Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Broome through to Derby

Went swimming at Cable Beach Monday and Tuesday mornings at 7 am; great time for a swim and the water was superb. Not much else to do in Broome - it's a great place if you just want to sit and do nothing but neither of us wanted to do that - we wanted to do things! We went out to Gantheaume Point, hoping to see whales - saw some great rocks against the stunning turquoise ocean, some dinosaur footprints (well copies in concrete as they are only visible at extrememly low tides) but no whales. However we did see a sea eagle nest, full of squawking complaining babies, and the their mum and dad came along to feed them - so that was a bit of a bonus.

We left Broome early the next morning and headed the 230km north to Derby. We stopped in at the boab prison tree and the world's longest cattle trough. Hmmm. This knocked two of the highlights off the list of things to do in Derby even before we got there. Oh well... we went off to see the long jetty and the high tide - this is one of those places with enormous inter-tidal zones - almost 10m at times.

Wednesday, today, we were picked up at about 9am and taken to Derby airport to fly to the horizontal waterfalls at Talbot Bay. The flight was fantastic - in a little single-engined deHavilland seaplane -we got a fantastic view over all the mudflats around Derby. Sounds boring but they really are beautiful. Landed on Lake Talbot after several flyovers of the horizontal waterfalls. What are these horizontal waterfalls you ask?

Located deep within Talbot Bay in the Buccaneer Archipelago are the Horizontal Waterfalls. Massive tidal movements create a waterfall effect as water banks up against one side of the narrow cliff passage, to be repeated again on the turning tide.

The twin gaps are part of the McLarty Ranges, which have two ridges running parallel approximately 300 metres apart. The first and most seaward gap is about 20 metres wide and the second, most spectacular, gap is about 10 metres wide.

On a slack tide it is possible to drive boats through the two gaps to the bay behind. The tides in this area have a 10 metre variation which occurs over six and a half hours from low tide to high tide and vice versa. The effect of the waterfalls is created by the tide building up in front of the gaps faster than it can flow through them and there can be a four metre high waterfall between the bays.

The waterfall phenomena has been described by David Attenborough as "one of the greatest natural wonders of the world".

We got onto the boats, which are superbly luxurious, with flatscreen plasmas and lovely beds! We should have stayed overnight!!! Anyway, after a wander around we went off on a boat to Cyclone Creek. Cruised up there, admiring the rocks and the beautiful colour of the water. Lovely and relaxing, but no swimming as there are lots of saltwater crocs in here, not to mention hammerhead sharks, tiger sharks and sea snakes. There were also supposed to be turtles and dolphins but we didn't see any :(

Back to the boat and lunchtime - superb barbecued fresh barramundi, spuds and salad. Then a couple of hours just sitting around talking and watching the wildlife.

Oh did I mention that we couldn't go swimming? Well after lunch we saw one of the best reasons for this - 8 or 9 bronze nurse sharks... swimming around the boat, waiting for scraps. Yes alright they aren't huge scary sharks but are still sharks nonetheless!!

After the sitting around we went out onto the little wave shooter and headed off to the falls. This was absolutely awesome. You can see the water being pushed through the gap in the rocks, dropping about 2m at this point. We went through and back several times, and when I can get photos off the little camera I will post something. But it was great fun and one of the highlights of the trip so far.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Last time in the Pilbara



We went back into Karijini on Wednesday and went on a 4WD tour with a guide called Geoff, who took us into the gorges that our vehicle couldn't handle. On the way in there we came across the grader ... that bit of road was so much better! However it was nice for someone else to be doing the driving for a change.

Aboriginal legend has it that the gorges of Karijini National Park were formed by giant serpents who snaked through the rocks and now reside in the park’s glistening waters.

Basically, in terms of geology, this whole area is an ancient sea bed. Over millions of years, layers of silica and silica and iron oxide built up, squeezing out the water to become tough, well-bedded rock. Colliding continental plates caused these rocks to buckle and develop vertical cracks before being lifted up to become dry land. Erosion over millions of years has caused the landscape to become how we see it today.

What is so amazing with these gorges is not just witnessing the absolute power and strength of the earth in lifting and warping the rocks on the sides - it's the whole thing - including the depth that some of the rocks have been lifted and the resulting depth of these gorges. A lot of them you can't get into without a guide, proper abseiling/climbing equipment and a lot of experience!

We went first to Knox Gorge. This was pretty mind-blowing, but soon it was time to head off and so off we went to have a look at Joffre Gorge, a spectacular gorge which has been cut down into by water and has a waterfall at one end, crystal clear water at the bottom. We then went to Oxer lookout, which is where Red, Hammersley, Joffre and Knox Gorges all meet. WOW! This was absolutely fantastic. The colours of the iron-rich rocks are amazing.
After lunch we headed off for a bit of adventure - to go into Weano Gorge and go down it to the handrail pool. This necessitated us walking around narrow rock ledges in waist high water , clinging onto rock handholds, to get to other parts of the gorge that were not otherwise accessible. We then had to carefully clmb down through a narrowish gap across very slippery rocks to get to a pool almost entirely enclosed by 80m high walls of sheer red rock. Next step, which Michael did but I was too lazy to do, was to go through a narrow opening, and descend into the pool using a handrail (duh!). Then back and up and out of the gorge, Fantastic experience.

Next morning, we set off very early heading for Hamersley Gorge. This one is on the far north of Karijini and is quite different to the others. The rocks are pushed and twisted in strata of colour and texture - stunning.

After this it's back to reality - 55km of unsealed road, back through Auski roadhouse and 40 litres of petrol at $1.59 a litre then off on the road to Port Hedland. That was a long and boring drive and unfortunately a foretaste of things to come!!

Port Hedland - a BHP town, covered in a layer of red dust, a typical mining town, with few sights and experiences really. We had a nice meal at one of the hotels, watched the giant ships come into port and get filled with iron ore to be shipped off to China, and then sold back to us in the form of cars, and then headed out of town on the VERY long trip to Broome, which we broke over two days. We got to the 80 mile beach turn off after about 4 hours of solid driving, but then the last 9km was on a very rough unmade road. Saw a big goanna run across the road in front of the car as we turned in - just caught him on camera!

80 mile beach is a little oasis - spectacular long white beach, stunning clear water - just a pity you can't swim in it as there are nasties there like stingers and stingrays. Ahh well. We got up at 5.30 the next morning to see the sunrise and seee what offerings the tide had brought us in terms of shells, but not much interesting - lots of volume though!

After that we were off to Broome. The landscape deteriorated at this point - nothing but low scrubby plants from horizon to horizon. For 450 km. Yikes. Never mind - we made it, hot and dusty but we're here in Broome, recharging our batteries for the next adventure into the Kimberley!!!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Tom Price

Tom Price is an 'interesting' town. Sitting at the botton of Mt Nameless, which the Indigenous people point out is not nameless at all but had a name for thousands of years before we came along ... the town is named after a mate of Lang Hancock's who died before seeing plans for mining iron ore here come to fruition. There's not a lot to do here, but we went for a walk late afternoon up to the base of said Mt Nameless, which in the King of the Mountain last year someone ascended in a little over 18 minutes.... as I said we made it to the base but big sooky la-la that I am I piked and so Michael reluctantly didn't make the ascent (which at this time would have been in the dark!). We stopped and chatted to some others at the top of the first really steep bit, and they pointed out the 8 foot long olive python we had possibly just stumbled past!!!
However we watched the sun set and walked back to the camper.
Next morning v. lazy, doing washing, sudoko and reading. Exhausting but someone has to do it!

Early afternoon we went along for the mine tour of Tim Price mining operations (Rio Tinto). This is an operation on a giant scale - everything is huge. We can only remember a few of the amazing stats.

The trucks hold about 200 tonnes of iron ore each. The fuel 'economy' is about 20 litres per kilometre - yes you read that right!! They hold about 560 l of oil, roughly the same in water, and petrol we think about 800 litres. Ye gods,
They have 3 fire retardant canisters that engulf the tuck in foam if they catch fire.
The tyres cost about $100,000 each and they prefer women drivers because they are more gentle on the trucks !! HA!
The drivers work 12.5 hour days, 3 on, 3 off, earn about $100K a year with subsided everything and airfares to Perth 3 times a year. Some of the executives don't want to live here, these guys are refwrred to as FIFO - fly in fly out - which explains the derogatory stubby holders we've seen that say "FIFO - fit in or fuck off"!!! LOL
Trains - 230 carriages each carrying 116 tonnes of iron ore - about $5 million in every train load and there are 28 trains on the system 7 days per week. Train drivers earn about $150 - $180,000 per annum. Yes that is a lot! They do the run from here to Dampier in about 7 hours.
Tomorrow we are off back into Karajini to go to the other gorges that we missed out on due to their shitty roads.

At last - into the Pilbara

Left Karratha early in the morning and headed out the new sealed road towards Millstream-Chichester National Park. This is a glorious drive, with the roadsides covered in mulla mulla, wattle, sturt pea and other flowers, with snappy gum shining in the light. It winds through the edges of the Chichester Range, alongside the Rio Tinto railway line, so you regularly see huge trains - 3 locos and hundred of carriages, all full of iron ore being taken to Karratha for shipping. At the end of the bitumen we took a left turn onto the dirt road to Python Pool. This was unfortunately very corrugated and so we had to slow right down - and made us realise that we really couldn't take this vehicle onto roads like this. Python Pool was spectacularly beautiful, with sheer red rock cliffs rising out of the water. I'd love to see it with water flowing but then not sure that I would like to be in the Pilbara in the wet season! Chatted to a couple who had been swimming there - awkward as he had taken his togs off and had a very skimpy towel wrapped around his middle - leaving pretty much everything on show - lucky I had my dark sunnies on!

Drove out of Python Pool on the Roeburne Road - still dusty and rough but not nearly so rough as the way in. We decided that we would head to the Great Northern Highway just short of Port Hedland and then go down the bitumen to Karajini National Park - very much the long way round but all on sealed roads. Promised Michael a Barra Burger at the Whim Creek Pub - apparently something they are quite famous for - but got there and found the bloody place closed for lunches from the start of August. Made our own lunch and then headed off - very long drive with very long stretches of pretty much nothing along the way - the only gripe with WA is that it is so big and things are frequently 400 - 500km apart!

We approached the Auski Roadhouse at about 5 and decided to stop there the night rather than go into Karajini and try and get a place to stop. Just after I told Michael that there were often dingoes in the Dales camp ground one appeared on the side of the road! Auski is interesting - the site we had was great - really nice thick grass.. but the toilets and showers were yicky! I loved the sign that warned to turn out the lights when you left so as not to encourage the insects and snakes!!!

Went into Karajini the next morning and set up in the Dales camp ground. Red dust everywhere but here we are right back in the middle of the magnificent Pilbara. I love this area - the colours of the hills and rocks, the trees and the vast expanses of tussocky spinifex. It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been, and I am drinking it all in thinking it's unlikely I will ever come back here. We walked along the rim of the gorge, then down into the falls and fern pool area. Very steep climb down and back, much steeper than I remember from 15 years ago!!!

We walked back at sunset to see the sun relected on the rocks - stunning. At night we could hear dingoes howling and stood outside in the cold to look at the billions of stars. We are so lucky in the southern hemisphere to be able to see so much of the Milky Way, and despite Stuart's astro-photography coaching, I am not sure that I can capture it all. There are stars from horizon to horizon, and until the moon rose and ruined it we just stood out there and looked.

Next morning we though we would drive to the other camp ground but after doing 10km in 45 mins turned back. The roads here really are very very poor, corrugated and rocky. Rather than damage the camper we will come back and do one of the day tours into the area with someone elses 4WD, This is one of the few times I wish we had taken a 4WD, but then as 90% of the trip is on bitumen it would have been a bit of overkill. So we headed to Tom Price - to the only caravan park, and a very nice one it is too. Booked for the Hammersley Iron mine tour and then will head back to Karajini for another night and into the other gorges the next day. Have taken today as R&R - reading and relaxing this morning, catching up on washing (and this!) and maybe a bit of a stroll later on before the mine tour.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

North of the 26th parallel

OK, we're here in Karratha, around 1500 km north of Perth and a longgg way from Melbourne!

Last blog was Shark Bay, which seems so long ago!

We left Denham and first stops for the day were Shell Beach, which is, as one would expect, very shelly - in fact is completely shells, up to 5m deep, and then the stromatalites, which are thousands of years old and grow about 1mm per year. These are primitive forms of life and were here long before we were - and contributed to the atmosphere we now breathe.

Next we headed north to Carnarvon, an area rich with farms growing all sorts of veggies and fruit, an abundance of fish, and not much else. We went out to one of the town's advertised attractions - one of the longest jetties in WA (or maybe the southern hemisphere?). Well this was a bit of a let down.... we paid out $2 each to walk out on the one-mile jetty, but found a gaping hole about 2/3 of the way along.... so we grumbled a bit and then walked back...

Left Carnarvon and reached Exmouth mid-afternoon. It's still one of the most beautiful places I know. Went out to Vlamingh head lighthouse and watched whales cruise by along the humpback highway, and the sunset over the beach. Next morning we headed out to YArdie Creek and went on the boat trip up the creek. We were lucky to see a black-footed rock wallaby with joey in the middle of a rock face in a little cave. These are endangered species. We also saw heaps of grey and white egrets nesting, and an emu with some chicks.

The ranger told us that the emu dads mind the chicks, and to present themselves in the best possible light to the emu ladies, they 'steal' chicks from other emus to make it look like they are virile and also good at looking after the kids. We found this most amusing....

We went to Osprey Beach, which was absolutely stunning, and then on to Turquoise Bay for swimming and snorkelling... which was disappointing but still fun. The coral has been badly damaged from last time I was here, but the water is still crystal clear. We stopped a little further up the road at Turtle Cove... and discovered it was the local nudist beach ... I was staring at this guy trying to work out what sort of togs he was wearing... and then the brain clicked that no one wears togs with pubic hair on the outside!!!!!! hehehehehehehehehehe

Next morning we were picked up early for a trip out to the outer reef and some snorkelling. We went out a little way and snorkelled for about half an hour - lots of parrot fish, humbugs and other fish.. pretty colours. We then went out up the humpback highway and before long we caught sight of a mother with her calf. She was about 20m from the boat and it was pretty awesome seeing them so close. During the day we encountered many other humpbacks, but this one, and the mother and baby that swam under the boat, were the most exciting. Except for the one that waved his flipper at Michael!!! We got some awesome photos and they are all on the photo page qhich is linked here (http://picasaweb.google.com.au/sue.thomson). Got home on a bit of a 'whale high' and had fish and chips for tea!

Today we got up at sparrows fart, filled the car ($96 of diesel thank you very much - $1.49 per litre) and headed off for Karratha. We drove in stints because the landcape is not terribly exciting, and got here at about 1 - 540km in all.

The Pilbara has begun. It is stunning. The colours are superb, and I love it up here. There are wildflowers everwhere, in stark contrast to the reds and greens. We may never come back to Melbourne - I'm sure ACER needs an office in the north west. :)

Tomorrow we are looking around the area, which is heavily industrialised with iron, salt and natural gas. There are also a couple of historic towns which we will go to, then we will hopefully see the staircase to the moon. After that we are off to Millstream Chichester and Karajini National Parks and will be offline for 5 days. GASP!

Until then.. these shots of the beautiful Pilbara...

Saturday, August 01, 2009

Day 4 - Shark Bay World Heritage Area

Ok - Day 4 we decided to take it easy. This meant a 7am start... go figure :)

We drove out to Monkey Mia for the first dolphin feeding for the day - to find this girl - Nikki - who was there with a baby when I was here with the kids 14 years ago! She is also in calf now, and they are hopeful that this one will work out alright. Apparently she is not a very good mother and her babies tend to die. Those that don't get eaten by Tiger Sharks!
There were also several superb looking pelicans on the beach, minding their own business but being stirred up y some of the Asian guests.

We booked a cruise on the Arisocat - a twin-hulled catamaran that specialises in finding dugongs, sat back at the cafe and had a latte while we waited in the warm morning sunshine...

Now - why is Shark Bay a World Heritage Area I hear you ask? There are a few reasons. Firstly, it is an ongoing geological process. Over thousands of years, sediments and broken down shells and skeletons of marine life have been trapped by seagrasses to form large seagrass banks, which are the largest in the world. These seagrass beds support one of the largest and most important dogong populations in the world. There are about 16,000 of them in the waters here... but I can assure you it took a lot for us to find the three we found. However thanks to Anthony's skills up the mast, we did find and follow them. I was rapt - have never seen dugongs before! We also saw a turtle and a manta ray, and a couple of dolphins played with us on the way out. The weather was perfect, the sea was calm and crystal clear, and it was a fantastic morning.
On the way, we visited a black pearl farm (VERY beautiful but VERY expensive), and got to see the stunning Peron cliffs, part of the Francois Peron peninsula... the red cliffs meet the pristine white sand and the turquoise blue water.

After that we headed back to the ranch for a bit of a nap, then out to the Peron homestead and shearing shed and then out to Eagle Bluff to see the sun set over the still, glassy waters.

One of the other reasons this is a World Heritage area is that there are several hypersaline pools in which stromatolites grow. These are ancient organisms, about 3000 years old. In preCambrian times, 600 million years ago, these were the dominant form of life... but look at them now - no ipods or imacs... they just basically sit there. We will go there in the morning so photos tomorrow!
Other reasons are that it's one of the most important breeding grounds for loggerhead turtles, and that it has become part of a project to eradicate introduced vermin and bring several native species back from the brink of extinction.


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Friday, July 31, 2009

Day three ... a belated start but on track!


OK. I have finally got the Wireless modem thingy working and we seem to be in business. Have updated photos on the Picasa web albums: http://picasaweb.google.com.au/sue.thomson

First day we headed out of Perth after picking up the camper and working out all the ins and outs, shopping for essentials (vegemite, coffee) and headed for Cervantes and the Pinnacles. Nearly had the first bit of road kill on the way when this little echidna decided that he would play chicken with me driving at 120kmh. Hmmmmmm.

Made it to the Pinnacles for dusk, saw some strange Irish harpist playing out in the middle of all the rocks, and saw a couple of little roos, as well as a very pretty sunset. Would have taken some nice shots after dark but someone forgot to give me the screw for the camera that fits it into the tripod... :)



Got to Cervates, set up the camper, dinner at the pub then crashed at about 8.30pm.... jetlag...

Next morning up early, freezing cold and off to my first day of using public showers .... nuff said... I endured. Headed off to Kalbarri. Stopped for 11ses in Dongara, with a main street lined with Moreton Bay figs. Found my favourite - the coffee tree :) and had coffee and a break. Stopped in Geraldton to go to the WA Maritime Museum which has lots of good things about shipwrecks and murderous Portugese (Google the story of the Batavia!). We also went to the HMAS Sydney memorial, which was very moving and a great monument.



Got into Kalbarri without incident, went to this weird but fun barbecue place for dinner and had heaps of fresh seafood.

Left a little late, as I had to wait until business hours to go through a tedious lengthy procedure to activate the wireless broadband thingy. Fantastic as the woman I spoke to was in the Phillipines.

Went out Island Rock and the Natural Bridge, outside of Kalbarri. Wonderful cliff views and we could see whales way out to sea.

Stopped at a wildflower park which was a bit of a waste of time, and then headed out to Kalbarri National Park, which was hot and spectacular. We did some walking then back into the car, because when I said it was only about 200km to Denham I forgot about the 140 from the Overalander Roadhouse to Denham! oops. Michael was very patient. So all in all it was a very long day, made longer because when we got into Denham we found that most of the accommodation was booked out. We ended up in a cabin for a couple of days, and are now looking at booking everything that we can now. So to all those who accused me of overplanning - I didn't plan enough. Not only do we need an exact itinerary but we need to book weeks in advance there are so may people travelling up here. Not happy Jan.

Tomorrow is Shark Bay - Monkey Mia first thing and then we'll see what happens. I want to go snorkelling and see Dugongs, but it's a half day boat trip in the morning.

I am happy that we have got so far north so quickly. Western Australia is so big - we are now about 850km from Perth. Today was the WA I love - the rich red earth, the spectacular rock formations and the fantastic plants and flowers. Given that, there is also kilometre after kilometre of straight boring road, with nothing to break it up. And it's not cheap. We stopped at a roadhouse and I got a 600ml bottle of coke, a chicken sandwich and a packet of cashews and it cost $16.50. I just paid and didn't ask WTF???

Monday, July 27, 2009

Off to Western Oz!

Michael and I are off to WA for a month, driving from Perth to Darwin.

This is a map of where we are going... get back to this as soon as we are there. It's 5.30am and we are at the airport watching them load the plane for our flight.

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Saturday, February 07, 2009

Aswan - Abu Simbel

Well today was a blast, but i am totally shattered. It was so noisy outside my room last night that I didn't get to sleep until after midnight - there were still people yelling and kids playing in the street when I finally went out to it. Then at 2.35 I woke up, showered and got ready to go to Abu Simbel.
Security is certainly a lot tighter here than it was in Luxor for people venturing down near the Sudan border. All the vehicles in the convoy to Abu Simbel assembled at around 3.30 to be inspected by police, including under vehicle checks, then we all set off together.
Driving through the desert at night was amazing, all you could see was stars from one horizon to the other, and looking very different to our own night sky. I was teacher's pet, and got to sit up front with the driver, which I thought would be ok but my knees are caning now from being bent in one position for so long.
I slept part of the way, surprise surprise, and woke just as the stars were disappearing from the sky with the early rays of dawn. This also lit up the Sahara desert, through which we were probably driving for 3 hours - about 250km of it.
We arrived at Abu Simbel at dawn and it is just as spectacular as I thought it would be.

The twin temples were originally carved out of the mountainside during the reign of Pharoah Ramesses II in the 13th century BC, as a lasting monument to himself and his queen Nefertari, to commemorate his victory at the Battle of Kadesh, and to intimidate his Nubian neighbors.
The massive facade of the main temple is dominated by the four seated colossal statues of Ramesses. These familiar representations are of Ramesses II himself. Each statue, 20m high, is seated on a throne and wears the double crown of Upper and Lower Egypt. The whole temple is sculpted directly from the rock face, including all of the interior. The thrones are decorated on their sides with Nile gods symbolically uniting Egypt. Between the legs and on each of their sides stand smaller statues of members of the royal family, and beneath the giant sculptures are carved figures of bound captives.
The first hall inside the temple contains eight large statues of the king as Osiris, four on each side, which also serve as pillars to support the roof. The walls are decorated in relief with scenes showing the king in battle, including the Battle of Kalesh on the north, and Syrian, Libyan and Nubian wars on the south wall, and also presenting prisoners to the gods.
The sanctuary contains a small altar and in its rear niche are four statues. These cult images represent Ramesses II himself, and the three state gods of the New Kingdom: Ra-Horakhty, Ptah, and Amun-Ra. Before the statues rests a block upon which would have rested the sacred barque itself. The axis of the temple is arranged so that on two days of the year, February 22 and October 22, the rising sun shoots its rays through the entrance and halls until it finally illuminates the sanctuary statues.
To the north of the main temple a smaller temple was built in honor of Ramesses’ great wife, Nefertari, and the goddess Hathor. As with Ramesses’ own temple, the cliff face was cut back to resemble sloping walls of a pylon. Six colossal standing figures 11m high, four of Ramesses and two of Nefertari, were cut from the rock face, along with smaller figures of the royal family. An inscription over the entrance reads "Ramesses II, he has made a temple, excavated in the mountain, of eternal workmanship, for the chief queen Nefertari, beloved of Mu, in Nubia, forever and ever, Nefertari for whose sake the very sun does shine."

As a side note: Ramses II had a harem of wives, although his special wife was Nefertari, and more than 150 children have been identified by name as his - presumably there are more!

So totally stuffed, I have no energy left to look at anything else. I am resting for the afternoon before braving the souk tonight.

Day 4 - Fun with Egypt Rail!

I had bought a ticket for the train to Aswan leaving at 9.30am, one of only three trains during the day that tourists are allowed to travel on. The train arrived at 12.30. I'll never complain about Connex again!

I had a first class ticket, carriage 1, and had met up with a couple of Brits while waiting who were in carriage 2. When the train finally arrived we all got put into the same carriage anyway and sat with ewach other, which was very nice. It's all very well travelling in a Muslim country as a single female - whatever your age or marital status the men feel free to propose to you or treat you strangely. Safety in numbers was a welcome respite, especially with a man!
I'm glad I booked first class, would hate to see second! Anyway it was ok and there was an armed guard in the carriage so we felt pretty safe!
It took 3 hours to get here to Aswan, so we arived much later than I thought but at least I knew I had a bed for the night. The train was OK until we got about half an hour out of Aswan (10 minutes we were told by the official person who wandered through) and we basically crept metre by metre into the sattion. Ye Gods I was tired of this!
Got a taxi to my hotel with the Brits - not enough room in the boot so my suitcase got heaved onto the packrack - no tying it down so I had my fingers crossed, but we arrived safely and I found a very nice man who carried the heavy bag up the flight of stairs and then REFUSED to take any money for it!! In the land of baksheesh this is unbelievable!
My room is't big enough to swing a cat in and the bathroom is tiny but it looks clean and there's a double bed. It's noisy as hell outside but I am hoping that it quiets down, as I will have to be in bed early tonight as I have booked to go to Abu Simbel at 3.15am. We have to go in a convoy with police escort, which all sounds rather dramatic, but then we are a lot closer to the Sudan border here.
The hotel is absolutely full of Egyptian families on holiday with their children - the women all smile at me and say hello, so it feels quite comfortable.
I am off now to try and find the restaurant in Souk street that was recommended to me. Egytpian food - real Egyptian food if you are strong enough, he told me. God knows what that means but I must remember to take all my drugs with me tomorrow just in case!

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Day 3 - The West Bank ...

They changed the muezzin for the first call to prayer. This one was very soothing and almost musical. Very pleasant way to wake up even at that unearthly time, and I slept through the next one!
Met Diaa at the ferry and crossed to the West Bank, where I met his cousin Sayed and we headed off to the Valley of the Kings.
The Valley lies in a deep ravine of the limestone hills near Qurna, and is sacred to the local goddess Mertseger (she who loves silence - hah!) and to Hathor. The valley is surrounded by high cliffs, dominated by a pyramid shaped peak.
There have been 62 tombs found in the Valley, and they are still finding more I believe, but only a few are open to the public at any one time. Basically you get a ticket for three tombs, and no photos allowed inside the tombs (unless, I found out later, you bribe someone! This IS Egypt after all!)
I had decided that I would go to the tomb of Tuthmosis III first, as it was furthest away, but honestly didn't realise how hard it would be! It was dug 30m above the ground in an effort to foil thieves (in vain) and so you climb up a 30m metal staircase then descend into the tomb. Oh yes that means you have to climb back up, which in the heat was exhausting. Tuthmosis III was buried in about 1490 BC, and was taught by Hatshepsut before he asserted sole rule and created an Egyptian empire extending from Syria to Nubia. The site was only discovered in 1998!
Inside the tomb was quite fabulous - with the walls painted portraying the Book of Amduat - That which is in the Underworld, as well as a blue ceiling with yellow stars. There is a red granite sarcophagus inside.
Second stop was the to KV14, the Tomb of Queen Tawsert and Sethnakht. This was originally built for the queen of Seti II, Tawsert, but was appropriated by the 20th Dynasty pharoah Sethnakht after he ran into difficulties digging his own tomb! Third stop was the tomb of Ramses IV, which had some fabulously painted scenes from the Book of the Dead.

Next stop was Hatshepsut's Temple at Deir al-Bahri. What a breathtaking sight - partly cut into the sheer rock behind it and rising in tiers up out of the desert. The columns of the portico around the upper terrqce were decorated with Osiride statues of Hatshepsut, characteristically represented as a male king with a beard! She was the fifth pharoah of the 18th dynasty, and had a long, prosperous and largely peaceful reign. The temple is part of a larger complex, now largely lost, which incorporate temples for Tuthmosos III and Montuhotep II, and in front were planted myrrh trees and a row of sphinxes that led to the Temple of Karnak.

Last stop before I fell exhausted and starving was Medinat Habu, which is dominatd by the mortuary temple of Ramses III, modelled on Ramses II's temple at the Ramesseum (coming up soon!). during invasions of Egypt in the 20th Dynasty, the entire population of Thebes took refuge within its walls.

The rampart itself was a large gateway of distinctive design modeled after a migdol or fortress. Fronted by guard-houses, the gateway sides are decorated with images of the king trampling enemies of Egypt, and sculpted figures of the monarch standing atop the heads of captives project from the walls. A large relief representation of the god Ptah was here, having the power to transmit the prayers of those unable to enter the temple to the great god Amun within.

The upper rooms of the gate-house functioned as a kind of royal retreat or harem, its walls graced with representations of the king relaxing with young women. Perhaps it was here that the attempted assassination of Ramesses III took place. Its massive outer pylons are the most imposing of any temple in Egypt, and are decorated with colossal images of the king destroying captured enemies before the gods. The temple’s outer walls also depict important battle and victory scenes over the Libyans and Sea Peoples. These scenes are continued into the first court.

On the northern side of this court were large statues of the king as Osiris, and on the south a columned portico with the window of appearances in which the king stood or sat during formal ceremonies and festivities. The large statues of the second court were destroyed in the early Christian era when the area was converted into a church. Relief scenes here still in good condition depict rituals connected with the god Min, and on the rear wall of the portico, a procession of the king’s numerous sons and daughters.

Off to the left of the second Hypostyle Hall is the funerary chamber of Ramesses III, with the god Thoth shown inscribing the king’s name on the sacred tree of Heliopolis.

The focus of the main axis of the temple is the sanctuary of Amun. It was once finished in electrum with a doorway of gold and the doors themselves of copper inlaid with precious stones. Behind the sanctuary lies a false door for Amun-Ra united with eternity, namely, the divine form of Ramesses III.

On the southeastern side of the temple are the remains of a royal palace, which was probably much smaller than the king’s main residence, serving as a spiritual palace as well as the occasional royal visits. It was originally decorated with glazed tiles, and its bathrooms were lined with limestone to protect the mud-brick. From the palace, the king could enter the first court, or peruse it from a window of appearances on its southern side.

To the right of the complex entrance stands the earliest section of the complex, the so-called "Small Temple", founded in the 18th Dynasty, and repeatedly expanded and usurped under later dynasties. It stood on one of the most sacred spots in all Egypt, the primeval hill which first rose out of the receding waters of Chaos. An inscription describes it as the burial place of the four primal pairs of gods.

A lovely side piece to this place: Ramses would pay his soldiers after a battle according to how many men they had killed , so they would brutally chop off the hands or penises of their enemies, these grisly trophies would ensure their reward from the king. Rows of scribes calmly and methodically counted and recorded these grisly spoils of war, from the baskets of blood dripping hands that are piled high waiting to be emptied and then counted. All shown on the walls!

Lunch was at Mohammed's restaurant, a nice meal with a lovely salad of fresh tomatoes that I hope doesn't make me sick, accompanied by his two cats, Hilary Clinton and Barrack Obama. Both reasonably healthy looking for Egytpian cats, and Hilary had one blue eye and one brown, very striking!

After lunch I had pretty much exhausted all my reserves, so I decided to visit a couple of the Tombs of the Nobles and the Ramusseum and then call it quits for the day.

The Ramusseum is the mortuary temple of Ramses II, and lies largely in ruins. Ramses II built his fabulous mortuary temple on the site of Seti I's ruined temple, where he identified himself with the local form of the God, Amun. It was begun early in his reign, and took twenty years to complete. It was described by Diodorus as the 'tomb of Ozymandia' which inspired a verse by the great poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley. Diodorus also mentions a 'sacred library' at the temple, though modern Egypologists have found no evidence to support this claim. This great temple reportedly rivaled the wonders of the temple at Abu Simbel, and is very similar both in reliefs and architecture to Ramesses III's mortuary temple at Medinet Habu. However, Ramesses built the temple too close to the Nile and the flood waters took their toll. Only a single colonnade remains of the First Courtyard.

The main building where the funerary cult of the king was celebrated was a typical stone-built New Kingdom temple. It consisting of two successive courtyards with pylon entrances, and a hypostyle hall with surrounding annexes. The pylons, some of the oldest examples of such structures, are decorated with scenes from the Battle of Kadesh. These scenes show Ramesses fighting the Hittites. He is shownin a heroic counterattack, standing in his chariot firing arrows with deadly precision at the fleeing Hittites.

The second court is much more complete then the first. It is flaked both east and west by pillarered porticos with Osiride statues of Ramesses. These statues show Ramesses being summoned to rebirth in anew life, tightly wrapped in a shroud with his arms crossed, holding his scepters.

The hypostyle hall has a well preserved ceiling in the center. It was lit by traceried windows. Behind the facade on the interior (south) wall is a scene showing the capture of the Syrian fortress of Dapur, while across the hall at the far end of the west wall, Ramesses Ii si depicted receiving his scepters from Amun-Re. The Hall led to a room for the sacred bark (a ritual boat) and sanctuary.

In front of the ruins is the base of the colossus of Ramesses that once stood 17m high. The statue would have weighed more than 1,000 tons and was bought from Aswan in one piece. On the granite colossus's shoulder is an inscription describing Ramesses as the "sun of Princes". The statue fell into the Second Court and the head and torso remain there, but the other broken pieces are in museums all over the world. It is this statue that Shelly's poem alludes to:

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who Said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert, Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;
Look on my work, ye Might, and despair!?
Nothing beside remains, Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and leve sand stretch far away.

So onto the Tombs of the Nobles, which was OK but I was just about completely tombed out by now, then off home stopping at the Colossi of Memnon on the way. These two enthroned statues of Amenhotep III tower 18m above the desert, and originally guarded his mortuary temple - reputedly the largest in Egypt but now gone...

so endeth the third day, tomorrow off to Aswan for Abu Simbel.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Day 2 - Karnak and Luxor Temples, plus a felucca on the Nile!

Day 2.
Slept in a little this morning and didn’t get moving until about 9am, even after being woken by the first call to prayer. Walked to the railway station through the local neighbourhood, with kids playing in the street, women washing and cleaning and men sitting around doing sweet FA. Well some of them were working, there were many carts pulled by donkeys moving through the back streets – it’s quite rural here in many ways. The donkeys all looked skinny and were well and truly whipped when they carried on, which some of them were certainly doing. There are lots of cats everywhere, skinny mangy dirty looking things, foraging through rubbish piles and fighting all through the night.


Caught a taxi from the station to Karnak Temple. When I got there, there were a million tour buses lined up, which was a little disheartening, however they all seem to get about an hour at each place then head off, so I knew it was just a matter of waiting them out. The German tourists were probably the worst, pushing and shoving with little respect for anyone else.


It was already hot, and I had left my hat behind, not thinking I would need it. Wrong. Lucky I had sunblock and water, but it was a hard slog.
I won’t bore you with all the details about Karnak as it is a HUGE site. It’s Egypt’s most important Pharaonic site, and the temples were built over a 1300 year period and cover about 100 acres. The largest temple is the Temple of Amun, the king of the gods. It started in the 11th Dynasty as a modest sized temple, but it’s scale grew as pharaoh after pharaoh added to it and changed the existing buildings. During the 19th Dynasty around 80,000 men worked in the temple as labourers, guards, priests and servants. The temple lay buried under sand for 1,000 years before they started excavation work in the mid 19th century. This is still continuing. I suppose this is one of the amazing things about Egypt – what else is out there but can’t be dug up because there are towns, cities or mosques built on top of them?


The entrance to the temple is flanked by rows of ram-headed sphinxes, which once led to the Nile. Inside is the Colossus of Ramses II, with one of his daughters at his feet, in front of the entrance to the Great Hypostyle Hall. This huge hall was supported by 134 gigantic columns, all with stunning reliefs. The huge stone lintels are still largely in place, and it is almost impossible to imagine what it looked like with a roof on.


Past this, and past a couple of obelisks, granite statues, pylons and the Great Festival Temple, you emerge at the end of the complex to find a rather grotty looking sacred lake. Priests used to purify themselves in this before performing rituals in the Temple, but I doubt anyone would go anywhere near it nowadays. It seems a pity when you have this absolutely magnificent complex, to not drain the lake and clean it up.


I wandered away from the Germans and went around to an area which seemed to be closed off, until the armed guide, after asking me if I was from Sweden and being told no, Australia, said I could go have a look. There were a couple of surveyors around there but blessedly no tourists! The ninth pylon was another spectacular sight, even though I really have no idea what was on it!


Back into the maze of courtyards I went through the Temples of Khonsu and Opet and then out into the heat of midday. Even the guys selling papyrus and stone scarabs only had a desultory go at hassling me! I walked out and decided I didn’t feel like walking the 2 km back to the Luxor Temple, so took a calesh, a horse-drawn cart, for about $1.50 Australian. Bargain!



Luxor Temple.


Luxor Temple certainly dominates the town of Luxor. The temple was dedicated to the Thebans Amun, Mut and Khonsu, and was largely completed by the 18th dynasty pharaoh Amenhotep III and added to during the reign of Ramses II in the 19th dynasty. It was later modified by other rulers, including Alexander the Great, but it’s design remained coherent, the opposite of Karnk. In the 3rd century AD the site was occupied by a Roman camp and thereafter abandoned, and over the years it was engulfed in sand and silt and a town grew up over it. In 1881 it was rediscovered and the town moved, all but the 13th century mosque which still stands within the walls, the height of it showing the height of the town.

The temple is approached by a row of sphinxes which once stretched all the way from Luxor to Karnak, 2 km away. The enormous first pylon is decorated with scenes from Ramses II's victory over the Hittites int he battle of Qadesh. There are two enormous seated colossi of Ramses II and a 25m high pink granite obelisk, which is one of a pair - the other donated to the French people early in the 19th century which now stands in the Place de la Concorde in Paris.

Inside a double row of papyrus bud columns encircles the court, interspersed with huge standing colossi of Ramses II. More giant black granite statues of Ramses II guard the entrance to the original part of the temple, which begins with the Colonnade of Amenhotep III, with its avenue of 14 columns. The walls here were embellinshed during the reign of Tutenkamun and show the annual Opet festival, when the images of Amun, Mut and Khonsu were taken in procession from Karnak to Luxor.

After the collonade is the fantastic Court of Amenhotep III, which has double rows of towering papyrus columns, supposedly the best preserved and most elegant in t he temple. On the southern side of the court is a hypostyle hall (hypostyle is a flat ceiling supported by columns), with 32 papyrus columns in four rows of eight, bearing the cartouches (an oblong enclosure with a horizontal line at one end, indicating that the text enclosed is a royal name) of Ramses II, Ramses IV, Ramses VI and Seti I.

More,more, more.. too much to do here, and probably for you to read!

After wandering around here for a couple of hours, and just sitting in one of the courtyards escaping the heat and drinking in the atmosphere, I wandered out onto the Corniche de Nile, the main street along the Nile. After the peace of the Temple, I was assaulted by dozens of men trying to get me to do a felucca ride. I beat most of them off, agreeing to come back at 4pm for a felucca ride with a young man called Diaa, and found a reasonable looking place to sit and watch the Nile and have a quiet beer and some felafel.

Four found Diaa waiting for me at the stairs to take me to his felucca, a small sailing boat. We spent about 45 mins sailing up the Nile until the sun had set, and the wind dropped completely. During this time we just watched the world go by along the banks; a soccer match int he dust, kids swimming, camels waiting to be ridden (little ones, not like ours!), and being assailed by young children, some as young as about 3 and none older than about 8, rowing very dodgy looking boats up and asking us for money!

Sending his young assistant scurrying up the mast like a little monkey to tie up the sail, the two of them got out some primitive looking oars and rowed us back. Diaa's 'cousin' was apparently available to chauffer me around in his new taxi, with airconditioning, if I wanted to do the West Bank tomorrow. I did, and so we made the deal.



Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Egypt Day 1 - Abydos and Dendara Temples

NOTE: I'm not going to post any photos here - too much hassle. They're on my picasaweb page, link on the left.

Day 1

After finally getting into Luxor at about 8pm on Monday night, decided to hit the ground running and go on a day trip to Abydos and Dendara on the first day. Always a great way to avoid any jet lag – just keep moving! I slept like a log, but was woken by the first call to prayer at 4.45 am, then the second at god knows what time. We left at 8am on the minibus – just three of us and our guide and driver, and drove for three hours through huge agricultural areas of sugar cane, tomatoes, cabbages and other veggies, with the ‘convoy’. This is to protect tourists, and basically was a loose group of tour buses with police escort travelling through the countryside. This is the only way that tourists are allowed to travel out of the cities in Egypt now.

It was nice travelling in the rural areas, through little villages and towns, with donkey drawn carts and just donkeys loaded with freshly cut sugar cane charging along the streets. Whenever we stopped anywhere, even to wait for a train to cross, local children would rush over to the bus and smile and wave to us. They all seemed to want pens, so I wish I had thought ahead and packed a couple of boxes of them. They are all filthy dirty, as I guess you would expect given that they run around in the dust of the desert all day!

Before I get into the temples we saw, you need to know the major gods to know where everything fits. Some of them were:

Anubis, the jackel-headed god of embalmers.

Hathor,the goddess of love, pleasure and beauty,

Horus, the falcon-headed god closely identified with each pharaoh,

Isis, the goddess of magic,

Maat, goddess of truth and balance,

Nut, goddess of the sky,

Osiris, god of the underworld,

Ptah, creator god and patron of craftsmen,

Sekhmet, lioness goddess of destruction,

Oh and then there’s Ra-Harakhty – who was the combination of the sky god Horus and the sun god Ra, whose right eye was the sun and left eye the moon.

Abydos. According to my guide this is the cult centre of Osiris, god of the dead, and was regarded as the holiest of Egyptian towns in Pharaonic times. There were a large group of women all in white there who were on some sort of spiritual tour through the middle east, but not many other tourists.

Tradition has it that Osiris, or at least his head, was laid to rest here after being murdered by his brother Seth and his mutilated body strewn over the countryside. All ancient Egyptians tried to make a pilgrimage to the town or be buried there.

This used to be a huge walled town, but what is left is the 19th Dynasty Cenotaph Temple of Seti I. This was built during Seti I’s reign between 1294 and 1279 BC, and is one of the most intact temples in Egypt – still having a roof helps. It’s constructed of white limestone and has a lot of figures that have retained their original colour. After the death of his father, Ramses II built his own temple to the north of Seti I’s temple, but only part of this is intact. Outside there is lots of rubbish, although we were told that they did clean it up every day – the argument is that it blows in off the desert although from God knows where. However that’s one of the most striking things that you notice in Egypt – the rubbish everywhere. There is plastic everywhere – despite the fact that they burn much of their domestic rubbish, plastic included, which means there is a particularly noxious smoke around for much of the time, mixed at this time of the year with smoke from the burning off of the sugar cane.

So back to Abydos. Some of the scenes inside show Seti I with the gods Horus and Osiris. Inside the temple there are seven chapels dedicated to a deified Seti I, and the gods Ptuh, Ra-Harakhty, Amun, Osiris, Isis and Horus. Each of the chapels contained the barque of the relevant god and was served daily by the high priests. Behind the temple Seti had built the Osireon (tomb of Osiris) from huge blocks of granite from Aswan, but much of this is under water and again with lots of rubbish around.

One of the things that Mara had told us to look for, which isn’t mentioned in the guidebooks, was a lintel on which are some very interesting carvings – one looks like a helicopter, one a racing car, one a submarine, and another a space ship – to me it looked like the Enterprise! Maybe Eric Von Daniken was right after all …

Inside the first chamber it was very Indiana Jones-ish, with beams of light coming through the roof onto the pillars. It was very beautiful and peaceful, particularly when the Japanese tourists had left! The chapels are quite stunning, with exquisite relief carvings.

After exploring Abydos we set off on the drive back to Dendara Temple. We stopped on the way for the driver to buy fresh molasses from the side of the road, and for a treat for those that wanted to try it, molasses cones, which were boiled molasses put into cones for shape until they solidified, making these sort of brown sugar toffee cups. The American couple with me tried them and said they were delicious, but I didn’t think it would be a great idea for me!

We arrived at Dendara late in the day – which was unfortunate as we were rushed around it quite a bit.

Dendara is where Hathor supposedly gave birth to Horus’s child, the god Ihy, and was Hathor’s cut centre from pre-Dynastic times. The temple was buried in sand until the 19th century, and so has remained pretty intact. The current temple is Greco-Roman but it’s desogn is that of a typical Pharaonic temple, with a series of large hypostyle halls leading to a dark sanctuary, surrounded by a maze of store rooms, chapels and crypts. There are also two birthing houses and a Coptic basiclica on the grounds.

Inside it was glorious. On the pylons outside are reliefs showing the Roman emperors Tiberius and Claudius making offerings to Hathor and Horus, and inside the columns are all topped with Hathor heads. There is an astronomical ceiling which is still beautifully coloured , with zodiac signs and the sun god Ra sailing his sacred barque across the sky. Inside the temple we went down into a tiny crypt, which was a little claustrophobic but well worth it for the stunning scenes along the walls. Then up into the sunlight again to the New Year chapel, where rituals were performed before taking Hathor’s statue up to the roof. On the ceiling are reliefs showing Nut giving birth to the sun.

From there we went up onto the roof of the chapel, where an open-air chapel was where the statues were exposed to the sunlight once a year to be revitalized by the sun. We went into another crypt on the roof in which the reliefs showed what looked like the Ark of the Covenant. Will have to check this one!

From there we descended a long, beautifully decorated staircase in which the stairs had almost completely worn out from centuries of use, and back into the temple.

Outside on the west wall were other huge reliefs showing offerings to Hathor, and on the south wall is a large one showing Cleopatra making offerings to Hathor with her so by Julius Caesar, Caesarion, standing in front of her burning incense. Next to this is the Temple of Isis, a relatively new addition, built by the Roman emperor Augustus between 30 BC and 14 AD.

So that was the first day! We got back into town at about 6.30, after the curfew but we got checked back off and allowed in.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Off to Egypt

Well here we go again for another year.

First part of this trip, which I will try FAITHFULLY to blog, is to Egypt, in particular to Luxor and Aswan. I leave at 5pm this afternoon, fly to Singapore, then Frankfurt, Cairo, and finally to Luxor. I'll be there at about 8pm n Monday, Egypt time.

After a week in southern Egypt I head to Sharm El Sheikh, in Southern Sinai, for a meeting, then on to Brussels, Belgium for a week. Will be home around Feb 23rd.

So that's it for now... I'll post whenever I can.

Cheers
Sue

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Chapter 3 - Into the Okavango

Early the next morning we bounced into town in the truck and split into two groups to fly into the Okavango Delta. The first group will fly in at 9am and we will go in the second group at 10. We while away the time drinking real coffee at the cafe over the road from the airport and watching the goats and people go by. Maun is a real outback town - it's dry, incredibly dusty, there are 4WD everywhere, people park all over the place and yet will sit and wait patiently for the goats to cross the road.

Finally the time came for us to go. Our pilots were two Kiwis who looked about 14.... and they were both only 18 anyway, getting their flying hours up. As I got in we were reminded to watch our heads -of course when they said this I lifted mine up and clouted my skull on an air vent - had an egg-sized lump within minutes! So a slight concussion to go with a severe fee
ling of trepidation about going on this little plane!! My fellow passengers keep patting me on the knee and asking if I'm ok... do I look that pale? do I look like I'm about to faint? probably...LOL

However once we're off and in the air it's all worth it.

The Okavango Delta is one of the world’s largest inland water systems. It's headwaters start in Angola’s western highlands, with numerous tributaries joining to form the Cubango river, which then flows through Namibia (where it's called the Kavango) and finally enters Botswana, where it is then called the Okavango.

Millions of years ago the Okavango river used to flow into a large inland lake called Lake Makgadikgadi (now Makgadikgadi Pans). Tectonic activity and faulting interrupted the flow of the river causing it to backup and form what is now the Okavango delta. This has created a unique system of water ways that now supports a vast array of animal and plant life in what would have otherwise been a dry Kalahari savanna.


The delta’s floods are fed from the Angolan rains, which start in October and finish sometime in April. The floods only cross the border between Botswana and Namibia in December and reach the bottom end of the delta (Maun) sometime in July,
taking almost nine months from the source to the bottom. This slow meandering pace of the flood is due to the lack of drop in elevation, the rivers drop a little more than 60 metres over a distance of 450 kilometres. The delta’s water deadends in the Kalahari – via the Botetle river, with over 95 per cent of the water eventually evaporating.


During the peak of the flooding the delta’s area can expand to over 16,000 square kilometres, shrinking to less than 9,000 square kilometres in the low period. As we fly in we can see the delta below us, vast swampy areas with rivulets snaking through them. Utterly fantastic. This is what it looks like from the air.

We start our descent into the Gunn's Camp airstrip. I've forgotten how scared I was in the exhilaration of the flight. There are zebras to the left of the runway and as we make our final approach baboons and warthog scatter. One warthog remains, strolling along the side of the airstrip to greet us.

The plane reloads and disappears in a cloud of dust. We stroll across the airstrip to the water, where there are three mokoros, traditional canoes, waiting to take us to the camp. Two to a mokoro, we set off through the reeds and waterlilies. We feel like we're a million miles from civilisation, it's utterly peaceful and beautiful as we glide quietly through the reeds, with just the occasional comment from the polers as we go along, pointing out birds, waterlilies and frogs.

We arrive at the camp about 20 minutes later, where the rest of the group are waiting for us. We're next to the Moremi Game Reserve and the whole area is unfenced, so Craig explains the camp safety rules:

  • watch out for warthogs in the toilets - they like to sleep in there and pull the pipes out to get water. Make sure the gate at the entrance to the toilets is shut well!
  • If you need to go to the toilet in the night, wait on the balcony first and listen. If there's an elephant or hippo between you and the toilets, there's a gezunder in the tent!
  • make sure all doors are zipped tight or the baboons will get in and ransack your room.
sigh. we really are in Africa!! We sit on the balcony after lunch, looking out onto the delta.
Michael spotted about 7 elephants off in the distance, probably about a kilometre away.
About 4pm we set off in the mokoros again.

Our polers keep a watchful eye out for hippos or elephants, taking us through completely new channels if they see anything untoward. Although we were heading for the hippo pool, there are none there, and so we head towards the crashing of elephants. The hippos will have been scared off by the elephants, and will be hiding somewhere in the reeds.

We heard the elephants long before we saw them. As we came quietly around a bend, there they were - an older bull and a young bull elephant bathing and playing in the water, about 20m away from us. We sat and watched them - swinging their trunks across the water to splash the other one, just mucking about. There were three others on the left, one to the right on an island and two in front. It was a bachelor herd, so lots of beautiful ivory tusks gleaming in the afternoon light. After these two finished playing and emerged from the water, we poled over to a little island and stood watching the herd, with our guides telling us all about them.

A young male headed towards us - we bunched into a tight group and stood still until he decided we were ok and ambled away. It was a breathtaking experience. As we poled back to camp in the dwindling light, we could see where the elephants had been - it looked like a tank had been through it!


As the sun set over the delta, we enjoyed a meal prepared by the lovely cooks and sat chatting around the campfire. Craig called us into the kitchen to see the Spotted Genet - one of several that visit on a regular basis scrounging for food.


Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Africa - Next installment

OK, last night before I fell asleep I managed to get up to our first stop for the trip, Ghanzi. The next morning, in the freezing cold (well OK about 5 degrees!) the intrepid amongst us got up at about 5.30 (we were woken by a phone call from the credit union calling to find out what was going on and assuring me that it would all be sorted out when I got home) and went on a game drive. We saw a number of animals before it was light enough to take photos, primarily elan I think. We drove for quite a while and saw lots of things in the distance, but then pulled up where they keep their lions. Tautona, the name of the lodge, means Big Lion in Setswana. The ones we saw first were not fully grown but quite big, and we went into their enclosed area with them and could pat them on the head. They were gorgeous, but weren't all that keen on all the attention - they were a bit playful and several people felt lion claws and teeth in their legs! The next enclosure had some smaller ones - they were very cute. I think they were about 6 months old, and the smallest of them, Dozi, was scooped up and offered to us to hold. I don't think any of us could resist - certainly not me!

After playing with these ones for a while we went to visit their parents, two big females and a male, and their four newest cubs who were playing outside. These ones were more amenable to being handled, although they got tired of it fairly quickly and made these very cute growling noises. Despite their youth they have very sharp and big teeth and claws!

In the back area are three cheetahs, and these are definitely not tame! We went in with one of the workers who led us quite close.
There came a point though where the nearest one bared his teeth and growled loudly - we figured that was close enough!

For the rest of the photos go to the web album.

After breakfast we set off again. We have crossed most of the Kalahari now, and the light and the landscape are stunning. There are thousands of goats and donkeys, and many small round huts in tiny settlements.

The stop for tonight is at Sitatunga Camp, just outside the 'outback' town of Maun. It's very dusty and basic, but we scored the only double bed in camp! No windows however and it's cold tonight! There was another group who had just come out of the Delta who were busy in the showers, so we waited until later, made sure the donkey boiler was working, then had passable hot showers. Early start in the morning as we are flying into the Okavango Delta - which will be the next instalment.

Africa Blog - part 1

It's been an interesting couple of weeks, as I go through the roughly 6000 photos I realise just how much we've seen and done in that time. I'm sitting here at 6.20pm in Gaborone, Botswana; the sun's down, it's dark outside and the peacocks have finally stopped screeching!

The trip started really well. The first day in South Africa my debit card was skimmed and my bank account drained of all money then frozen by the credit union. Great start to the holiday but fortunately Michael's account was untouched although he used the same ATM. I still kick myself because I knew something was wrong but i didn't want to offend anyone, so I let myself be scammed. I've learned my lesson! Joburg airport is a nightmare. Ostensibly they are improving it but there is construction everywhere, getting through immigration is painfully slow and the only security we saw was a very disinterested police officer at a desk.. unlike other major cities there were none anywhere near the ATMs, which should have set the alarm bells off. However we made it through and went to a really nice B&B in Joburg - they picked us up from the terminal. There is a high fence topped by a multi-strand electric fence and barred windows, back to base security and we're quite glad of it! The headlines in the paper the next morning told if the police breaking a gang who were kidnapping tourists from Joburg airport and murdering them. Maybe I was fortunate that I just had my card hijacked.

We were dropped back at the airport for the 2 hour flight across Botswana to Windhoek, in Namibia, flown by the self-proclaimed 'Captain Fantastic'! He reminded us to check for all personal posesions, as anything left behind would be divided up amongst the crew. LOL.

We stepped down onto the tarmac and it was like something out of another world - the landscape is different, the sky is not as blue as ours but it was a spectacularly beautiful day. We negotiated a price for a cab to take us to out hotel and off we went. It's a fair way out of town and took us about 1/2 an hour to get in. When we got to the hotel we got our first taste of African hotelery! There had been power shedding (strange euphemism - when there is not enough power they turn it off for a few hours...) and so the machine that did the room keys was, of course, not working. The security guard had to come with us and let us into the room, and when we went out later we had to come back and find him to let us back in. High security!! So we went out anyway and cruised up the main street - unfortunately being Sunday almost everything was closed, but we found a few straggling stalls that had obviously formed part of a street market.


We wandered until we found an internet cafe to email the credit union about my debit card, and then to a petrol station to buy some water! For dinner that night we ventured to La Marmite (emphasis on the e at the end, NOT like the marmite spread!). The LP guide had recommended this as the place to get wonderful North and West African cuisine, and I had a Cameroon curry and Michael chicken kebabs. With wine and soft drinks this came to about $23 Australian! Early night as, frankly, there was nothing else to do.


Next morning we were picked up by the Nomad truck, and apparently we were supposed to be at a different hotel, where the rest of the people on the trip had stayed, but thankfully they found us. There are only 9 others on the trip, plus a German translator who had left her Germans in Windhoek so was basically the off-sider to the cook for the rest of the trip.

We set off for the Buitepos border, about a 500km drive, where we enter Botswana. We stopped at Gobabis to get supplies, which gave us our first opportunity to really see an African town. The most fascinating, I thought, were the Herero women. The Herero belong to the Bantu group, wth about 240,000 members alive today. The majority of the Herero live in Namibia, with the remainder living in Botswana and Angola.

Herero women wear very long, flowing Victorian gowns over hooped petticoats and distinctive head dresses. Multiple layers of petticoats made from over 12 metres of material are voluminous. Apparently missionaries who were appalled by the Hereros` semi-nakedness introduced this style of dress in the 1800`s. Now the Hereros continue to wear these heavy garments and it has become their traditional dress. The dresses are generally hand-made by the Herero women, and are an important part of a young lady's "coming of age". It is considered a privilege to be allowed to put on and wear the Herero dress. The hat is supposed to symbolize the horns of the cape buffalo, one of the mightiest animals of southern Africa. The sleeves are designed to billow like an elephant's trunk.

We cross the border into Botswana. It's really a pretty laid back border crossing, as you can see....


We have plenty of time to get used to travelling in the truck. It's not too bad after you get used to it, rough but we are enthralled by the Kalahari that we are crossing. It's not a sandy empty desert like the Namib, but has lots of small trees and grass cover. As we pass into Botswana the landscape changes, and the number of goats and donkeys steadily increases.

We arrive in Ghanzi, at Tautona Lodge, just before sunset. Into the lodge and find our room is ok, single beds and a tiny bathroom but somewhere clean to sleep. We have a few minutes to clean up then back in the truck to go down to where the backpackers are camped to see some dancing from the Bushmen. They arrive in their 4WD and get changed then dance for us.

The San, who were formally know as the Bushmen, are indigenous to Botswana (and Namibia) and have lived here for over 30,000 years. It is said that the word San meant ‘wild people who can’t farm’, however historically they didn’t have a collective word for
themselves. Now they call themselves Ncoakhoe meaning ‘red people’. They were nomadic people – primarily hunter gathers, moving to where the food and water could be found. It is estimated that there are 55,000 San people left, with 60% of them living in Botswana and many examples of their cave drawing can be found dotted around.