Longreach is in the midst of a drought – no significant rain in three years I heard someone day. The caravan park has dead trees and little green.
On the approach to Longreach, the first thing you see is a QANTAS 747 tail.
What you do not realise until much closer is that there are two tails; the second is for a 707, but it is dwarfed.
This might have been the plane I first flew to Australia in – that was a 707 from San Francisco.
The QANTAS Founders Museum is quite good, with many models of planes, that give you an idea about how brave those founders were.
There is also a Stockman’s Hall of Fame with a great set of exhibits on pioneer life, including a great section on the Flying Doctor Service.
There is a lot of bird life in Longreach. The amazing ones are the Brolgas which are a bit tame ans visit the caravan camp looking for a feed. At over a metre tall, you are not inclined to disappoint.
We have now begun to head west along the Capricorn Highway. As its name suggests, it quite closely follows the Tropic of Capricorn. After a short period, we had left the sugar cane behind and came on dry pasture land, much like you might find around Goulburn. However, every 40km or so there was another big coal train running towards the coast.
Queensland Rail Engines…
…followed by 20 odd cars of coal
Soon we came on to Blackwater, which had a huge open cut mine just to the south of the highway. As we disagree with Tony Abbott that the future of Australia is coal, we kept going. Although our goal was Longreach, we decided not to drive 700 km in a day so stopped at Emerald in the Botanic Gardens, where we found 8 other caravans with exactly the same idea.
A map of the gardens. Oddly, no Japanese gardens!
That evening I went for a walk with the dog and found the maze. Although it was very dark (no moon, just stars), the Meleluka Maze was quite easy to solve as I could see the scuff marks of the foot prints of the previous visitors in the soil. Assuming no-one got lost in the maze, and everyone makes a random choice at each corner, everyone must walk on the right path, but only a few will take the wrong path. So by following the most footmarks, I made the right turn every time. (My brother, Jean-Leo, would ask, “…but what is a crowd of Japanese tourists went into the maze, took a wrong turn and called for a helicopter to get them out?”)
After the maze I did the Celestial Garden, but that was just a set of concentric circles and no challenge at all to solve. I tried to find a wrong path and failed!
On the way back I met a large cane toad in the middle of the path. I shone my torch on it so the dog would avoid it. The dog was curious and stuck his nose against it. The toad just ducked a bit but showed no concern. Fortunately the dog moved on.
On the way back I met a chinese gentlemen with a long beard doing something to the trees with bread. The following morning I heard and found what he was up to.
We stayed in Yeppoon for a few days while pondering whether to head north or west. Eventually we chose west, and have revised our itinerary. Yeppoon in a beautiful spot just in the tropics, but otherwise quite reminiscent of the south coast of NSW. The bird life is quite different. We saw a lot of this bird around the bushes and in the camp site at night.
Dog covered in burrs
One night, on a dog walk, we came on a few quite suddenly. The dog chased one into the scrub and disappeared into a bush. I pulled him back and fortunately he had caught nothing. Upon returning to the caravan, I found the dog was covered with burrs.
A bucket of burrs, with much fur still attached
Carmel and I spent the evening pulling and brushing them all out, with many yips and yelps from the dog. Moral of the story – if you chase after roadrunner, you come off second best!
I had never heard of Bert Hinkler before. It seems he is the aviator who was born at Bundaberg and who was prolific at setting flying records. Bundaberg has created a very detailed, small museum about him and his achievements. They even brought his English house, Mon Repos, over and reassembled it here.
Bert Hinkler’s house, Mon Repos is now at Bundaberg
I particularly loved the picture of his parent’s home in Bundaberg with his plane parked in the back yard.
Unfortunately I did not get long at this fascinating museum on early flight as the dog began complaining loudly outside.
Like countless other towns in Australia, Bundaberg is famous for its Japanese Gardens. I am going to need to add a category to this blog called “Japanese Gardens” there are so many of them.
I think the dog was showing a bit of ennui as we walked around these. Fortunately, they were not too big – more of Bonsai Japanese Gardens!
A small Japanese Garden is a good Japanese Garden!A Chinese Pavilion by a creek
These gardens are part of the Bundaberg Botanic Gardens, which also features Chinese Gardens. These were very small too, but made for a nice photo.
Entry to the Chinese Gardens in Bundaberg. I’ll need to get Janet at work to translate
The larger gardens feature a huge lake filled with ducks and turtles. On an island, the ducks look like a rockery.
A rockery of ducks at BundabergTurtle checks out the tourists
