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Into the Heart of Darkness

2/7/2012

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Well, leg one of the journey to visit our long lost cousins, is successfully complete.
We enjoyed an eventless flight to Jakarta, which is always the best kind of flight don’t you think? We both agreed airline food is much maligned as we hoed into our chicken and vegetables and cous cous.
9 hours passed relatively quickly with inflight entertainment and kindle books. Christine fell asleep minutes after we took off, rousing from time to time to enjoy the splendour of the red centre as we flew over it – water water everywhere! A most amazing sight to see water courses and lakes where there are usually only red dust dunes..
We arrived at Jakarta airport to go straight through to the baggage hall – no queuing at immigration, because immigration comes to us – in our airline seat! Three hours after we took off, a couple of trolleys were wheeled down the plane and I kid you not, two immigration people checked passports, visas and declarations and we were processed!!! In fact we came out so quickly we even bounded past our pick-up...
I felt like one of the competitors of the Amazing Race or whatever it’s called – back pack and running shoes on, trying to get clues about money changing and where we would find the guy who was to get us transferred to the hotel. So we were in and out of terminals under the instructions of a variety of people until eventually one of the security guards allowed us back  in to the arrivals area and we managed to quiz some hotel limo guys who pointed us in the right (or rather left) direction and we found our guy, who was definitely wearing a very yellow uniform, but not the yellow hat we had been advised to expect.
All is good now – hotel is great, shower even better. We were shown into a room with a ginormous king-sized bed at first; they obviously didn’t follow our request for two singles. But soon enough we were transferred into a new room, so all is well – Christine and I won’t have to worry about thrashing about in bed, or inadvertently cuddling each other in a forgetful moment...

 It’s 30deg C and I even had a cool shower...

My overall impression of our first landing place is polite, friendly and helpful. Sleep, perchance to dream of red-heads until an early start tomorrow...

ZZZZZZZZZ





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This one doesn't bite

29/1/2012

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One of the more joyous travel moments of 2011 was a trip to Exmouth in Western Australia, accompanying a friend on a swim with whale sharks, a pleasure I had experienced in 2010.
We left booking everything to the last minute, which is generally a big mistake, and more so this time because we were planning our trip for the Easter weekend.
Alarm bells sounded when it was nigh impossible to book accommodation. In the end we took a camp site without power, and borrowed a tent.
On arrival we scouted around town to see if we could book a day out with the whale sharks. Undeterred by the bemused looks we received from most of the tour operators when asked if they had any seats available that weekend, and the hopeless look that followed a request to go on a wait-list, we finally found the one last seat on a boat. Friend and I wrangled over the place, and my superior logic finally won out: I had done it before so he should take the tour.
Now, my friend and I are eternal optimists, so I was only slightly dismayed at not getting a ride as well. We cheered each other on by commenting that something would happen, and he had a good feeling.
On the appointed morning for the rendez vous with the sharks, I was roused by my friend stomping about infuriated that his morning tea wasn't available. Since I was awake anyway, I accompanied him to the bus pick-up, to send him off.
When the tour bus arrived, my ever optimistic friend asked the driver if they had any vacancies, and again, there was that pitying look.
And then a voice at my elbow said: "My friend is sick and can't come, would you like to buy her ticket?" Would I ever!!!!
I have never been a sluggard at getting ready for things, but this time was a record - one blink and I reappeared with snorkel, fins and a grin from ear to ear.
Our up-beat-ness was rewarded big time - our tour followed a small juvenile, a mere two and a half meters long; juveniles are said to be far more curious than their grown up versions, diving less and staying on the surface more to check things out.
If you have never been swimming with whale sharks, the process goes like this: the boat takes you out into the deep sea, where the spotter planes help to locate sharks feeding on the surface. The boat then moves to a position in the shark's path, and a group of us leap into the water and swim furiously - with little idea of where the shark is. If our course is right, and we followed our group leader, we find ourselves in the path of the oncoming shark. One minute staring into an expanse of cobalt blue water, and the next a massive mouth appears out of the blue (both figuratively and literally) and we flap to get out of the way of the approaching maw. Have no fear dear reader, these creatures are gentle giants, and an accidental ingestion of humans is unlikely: anything larger than coral spawn is likely to be spat out or avoided in the first place. Then we swim alongside, and the most dangerous creatures are our swimming companions, all desperate to wring the most out of this experience - elbows, fins, hands and legs may be deployed against you to get as close as possible to these extraordinary creatures. Eventually, the shark has cruised enough, or has had enough of the following horde of humans, and dives into the depths once more, doing a reverse of its appearance, for long minutes you can see the creature descending, spots and all, and then suddenly, it's disappeared into its surrounding, so perfectly is it camouflaged.
At the end of our outing, like over-exited kids wanting just one more ride, we begged the captain for just one more swim, to be rewarded by our "little" friend who spent close to thirty minutes cruising around and about the boat, snapping at air bubbles, turning suddenly,  prompting a flurry of fins while we tried to maintain the requisite 3 meter distance.
Thirty minutes of magic, a triumphant result of positive thinking.
PS: I have an uncanny knack of finding perfect parking spots too!
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Not the best photos in the world, but you try taking a shot underwater with a disposable camera of indeterminate age.
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Travails of a blogger

13/6/2011

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Starting a photo website is proving to be both easy and challenging - putting the elements in is easy - but putting the photos in is proving more challenging.
And photos is what I want to load!
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Out of my depth; image taken with iphone at Bondi Icebergs
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