Monday 18th August
Let’s start the week off on a positive note.
Exactly three weeks from today is the settlement for the villa on the Gold Coast. I have held excitement, anticipation and planning at cautious arms-length just in case something goes wrong. Now that veil of cautiousness is lifting to soon be replaced by controlled panic that we will not be packed and ready to leave on time.
Wrong! Of course we will be ready.
This week’s excitement began today. After a slow morning at the office with not one, not two but three visiting Underwriters giving a tutorial and a new product launch (hmmm or is that a rebadged product?) I felt like I was not getting any work done. The visiting girl from Singapore also arrived and we all had a fish n chips (one of the Underwriters is a Kiwi so we teased her saying it was fush n chups) lunch in the boardroom. After lunch the Managing Director asked me to teach the girl from Singapore something new on the computer and suddenly it was time to leave.
As I approached my car in the shopping centre car-park I noticed Police Crime Scene tape around a car just two spaces from my car.
By the debris around the car and the colour of the bonnet it seems there was a car fire. I walked around the car several times looking at the damage and how close to collateral damage the RALLYE had come. But that was not really what caught my attention. It was a white Daihatsu Terios. Same model as ours but not as optioned as ours. But just seeing the car at first glance I thought it was ours. I usually take turns driving the RALLYE or TERIOS to work and park in much the same place every day. For a moment all I saw was a burned white TERIOS and my mind quickly went into replay mode trying to recall which car I drove to work this morning.
I do not need that sort of excitement in my life but I also considered some poor bugger does not have a car to get home this afternoon.
Wednesday 20th August
After my early morning walk and exercise regime it was time for breakfast. Then as the sun was climbing above the steep hillsides, the birds began their morning ritual. First the Kookaburras laughing to see another day. The Sulphur Crested White Cockatoos began their screeching declaring their annoyance at being woken. I know that later in the morning they will come to the trees in our yard looking for a meal. Also later in the morning will come the Lorikeets and then in the midday heat the aggressive Currarong will arrive. They will serenade the neighborhood with their constant warbling song.
I will miss the bird life here.
In the afternoon I arrived home from work to find friends Tony & Dawn had arrived. Their caravan is a pop top which was low enough to back down our driveway into the carport. Once under cover we were able to raise the roof and they will have their own home as long as they like to stay.
I had not expected them to arrive until tomorrow so had not planned dinner. Instead we walked to Jubilee Tavern and had an enjoyable meal.
Friday 22nd August
Tony and I finished digging a trench to divert water from a rainwater downpipe which is not connected to a storm-water system. Once the trench was, in our opinion, deep enough we went to Bunnings to find something to fit over the downpipe and a plastic pipe to drain the water. We found a agricultural drain pipe which sleeved in a tough outer material. The pipe was folded into four bends totaling less than a metre in length. The packaging stated the concertina design open out into an 8 metre length. After unpacking and connecting one end to the downpipe the rest of the pipe was stretched open and true to the packing it covered the full 8 metres. The trench was filled and job done. It sure makes a difference having a second pair of hands a like-minded handyman to get the job done quickly.
Hmmm! What other jobs need doing?
In the afternoon we went for a drive to Shute Harbour but on our way we drove to Mandalay Point where a small park is nestled around the beach and tucked into a stand of young Norfolk Island Pines is the outdoor Mandalay Chapel.
The area in and around the chapel is covered in a soft carpet of pine “leaves”. The rudimentary chapel seating, such as it is, looks onto a stone pulpit and across the bay to Airlie Beach.
I have no idea of the history of this chapel but is has been here a number of years according to the moss and lichen growing on the “pews” and pulpit. The Romam Numerals painted on the cross are XXIV (24) at the top of the cross, XXII (22) just below the cross bar and MMI (2001) on the lower part of the cross upright. Perhaps that was the ages of two people married there in 2001.
After leaving Mandalay we drove to Shute Haven and Shute Harbour and arriving home just on dusk.
Saturday 23rd August.
Wow! Today was busier and more tiring than I believed. I guess there was good deal of pent up anticipation which tired me.
Dawn, Tony and I drove to Pros Vegas (Proserpine actually but locals like the high life connotation the name gives to a sleepy town) to meet up with my sister Sandi, her partner Dave, my brother Al and his wife Rae. We met at Café 22 which is right next to Colour Me Crazy. The café is one of these funky places which has dining tables with mismatching chairs, little alcoves with lounges and coffee tables and alcoves with large cushions and lots of bright colours and interesting artwork around the walls. Typically with trendy places like these they serve the coffee luke warm just below the temperature where it is least likely to be drunk as coffee should be – little sips to savour the taste – not gulped to drink it while there are some vestiges of warmth still left in the cup. Of course the hot muffin you order arrives well after you have drunk the tepid coffee.
Next door at Colour Me Crazy is a sort of gift shop with what I call junk from third world countries. They have the usual incense and perfumed stuff to hide the smell of the junkie stuff. Besides I cannot tolerate those smells it gives me headaches so I was in and out quickly.
Donnis plane arrived on time and after a short time back in Pros Vegas we drove to Hideaway Bay and on to Montes Resort. This place is along a sometimes graded gravel track and the resort is built on the beach.
Donnis and I have not been here for around 10 years as we have been visiting Cape Gloucester Eco Resort a little further down the beach. (I wrote about the resort back in April this year) We managed to get a table overlooking the beach and were doubly rewarded with a great meal. The Spanish Mackeral was probably the best we have tasted.
Montes Resort has been a favourite place for visiting yachties cruising the Whitsunday’s over many years.
The last time we visited it was badly run down but somebody has put a lot of money into improving all the buildings and standard of the staff. Once when we last visited, the staff lounged around the bar smoking while serving.
After a great lunch we walked barefoot in the shallows before heading over to Dingo Beach and then home.
Sunday 24th August
To spend more time with my brother Al we drove to Bowen where he and Rae are camped. On arrival we visited the mouth of the Don River which at this location is tidal. Further along the river the water stops. The fresh water is still flowing…beneath the sand.
After the Don we travelled to Horseshoe Bay and caught up with Al & Rae for lunch at a café near the beach.
Then we splashed around in the shallows at Grey’s Beach but the constant cold wind forced us to decide to head home. Donnis as always the water baby, insisted on swimming in the ocean for a half hour.
Tonight I can see my red face in the mirror which means I have absorbed too much sunlight over the last three days which also explains why I am feeling so tired tonight.