I can’t imagine what made me think that a rest day on a tropical island would be a good idea.
Maybe the heat and noise and dirt of the road got to me. Maybe it was the lure of reasonably cheap draught cider. Not, of course, the fact that tropical islands are generally quite nice. And obviously, cheering up people who are suffering through a Northern Hemisphere winter had nothing to do with it either. But whatever it was, it turned out to be a decent day off.
After the torrents of rain a few days ago, the skies had finally cleared as I knocked off the final kilometres to Townsville in the now-familiar cocktail of sweat and sunscreen. I’ve not seen much of the city, as I was racing the falling sun to the ferry. Maybe I’ll have a chance to look around tomorrow on the way out.
Although it’s raining, yet again, as I write this, so who knows?
Dusk was in full swing as the ferry landed. Magnetic Island looked worryingly hilly as the boat approached. And sure enough, the few kilometres across to Horseshoe Bay turned out to include the hardest climbing I’ve yet seen in Australia. Which, to be fair, is not saying all that much, but it’s still a nasty shock to be grinding up a 20% gradient at the end of a long day.
A gentle stroll around in daylight this morning (Saturday) revealed that the island was just as ugly as you might expect. I grabbed a relaxed (and very tasty) beach-side breakfast with a nice Belgian couple, and then wandered back to the hostel for a little siesta. I can’t take that much excitement without a bit of a rest afterwards…
But if I thought that breakfast was as exciting as this particular rest day was going to get, I was sorely mistaken. To be fair, breakfast often is the most exciting thing that happens on my days off, so I think I can be excused the thought.
However, it crossed my mind that the koala sanctuary attached to the hostel might be worth a look. What could be more chilled out than a gentle stroll around in some trees, trading soporific glances with harmless, fluffy grey animals? What I hadn’t appreciated was that you have to fight your way past infinitely more terrifying creatures to get to the koalas.
This is a saltwater crocodile. They’re the ones which sometimes eat people in this part of the world. Bundles of muscle, scales, teeth and general prehistoric nastiness. Scary.
The only saving grace of this particular specimen was that it was only about eighteen inches (maybe 50 cm) long. After bravely wrestling with it for a few minutes, it was on to the koalas:
Much more relaxing. And at least I’ve taken the pressure off my patchy wildlife-spotting skills. Not that I’ve ever stood much of a chance of seeing koalas in the wild, mind you.
Meanwhile, Plan C is taking shape. Darwin is definitely too far to reach in my remaining visa time (and I’ve had enough local advice about how dangerous the outback would be on a bike at this time of year, in any case).
So it looks like I’ve only got a few hundred more kilometres to ride in Australia. I’ll head up to Cairns, and from there take a (probably fairly circuitous) set of flights to get me to Indonesia. Nothing booked yet, but that should fall into place in the next couple of days.
The journey home begins in earnest soon…