Norfolk Island - the Covid 19 antidote

Despite Covid 19, in mid November we found ourselves on a 2.5 hour overseas East traveling flight from Sydney International airport. We dutifully completed our quarantine forms, landed and passed through customs to find ourselves in --Australia, well Norfolk Island to be precise. For those scrambling for maps it is 767 kms from Noumea, about 1200 kms from the Northern tip of New Zealand and 1500 kms to Australia.

Helen had a momentus birthday this year and having spent decades pining to visit Norfolk Island it was an easy choice as a birthday surprise. It has a remarkable history, natural beauty and an abundance of birdlife but even knowing that we were taken aback at what else was on offer on this small island.

Interest in Norfolk Island started due to two natural resources – the Norfolk pine and flax. This is the lone pine on the Southern shore.

It is a very old tree having been recorded by Cook when he first called in on the 11th October 1774. He named the island after the Duchess of Norfolk who unbenown to him had died a couple of months earlier. Most of the other pines on the island are much straighter and Cook saw these as great for ship masts. Unfortunately, it was later appreciated that where the ring of branches meet, they go through to the center of the trunk and this forms a plane of weakness. However, the tree produces. . an excellent timber for all sorts of construction down to offcuts for roof shingles.

The second resource was flax the fiber for twine, rope, linen, sails etc. In England flax is soaked in water for a week or two to help rot the material around the fiber. (Here is an interesting video of the labour intensive process https //youtu.be/TFuj7sXVnIU ). However, that did not work in Norfolk and it took some time before it was realized that the solution was more hard work – scraping.

The original town (inevitably named Kingston) started with the first penal settlement in 1788. The island also helped supply resources and food for Sydney and of course to keep the French from expanding their empire. There is one street named “Quality Row” with some beautiful stone buildings. (No 1 at the Eastern end near the cemetery is now the golf club house.) Pretty as a picture!

In 1814 (by which time many freemen had done very well) the island was largely abandoned because of its distance from Australia. Ten years later in 1824 it was decided to re-open the island (second settlement) for the worst convicts. This resulted. In the cruellest conditions imaginable with convicts sentenced to 7, 14 or 21 years. One minor example-they were fed salted pork despite being fresh pork on the island. This was so they would not enjoy the food and also quench their thirst by having to drink poor quality water.

Some of the Governors could only be described as sadistic. We had an entertaining dinner hosted by three governors who described some history, joined us to eat and go into further detail (including their real lives). This one with Helen was John Price who was particularly cruel. The actor had a wonderfully gruff voice so was well suited to his role. 

The prison was large and took many years for the convicts to build. The stone was cut from the nearby reef and Nepean island. Much of the interior was destroyed by the Pitcairns who occupied the island from 1855 when Queen Victoria decided that the prison should be relocated to Tasmania.

Many died on the island (both convicts and warders). Some of the headstones are quite harrowing even if the type setter did not have much of a future!

To the South is Phillipe island which was largely reserved as a play area for the warders. Rabbits were introduced so they could hunt. What a disaster. In 1974 the whole island was completely denuded with little topsoil exposing the underlying red weather rock. Following an intense regime killing off the rabbits the island is now slowly coming back to life with more areas now green than red but there is still some way to go.

The memorial where Helen is seated uses bricks from Captain Arthur Phillip's house at Vernall's Farm, Lyndhurst (near Southampton) and commemorates HMS Sirius which was wrecked off Norfolk on 18 March 1790.

Here is the first arched bridge ever built in Australia – some of the warders and convicts were quite skilled.

The third part of the story also stems from UK but from a quite different direction! Mutiny on the Bounty is a story many know. In short Fletcher Christian and some men on the Bounty had developed relationships in Tahiti and when the Bounty recommenced its journey they decided a few weeks out to mutiny and set Captain Lieutenant William Bligh and 18 loyalists adrift in a long boat on 28 th April 1789. Bligh took some 7 weeks to arrive in Timor – remarkable seamanship and resilience.

Meanwhile Christian returned to Tahiti, collected the woman and some men and set sale for… .. anywhere they could not be found. Eventually they came across a small island called Pitcairn. Bounty scuppered, Christian dead, a couple of generations and they had outgrown the small island. When Queen Victoria heard of the self governing success of the settlement, the need to abandon Norfolk so as to focus on Australia and the ongoing challenge of keeping the French at bay she was happy to offer Norfolk to the Pitcairns.

The ability to get on with people is still abundantly clear today. Nothing is too much trouble, every driver waves to oncoming drivers – I suspect it is such a habit they do it an night – its just that no one can see! They are Royalists to the hilt and have a real leaning towards Britain. However, in 2016 they gave up self-governance and are now under NSW state's umbrella for schools and health but vote for the Federal government through Bean which is one of the Canberra electorates.

That's the last of the history!

The island has perfect weather 15 – 24°C all year round with gentle breezes. I suspect they may have some bigger winds on occasions but the air is wonderfully clear. A luxurious climate needs luxurious accommodation. G & T in the spa before dinner was essential. We stayed in the Tim Sheds which comprises 3 No 5 star units. One of our neighbors had had one night in Paradise and advised Paradise was not paradise and Tin sheds was not tin sheds!

A quick trip across the island of almost 10 minutes to enjoy the setting sun with wine, cheese and biscuits. What a tough life.

Not a bad view either.

Even the following day in full sun it is still spectacular. Anyone for a cool dip? Followed of course by a much more warming climb back up!

It looks peaceful but Terns made sure it was not too quiet.

This retired boat is similar to those still operating today. Getting goods onto the island is a real challenge. The jetty is small and does not quite reach the start of the reef. It can only accommodate boats of this size so when shipping a bus, two of them are tied together and the bus straddles them. It is lifted off the ship and onto the jetty by cranes. Pretty risky stuff particularly when there is a bit of swell!

Naturally framed shots are everywhere.

What was a surprise were a line of Moreton Bay Fig trees to the South of the airport. Their huge buttress like roots dwarf passers by and slowly wrap around pines so they cannot escape.

Not to be outdone there are one or two huge Banyon trees. The canopy is supported by many aerial prop roots. This one is about 30 metres diameter at ground level.

Mind you the pines help host other vegetation such as this “old man's beard” – although I prefer the alternative name of Spanish moss.

Cows abound and with lush grass they are in great condition. Car hire is a must because of the ups and downs but with 40 kph in town, 50 kph out of town and cows turning up anywhere travel is a very relaxed affair. Even the 40 kms / day allowance is not an issue as North to South or East to West are both only 10 minutes.

The Queen Victoria botanic gardens were ideally located next to one of our lunch stops and helped with a little digestive exercise.

The sculptures using driftwood of a dragon above and deers below were very imaginative.

Away from the town where it was quieter, we were followed by a natural choir. The lead chorister was the blackbird with backing from birds too many to list. Nonetheless, there were some worth a mention. Although the White Faced Heron is far from a rare bird it was a little unusual to see one down by the sea rather than on an inland waterway.

Although numerous it was hard to get close to these California Quails. 

By contrast the Kingfisher was a little less shy although finding a pair was a lucky and unexpected experience.

Much of the North of the island is national park and although far from rare it was a delight to see this Gray Fantail demonstrating why he is so named.

The Tern is a lazy parent. No nest for these birds – just perch the egg on a bough and hope for the best. Mind you some obviously survive as they are numerous.

Lazy home builders or not youngsters still need feeding.

Its close relative the Sooty Tern is also quite abundant and a bit more attractive with its contrasting colors.

The Red-tailed Tropic bird is also easy to spot.

What was magical was to get a close up of these Masked Booby's. There were three couples on this headland although the other two comprised a parent and youngster.

What was a surprise was seeing this Great frigatebird – they are majestic fliers.

And last and far from least is the green parrot. This bird nearly went extinct and was down to 20 birds. It is now up to 200. When we heard these numbers we did not expect to see one but were wondering through the botanic gardens and saw this one flit into the tree and start eating. He was like a teenager – nothing was going to get in the way of him and a feed.

We proceeded round the gardens and half an hour later there he was again, obviously full and just wanting his picture taken. Humans have helped with rearing so the parrots have no fear of our proximity.

So just to be clear – this is 1 of 200 birds of its type in the world !!!!

That is the perfect end to a perfect week. Would we go back – absolutely there is more to see and do (golf and diving were not touched!). A wonderful relaxed week which was very reasonable compensation for Covid preventing this year's Northern hemisphere trip ..

 

 

Cruising Sydney to Sydney

2020 is quite a significant decade for us “oldies” and Helen wanted to give the younger generation a taste of our love of cruising. We opted for a Sydney to Sydney cruise via New Caledonia and Vanuatu.

It also worked out well as it got us out of the dreadful air quality that Canberra was suffering as a result of all the bush fires. First job on any ship is to explore! This picture was less to do with the “coat hanger” and more to do with the fact there was real grass on the upper deck where you could play bocce, putt and even put up a tent (for the younger ones)! 

I had always wanted to head out through the Sydney Heads but had not expected it to be with this smoggy view. Fresh air here we come…..

Of course after the sun set the first goal was to sample the food. Baeddan in particular was blown away with the service while Helen had decided as this was a 20’s cruise there was a need for appropriate attire.

The first two days were at sea which was great as we could enjoy a whole range of activities including flying fish spotting.

Our first point of call was Noumea in the ex-French colony of New Caledonia. We had arranged for our own private tour as mixing it with the almost 3000 on board was not so attractive. Look at this sky!

After an hour or so going round the markets and taking in some sights it was time to get some morning tea. The French connection at least meant we had some good coffee and pastries.

New Caledonia is a quite rich country due to its three significant Nickel mining operations. Given all the activity and smelting this was a remarkbly clean site.

And on the other side of the hill…..just spectacular…..

Helen and I had stayed in New Caledonia for a week way back in …… One essential visit was the Tjibaou cultural centre. The various tribes all had variations on the type of hut they used to live in. The highest chieftan had an extraordinarily tall hut.

Internally was no less impressive.

However, the centre itself take the architectural prize. The “towers” represent the main tribes of each region. The centre gets its name from Jean-Marie Tjibaou who signed the independence treaty with France. Some were so upset with the treaty they murdered him and his entourage. All that for signing a peace agreement.

The following day was Mystery Island which belongs to Vanautu. A beautiful little island which has some fantastic snorkelling and enabled a few of us to get renew our skills.

The island was so called after a visit from the Queen where a reporter could not ascertain its name and ended up referrring it as Mystery Island – which then stuck. It is about 50 metres wide and a couple of hundred long. At the Northern end is a watch tower. Actually if you look closer maybe it is really just a tower.

Some of the local (Kanaks) had some good looking food on display but I am not sure given the heat that eating it would have been a positive experience.

The tenders on the ship were unusuual as there was space on the roof for some travellers which made travelling ashore much more enjoyable.

Day 3 ashore was a stop at Vila, the capital of Vanuatu and where Michael and I had dived way back on 1997. This time we had six qualified family members (Michael, Sonia, Lianne, Kellan and Baeddan). The first dive was on a fabulous reef where it was rewarding to see how much new growth was occurring. The second was on a wreck called Kunanda. Just to prove I was on the trip….

In addition to the fun of the wreck this unexpected Lion Fish really grabbed our attention.

Helen took the younger ones on an inland trip to a waterfall where all seem to be having a great time albeit Daelin needs to stop talking when swimming under water.

The islands have many stalls offering all sorts of goods but one service that appealed to many of the younger travellors aboard was having your hair braided. Kellan also had his done but it quickly fell out after a swim in the pool and before I could take the mandatory shot.

The fourth shore day was Mare island but it actually ended up pouring all day and we opted to stay aboard. This is the first time H and I have not gone ashore on any cruise stop.

Our final island was Lifou which was back at New Calaedonia. The huts were a little less dramatic but still looked neat and well kept.

For a small population having two churches within a kilometre of one another was surprising. This one dates back to 1898.

The nearby grave yard was neat albeit a mixture of “normal” graves and local sculptures

Coconuts provided a welcome refreshment and helped to get some funds into the local economy.

There is of course the need to include at least one shot of our floating hotel. Not quite a Queen when it comes to looks but very comfortable. Helen and I had a disabled cabin which was 50% larger than those of the children (needed for our wheel chairs!!!). The benefits of a Travel Agent in “the know”. The four adjoining cabins that the younger members had enabled dividers to be folded back so that a large balcony was available for enjoying cocktails.

The vegetation in the islands is diverse and quite different to Canberra, none more so than this plant. I have no idea of the name but raspberry tree seems appropriate.

Getting the tenders aboard is a fascinating exercise that occupied Daelin.

The last two days were at sea and of course that meant a larger focus on wining and dining. Lianne had been very creative and looked out the Halling coat of arms and then produced a T-shirt for each of us. Certainly made for some interesting looks and discussion from fellow travellers!

The penultimate night our dinner table team agreed to serve the grandchildren without adults which freed us up for an up market dinner at the Maruno restaurant. Flambe “lobster” for Sonia….

 And Dover sole for me (de-boned of course)……….

Some pretty satisfied customers! A superb meal at the end of a wonderful cruise. The children make the dynamics so different! All want to do it again – enough said!