairns since 1985. I remember a tiny airport, roads with no gutters, big trees overhanging roads and old houses. Imagine my surprise as I looked out the window to a lovely city below me. Yes the character houses were still there, but now there was a thriving (well kind of, the GFC was not kind of Cairns) CBD.
I had pre-booked a transfer into town with a company I had never heard of (CoralSea Coaches), and figured that if they didn't show, it was only $15 return after all. My transfer arrived, on time and in a perfectly clean mini-bus I was deposited directly at my hotel. It probably took all of 5 minutes as I was the only passenger they were meeting from my flight.
My hotel is the Mercure Harbourside. While I don't generally stay in Mercure, it seemed like a good location and the price was great. Unfortunately it was arranged before the 50% Accor sale but still incredible for being right on The Esplanade. Nevertheless, I had high hopes - all be them 3.5star hopes. After initially being told I didn't get an upgrade (I usually do), the Check In staff decided to give me a double upgrade. I had booked a queen bed suite facing the mountains - I got a king bed suite facing the Coral Sea. When I woke up this morning (24th of December) and looked out my window (whole East wall) I saw the sea, the islands and the sun streaking orange across the lightest smattering of clouds.
Even though I had consumed a fair bit of wine on the patio the night before, I was up and about early to beat the heat. I went for a relaxing stroll along The Esplanade into town. Mercure Harbourside is about 2km from the centre of town - so close enough to be walkable and far enough to be quiet (and it is right next to a bottleshop). They also run a free mini-bus to and from town hourly. So the plan was to stroll, take photos, enjoy a relaxing breakfast, buy some more goodies for balcony wine, something for breakfast Xmas Day, and most importantly, anti-seasickness tablets as I am going diving on the SuperSonic out of Port Douglas tomorrow before jumping the free ride back to the hotel for a swim and perhaps a nap.
The walk itself was divine. There was a light breeze that offset the heat and humidity nicely. Unsurprisingly, there were lots of people out. From cyclists, to mums pushing prams and a few walk of shames plus all the runners and dog walkers. The way the light reflected off the water or dappled through the trees was just perfect. I had to laugh when I saw the no swimming due to crocodiles sign. Naturally I stopped to take a photo! These two old guys walking an incredibly old pooch came up behind me and said with an evil laugh "Don't linger or the crocs will get you!" I love Queensland humour!
One of my favourite images of Cairns has to be the gorgeous angle fish fountains/sculptures in the Lagoon. There was no way I was missing that photo opportunity given the perfect morning light and snapped a couple of pics while wishing I had brought my bathers with me. The Lagoon reeks of chlorine but looks so inviting. What is really cool about the Lagoon, apart from the water, is that it is in the shape of Queensland.
From there I strolled up the main street a little, to get away from the overtly tourist targeting cafes to find breakfast. Even though the tips on Foursquare for Perottas weren't that favourable, I decided to give it a go as everyone there seemed to be locals (wearing real clothes, greeting eachother etc). I wasn't disappointed. While I paid the same for what I would have paid for my hotel buffet breakfast, the quality was far superior. Lovely scrambled eggs, roasted field mushrooms and bacon on toasted sourdough drizzled with olive oil. Their decaf latte was superb. Just writing about breakfast makes my mouth water. Located right next to the Cairns Regional Gallery it catches the breeze nicely, has lots of ceiling fans and great service and food. I may just come back on Monday or Tuesday.
Saturday Afternoon - December 24th, 2012.
After breakfast at Perotta's I hit Woolies to buy some food for the balcony meals and tried to buy anti-seasickness tablets. Unfortunately the chemist closest to where I was was closed till 11.30am and while I was waiting for the mini-bus back to the Mercure Harbourside, I thought to check FourSquare and found one a couple of blocks from where I was. I had 10 minutes to get there - only to discover it was a shopping centre. I managed to get back to the pick up spot in 12 minutes - all be it stinking hot and perspiring.
Back at the hotel, I spent the day relaxing by the pool, reading a book, slathering on sunscreen and cooling off in the water. Naturally, during the high UV periods I disappeared back inside, but even with these precautions, I still managed to burn in a couple of places where I hadn't reapplied my sunscreen carefully enough. Nothing bad - just a little pink in a couple small places (unlike many of the guests here who were bright red in the evening). I am not one that can sit around and do nothing for hours on end, but the warmth of the sun, the lightness of the breeze and the coolness of the water made the time pass quickly - though I constantly checked the time so I wouldn't burn.
A twitter follower recommended a local Balainese restaurant for dinner, the chicken curry was to die for. I was dropped off at BayLeaf by the hotel mini-bus. I waited at the lovely bar of BayLeaf as my highly recommended dinner was cooked. The restaurant had a lovely feel to it - and I adored the use of Tourquay bottles for water. I picked up dinner and strolled the 500m back to my hotel, and promptly poured some wine and mineral water to enjoy another balcony meal.
It was still incredibly hot and muggy, but the light breeze made it spectacular. The sunset was amazing - with the colour streaking all the way back to the East. As the night closed in, the fishing trawlers out in the Coral Sea had their lights on, so their port and starboard lights looked like Christmas lights out to sea. (EDIT: I looked today and they might be the warning lights around a large sand bar but I think the boats sound much more romantic). The sounds of night closed in, soft laughter drifting up from the restaurant and bar by the pool as I watched the green and red lights blink on and off while I fell asleep.
Christmas Day, Sunday December 25th.
While people were opening presents and gorging on food - I was lazing around the pool at the Mercure Harbourside, carefully ensuring I didn't burn. I finished a chick-lit book by Sheila O'Flanagan and ate leftovers from the wonderful BayLeaf. I should explain there is a still a meal worth of leftovers upstairs in my room.
It does amaze me how determined some people are to "brown." I didn't think there was still that belief where they think if they go lobster red then they will go brown back home. The number of people I have seen burnt under peeling skin is just scary. The message of Slip Slop Slap doesn't seem to carry or isn't communicated as it used to be - and certainly not to those from overseas. Perhaps there should be some sort of communication about it.
Boxing Day however was a totally different day for me.
Boxing Day, Monday December 26th.
I was collected from my hotel and taken up the very scenic Captain Cook Hiway to Port Douglas to go out diving on the SilverSonic - run by QuickSilver. Unfortunately, the pick up was running about 25 minutes late to some guests who weren't where they were supposed to be, so it was a mad rush to get onto the boat when we arrived in Port Douglas. The driver was a lark! He catered very well for his audience. At one stage there were only 2 non-international passengers on the boat, so he made sure he pointed out the kangaroos, shared stories in basic English and pointed out other touristy things to do while in town. Driving through Palm Cove was divine. I said at the time, it looked like a beach in Thailand or Vietnam - still, island off shore, shady trees, quiet little beachside town. I can't wait to stay there!
The day itself on the SilverSonic was incredibly well organised and the ratio of staff to guests was MUCH higher than I expected. From multiple life guards, to swimmers with the snorkelers and 1 dive guide to 6 divers (all put into groups in line with experience) it was a very slick operation. I had read reviews from other dive/snorkel boats where the certified divers had to hang around under the intro divers - this was absolutely not the case for SilverSonic.
The tour participants were broken into groups - with snorkelers first called to be given their gear, then the intro divers to do their safety briefings and watch the what to expect video. Finally we were called down, and we were given a very thorough safety briefing - all be it a little hard to hear at times over the intro divers. I must admit I was surprised by the quality of the gear on the boat. I had brought my own because I once used hire gear on holidays and it was terrible. Everything looked reasonably new and very well cared for. Noone in our group had any problems with their gear. It should be noted that the gear (not including stinger suits) is included in the price of diving.
For the first dive, there wasn't a sense of rush - we got into the water, got our bearings and slowly made our way down. It was a nice easy dive, so our very professional Dive Master/Guide Erin Smart could assess us and what we liked. I was impressed how attentive she was to her group - constantly checking on us - not just during the first check dive, the following two as well. I saw noone pop, look worried etc, and she timed the dive really well so we came to the mooring about 35 mins into the dive so we could drop off those with 50bar. We also spent the safety stop not just hanging out, but exploring at 5m - very well planned. The dive we did was Garry's Gut - and provided us with a good entre of what we would see. Turtles, reef sharks, lots of aquarium fish etc.
The second and third dives we did were drift dives. As such we had a little bit of a scurry to get ready and into the water. I felt like I had just got comfy and relaxed up on deck and I, along with the certified divers were called back down again. This was probably my favourite dive of the day. Panova was a great site. Reef sharks, turtles, aquarium fish, great bommies, nudis, and a lovely medium sized maori wrasse. In the blue I also caught a glimpse of 3 devil rays that Erin spotted for us. That was a great surprise!
Our third and final dive was another drift dive - Just Magic. This was an incredibly relaxing dive - we all hung around 10m for most it and again stayed down the maximum time 50 minutes. I came up with 100bar, as did most of the others, but it was time. I was starting to feel the chill of three dives in a few short hours, even in 28c waters. Again we saw turtles, reef sharks, and lots of aquarium fish. There was also a photo stop where Erin took photos of a couple of the divers with their cameras behind a well positioned Nemo family. I passed but Erin took an awesome one of me on the second dive.
For 5 hours on the reef, we spent most of it underwater. Each dive was 50 minutes. Each dive had a real focus on safety and Erin's care of her group was fantastic. If you do get the opportunity to dive while in Cairns or Port Douglas, I highly recommend the SilverSonic, not just for the excellent staff to guest ratio, but also for the huge amounts of food at lunch (the guests and the crew didn't come close to eating it all - and it was a good range, including vegetarian), the quality of the guide staff (ask for Erin), but most importantly because of just how fast and stable the SilverSonic is. We blew past the Poseidon, and I wouldn't want to be on her on a rough day - she was moving a bit and it was pretty much dead calm as we left Port Douglas.
It wasn't all perfect though. Unfortunately, one of the other boats in the QuickSilver family had an engine problem, so returned to shore about 20 minutes late. Then four guests went missing who were supposed to be on my bus. Even though we were told very clearly, do NOT go shopping, there isn't time, two went shopping, and the other two were having photo problems from the boat. We finally left after I had been waiting an hour. I understand maintenance delays - I fly a lot, but people who think they are more important than the other 30 odd waiting really annoy me off. In the end we left without two of them, and the QuickSilver team had to send a bus back for those two guests - what a waste of time and money for the company.
This was a great trip, and I highly recommend.
Upon returning to my hotel, I filled the bath, washed my dive gear then beelined for the pool. BLISS! It was so good to just be covered by the water and just relax. Bed came shortly after, as you can imagine after 2 hours on a bus, 3 dives and a day in the sun.
Tuesday December 27th.
It was hot. It was the first morning when I woke up and thought "Oh so this is what people have talked about." The heat and humidity was oppressive so I decided to just hang out around the pool for the day. This turned out to be a brilliant idea, as I got to get some final relaxation in. The highlight of the day would have to be the sounds of thunder in a clear blue sky. Shortly after a huge storm front was barrelling across the city into the bay. It was brilliant. The next thing I know the heavens opened and the rains fell. The apparent temperature in Cairns fell by 13c and I had to get a pot of tea to warm up! The really nifty thing about my hotel was an automatic roof in the bar/cafe. So when the first drops fell, the roof closed keeping me and the other guests dry (well we had been in the pool so dry-ish) while we watched the show. It rained like in the video for 45minutes and it was still raining (lightly) 2 hours after the first drops. It was fantastic to experience my first tropical storm in the tropics.
Unfortunately, at 5pm my poolside relaxing had to come to an end, and I changed into "real clothes" and headed to the airport. I was again picked up bang on time by the lovely people at Coral Sea Coaches. Again I took advantage of the Priority Boarding queue and checked my dive gear in. Unfortunately, there is no Lounge in Cairns, but I didn't have to wait for too long before I was back on a plane to Brisbane.
All in all, this was a fantastic quick getaway.
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Not a regular post (or semi-regular as it has been a while since I blogged).
For those who follow me on the Twitters, Facebook and Path know, I won Tourism Queensland's Vitamin Me competition.
I have had a lot of questions on how it all works, how I got it and what I plan to do with it.
So, since I am, at my heart, incredibly lazy - read on.
Tourism Queensland ran the Vitamin Me competition, promoting having a break in Queensland to recharge yourself - getting your dose of Vitamin Me. This competition was part of a larger marketing strategy - which is still going on. By visiting their webpage, you could test your own levels (feel free to post your score in the comments). Since I am often away , am always thinking about what I might do for my next adventure, and 90% of the time love my work, I scored very high. This high score did nothing to help me win, but made me feel better about taking some many weekends away.
There were 175,000 entries, of which some 44,500 were unique. I only entered once.
From these 175,000 entries, my entry was randomly drawn and I won the prize - $10,000 of Vitamin Me time in Queensland.
The prize works similarly to a gift voucher. I don't have to use it all at once, however it expires in 12 months.
I can use the voucher on anything that can be booked through SunLover Holidays - the travel agency associated with Tourism Queensland (these are the same peeps who did "Best Job in the World). This means flights, transfer, activities, tours, hire cars etc can be attributed to the voucher. The only time food/drinks would go on, would be if they were part of a resort package or cruise etc. Unfortunately I find the SunLover Holiday webpage terrible to navigate but if I search on google, then search for the provider there I can generally get around it.
So what am I planning to do?
Well, firstly I am using a small amount to do a day trip diving out of Port Douglas on the SuperSonic. I will be in Cairns over the break anyway, so this will be my first chance to put the prize into use. I was going to do a day trip anyway, this just means I do it on Tourism Queensland vs my Visa card.
Other things I am planning are (in no particular order):
- The Dinosaur Stampede at Winton
- Diving the Yongala
- 4 day Coral See Mike Ball Dive expedition (was thinking of doing it at Easter but some friends are thinking of going in May, so will probably go then).
- Mt Isa Rodeo
- Mountain retreat with some friends and some wine (and spa treatments if I can find somewhere)
- Mackay - so I can eat at Sorbellos again!
I will be flying Qantas as much as I can as I am hoping to reach Platinum status (geek moment).
All in all this is an epic prize. Crisscrossing the state is going to rock. I love Queensland - such an amazing state! I can't wait to experience more of it.
Located at the river end of the main drag in Gladstone (Goondoon St), this club is perfectly located to enjoy the breeze from the ocean up the river. Catering for any and all, the Yacht Club ticks the boxes to be a “go to” location, no matter your dining or drinking need.
I was there for about 5 hours hours on a Saturday and saw very distinct types of clients. We had the hi-vis group, there shortly after opening, possibily their post shift drinks and eating burgers and “bar food” inside by the bar. Then there was a “date crowd,” couples and small groups of friends (no kids), who sat outside with me on the covered balcony - predominately ordering from the restaurant menu. Finally between 1.30pm and 2.00pm the families arrived - with the parents eating from the restaurant menu and the kids from the bar menu. I can easily see this as a fantastic venue for drinks and dinner as well.
Caters to all.
Good choice of food.
Food was good quality.
LOVED the salt and pepper squid on pineapple salsa!
Wine list was lacking.
Garlic Prawns were over cooked.
Garlic Bread was over cooked.
Asked for a good space between entre and main - twice - yet it came out within 20 mins.
I had a lovely day - a day away from real life, work, and first world problems. Nothing like sitting on a balcony on a perfect day, drinking wine, eating good food and relaxing. I would certainly visit again if in town. It wasn’t awesome, but location and lack of choice make up for a lot.