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The Cruise, Hong Kong, Singapore etc

Travelling from Shenzen back to Hong Kong to board the Virgo proved uneventful. Perhaps we are getting used to trains, border checks and immigration. We had to slow Bill down a bit as he raced ahead with his 30kg luggage on wheels but otherwise the trip was pleasant enough.dsc02250.jpg

Boarding the ship proved equally easy and within no time at all we had had the obligatory boarding photos taken, received our electronic pass and located our cabins. The cabins were bigger than I had imagined and very well appointed. Lack of a window was a little off-putting but by looking at the picture of a Mediterranean village long enough I could at least imagine we could see out. Mary had convinced us to pay a little extra for deck 9, rather than being “down below”. This was a great idea because it meant all the fun decks were nice and handy.

imgp0050.jpgThe four of us explored the ship, locating the many restaurants and bars, swimming pools, health club etc. The main foyer was as good as any hotel, with a beautiful sweeping staircase, glass lifts and numerous shops dotted around the mezzanine. It was soon obvious that there would be no shortage of things to do on board but that the waistline was in for a pounding. We tested that out by settling in at the poolside bar for the first of many “refreshing ales”. Life on board revolves around the magic electronic card. You hand it over as a credit card, use it to record your presence at meals and scan it leaving and re-boarding the boat. Christine and I took the attitude early on that scrimping and saving was pointless and that we would book up what ever took our fancy. Meals are included in the trip costs but drinks and other snacks come at prices a bit below Perth pub prices. Shore excursions are also an extra expense. One can elect to go ashore under own steam but in reality the ship is not docked long enough to allow too much time to do your own thing.imgp0011.jpg

We went ashore in Sanya, a new resort town on the Southern end of Hianan Island (China). It was a rip-off. All they did was bundled us into a bus, took us to an ordinary beach where we were pestered by hawkers selling strings of rubbish pearls. Then they dumped us at a 6 storey department store complex for a couple of hours so we could be absolutely bored. The highlight of the store was when Bill wanted to by a cake of soap. We went into a supermarket but couldn’t locate the right aisle. Christine went off to get help, mimed washing under her arms and got carried away by an army of assistants to the deodorant section. The store had 10 times more assistants than customers. We couldn’t believe just how many workers were lining the aisles and standing in well-ordered groups until it occurred to us that they were actually part of a mass training exercise. Another highlight was exploring the roof-top area of the complex in search of a bar and a snack only to be lost in a massive seedy brothel. The girls were really impressed.

Bill and Mary also went ashore in Halong Bay (Vietnam) whereas we have cruised Halong before and stayed on board. They were left very unimpressed after a boring boat tour and an ordinary lunch at a run-down hotel.  The conclusion we have reached is that you don’t choose a cruise for the destinations, just the ship’s facilities.

After 4 days of cruising, we have both firmly decided that it is the way to go. We have now started keeping an eye on www.vacationstogo.com where last minute cruise vacancies are sold at discounts of up to 70%.

dscf1235.jpgLeaving and entering Hong Kong harbour is a fantastic experience. Rain and heavy mist spoiled some of the views but the vista of towering buildings clinging to the sides of the mountains is exceptional. On our return to Hong Kong, most of the passengers disembarked but we stayed on for a further night at sea. The ship filled up with Chinese wanting to put to sea to gamble. The trip out through the harbour at night is something to experience.

On our final return to Hong Kong, we got off the ship and caught the ferry from Kowloon over the harbour to Hong Kong Island. Bill and Mary had booked mid level hotel at JJs. It proved very good.  We went down-market and stayed at the Alisan Guest house. The room was actually smaller than the cabin on the Virgo but it did the trick for the couple of nights in Hong Kong. Christine and I quickly fell in love with HK. dscf1208.jpgIt is lively, bustling, clean and well organised (at least compared to Shenzen and Guangzou). Life can be a little pricey, with accommodation being very expensive by Asian standards and food being more like cheap Perth prices. During our time on the Virgo, the World’s financial systems had been going into melt-down and the Aussie Dollar lost nearly 20% of its value. As we went around HK and saw the exchange rates plummet on a daily basis, we kicked ourselves for not buying some $US at 95c on a few weeks earlier.
During our time in HK, we took the mandatory trip up Victoria Hill on the famous funicular tramway and took in the fabulous views of Victoria Harbour and across to Kowloon and the New Territories.

With Hong Kong behind us, we stopped off in Singapore for a couple of days unwind and to slow the pace a little. I think we almost regard Singapore as one of our many homes and can’t help returning to favourite eating places and locations. We stayed down in the Geylang District. Being a red light area, life on the streets is colourful and entertaining although a little heart wrenching to see the sad looks on the faces of some of the girls who have obviously been imported from other less affluent Asian countries.

dscf1271.jpgWe have been eagerly awaiting the opening of Singapore’s new “big wheel”, the Singapore Flyer. It is an immense wheel, modelled after London’s Millennium Wheel. We went on a one rotation 30 minute ride, taking in terrific views of Singapore and across the Straits of Malacca to Indonesia.

The flight back into Darwin went smoothly and we spend a couple of days resting up and packing for the long trip across the Kimberley to work in Derby. We stopped off for a couple of days work in Muludja (near Fitzroy Crossing) and caught up with Trev and Em. We were warmly welcomed in Muldja, with the kids all calling out “hello” to Benji and Poppy as we drove in. The days went by in a blur of work, travel and fishing once again on the Fitzroy (hooked and lost 1 barra). We finally arrived at Derby to set up ready for life between now and the end of the school year.

Along the Gibb

It has certainly been a long time since we last posted anything. It is at least good to know that a few people have remarked on our lack of communication. We have just emerged back into civilization, having been “out on the Gibb” for quite some time. Everything is very dusty, we are 2 tyres down and we have a huge pile of washing to do. We have set up camp in Kununurra and will remain here until we feel recovered enough to hit the road again. Since it is now Week 4 of the school term, I have to think back to what we got up to since I last posted anything……

For the last few days of the school holidays, we lazed around Fitzroy Crossing, taking advantage of the free rent at Trevor and Emmas (it’s nice to get something back from your kids) and did a spot of fishing (what else). Trevor managed a nice barra in the gorge whcih we promptly despatched to the stomach on getting home.

The start of school saw us out at Muludja, staying with our friend Jackie, another escapee from Kalumburu. Muludja is a community on the banks of the Margaret River on land excised from Fossil Downs Station. It is only about 35km from Fitzroy Crossing so it is quite convenient. Even so, we took the camper out and set up our own home. All the houses in Muludja are built on raised stilts for protection from floods so we set up under the house, giving plenty of shelter and shade.

The school has two classes, K-3 and 4-7 with an enrolment around 25 or so. The kids were absolutely delightful, having both a respect for teachers and an appetite to learn. We spent our time in the junior class, which seemed to have more Year Ones than anything else. Of course, the two bears came to class with us and proved an instant hit. They were mauled all day long, as one child after another took possession of them to hold while working. They read about bears, did maths with bears and read stories to the bears. We brought out all our electronic gadgets, made a movie of the school, had a wonderful time and got paid for it. What more could anyone ask? We still seem to spend a lot of time preapring for the next day’s lessons but as we go along, we gather more and more resources and ideas so in theory, the work will get easier and we will become more efficient. Jackie spoiled us each evening with her hospitality and we spent a couple of terrific evenings with her and Jenny Evans from the District Office catching up on all the news around the Kimberley schools. The movie we made will be shown at Wannanami (Mt Barnett) in a few weeks time and we will make a similar movie there to send back to Muludja kids.

It was back to Fitzroy Crossing for the weekend, before once again farewelling Trevor and Emma and heading off for a camp at Mooridah Crossing on the Fitzroy at Looma. We spent 3 lazy days fishing (with little success), sleeping and reading. Christine turned 54 and I pointed out that she is still below retirement age so she needs to keep working hard. That went down well. Then it was back into Derby to replenish supplies before crossing the Gibb River Rd to Mt Barnett for another week of work.

Along the way, we stopped for the night at Silent Grove and Bell Gorge, one of the most spectacular in the Kimberley. At the end of a day’s driving and an afternoon exploring the gorge, we were greeted by a flat tyre on the track back to Silent Grove. It was a very grubby and rather short tempered Terry that crawled into camp just on sun-down. We did some running repairs on tyres at Imitji and pulled into Mt Barnett the next day. Camp was set up at Manning Gorge campsite, some 7kms from the school. It was worth the comute though because we were able to have a relaxing swim in the best swimming hole in the North every afternoon. Watching the stready stream of campers come and go each day is also a great little distraction. The variety of camper trailers, tents, swags and even caravans is testimony to the financial power of the grey nomads.

Wananami School is wonderful. Gary and Ethel McKivett are frinds from Wyalkatchem days (they were at Cadoux). Gary is the Pricnipal and Ethel is the Registrar. Once again, they laid out the hospitality red carpet and kept us well supplied with the luxuries of life like ice. The staff is friendly and there is a real collegiate feel to the place. They have 3 classes, K-3, 4-6 and 7-12. We loved the kids and had some terrific teaching experiences in our week with them. Three very talented and engaging students worked on putting together a video about Wananami that we sent back to the kids in Muludja. Working with aboriginal kids who want to work and learn is a hugely rewarding thing to do. Mt Barnett is a very isolated part of the world. It sees a steady stream of off-road campers and 4-wheel drives but the average length of stay is only around 15 minutes or so. We met a few characters who live and work around the roadhouse. In the main, they are like us, itinerant and free to stop or go on.

From Mt Barnett, we back-tracked a little then headed South to Mornington Wildlife Conservation Centre, near the headwaters of the Fitzroy. This one-time station turned nature -lovers retreat caters for campers to luxury safari tents. As we worked our way along bumpy tracks to Dimond Gorge, the map told us we were only 90kms from Fitzroy Crossing, but nearly 400kms by road. One look at the King Leopold Ranges towering over us told us why the roads don’t exist.

Dimond Gorge was a bit of a let-down, as was Sir John Gorge. Perhaps we are a bit “gorged-out”. We packed up and commenced the 400km crossing of the Gibb River Road to Kununurra. Along the way, we stopped to help 3 British girls in a “Wicked Van”. They only had one spare, which was flat, and the car seemed to be shaking so badly that it would not steer straight. I suspect the rear shockies were blown. Cars like this should not be allowed out on the Gibb and the rental companies have to take some responsibility. We got the girls to the Durack River, were they could camp, swim and wait for help before driving on to Home Valley Station and reporting their plight to the Wicked Rental mob. They thanked us and said they would deal with things so I hope the girls were going to get some assistance.

Enough for now. Time to start cleaning everything in sight.

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