Showing posts with label Darwin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Darwin. Show all posts

Monday, 23 September 2019

TOD Tour 2.0 Day 61 - Darwin Aircraft Museum; Cullen Bay

Our last day in Darwin and a couple of gentle activities.

This morning, I took the short walk along the Stuart Highway to the Darwin Aircraft Museum. I've had a love of aircraft since I was a kid, probably in part because my favourite uncle was in the RAAF but mostly because my Dad had a lifelong fascination with them. He was making models from an early age and used to go down to Mascot aerodrome as it was then, hoping to see Kingsford-Smith taking off or landing. He was in the air cadets and at about age 14, he won a contest where the first prize was a joy flight. He threw up twice in the less than ten minutes in the air and a career as a pilot was nipped in the bud. His love of planes and his job which entailed lots of traveling, was again married over more than thirty years and ... he threw up a lot on commercial flights too. However, he never lost his love of planes and it was something he fed into his two sons.

The hangar on a far corner of Darwin airport holds one of the great collections of aircraft important to Australia. Even if you know nothing about planes, some of these might create a sonic boom for you: Tiger Moth, Spitfire, Sabre, Mirage, F-111. For the record, they were all important aircraft to Australia, especially the RAAF. Of course the elephant in the hangar - and she's quite an oversized elephant - is a former USAF B-52 bomber, who wore the colours of Strategic Air Command from 1960 for more than thirty years. You have to see this thing to believe it. Its wings are so long, they had to put an extra wheel out there so the tip wouldn't plow into the ground when it tried to take off fully laden with 300,000lbs of fuel!

Of course, you can get carried away with the stats until you stand in the bomb bay and realise the death and destruction this machine was made for. I did have a chuckle when a video I was watching described the B-52 as a weapon of peace.

This is a great museum for the seriously deranged aircraft fanatic because there is also loads of information available to read or watch.

I wish Dad had been there. Who knows? Maybe he was.

For lunch, I took Sue out on a date to the Cullen Bay Marina, where we ate barramundi on the deck of the Boatshed Coffee House, followed by coffee. Rather nice that. Afterwards, we took a stroll up to the seawards side and stood in the freshening breeze and looked out over the Beagle Strait toward the Tiwi Islands.

Not far away, we dropped in to see Burnett House from the outside. Located with three other residences built in the 1930's, high on a hill above the Darwin Casino, they are remarkable because they are the oldest remaining houses in Darwin and despite their exposed location, they survived both the bombings of Darwin and Cyclone Tracy, pretty much unscathed. When you stand there, its hard to imagine how either survival trick was possible.

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That's that. A very enjoyable Darwin leg finished and early tomorrow we head off again, but unfortunately toward home. No disrespect to those we love who live there. Our return is a necessity for a variety of reasons and it will be a pretty quick one. We hope to be pulling into our driveway in eleven days.

Sunday, 22 September 2019

TOD Tour 2.0 Day 60 - Crocodylus Park

After a day off to fix one thing ... and the other two things that cropped up in fixing the first ... it back to sightseeing today and a visit to Crocodylus Park.

Brand new when we visited last in 1995, it was then primarily a research facility, hoping to provide market information to the the estuarine crocodile farming sector. That's not we found today.

Today, we walked into a zoo, pure and simple. In addition to the big pens which each hold and female and in the main, a huge male, there is now a boat experience where crocs are feed. This is mirrored in the feeding of the crocs in the pens, which are fed from above and encouraged to "jump" for their feed: in other words, to propel themselves vertically into the air. It looks good for tourists but its not the way crocs feed in the wild.

Surrounding these activities are a variety of animals from all corners of the planet, many of which just don't belong in this climate. All are housed in dramatically smaller environments than they would otherwise live and include an African Lion and a Bengal Tiger.

We lasted about an hour before giving up in distress. Had we realised it was a zoo, we wouldn't have gone. Neither of us care to support such treatment of animals.

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This has caused us to rethink our final event of our time in Darwin, a visit to the Territory Wildlife Park. We still believe their method of providing realistic environments for native animals with an aim of rehabilitating them back to a suitable natural environment, is the right one. However, neither of us care to see any more animals in captivity.

As a result, tomorrow will be out last in Darwin and on Tuesday, we'll begin the trip home.

Friday, 20 September 2019

TOD Tour 2.0 Day 58 - Oil Tunnels, RFDS and The Esplanade

The WWII oil tunnels
Our third day of public transport. The caravan park is located near the bus stop on the main road into Darwin City and its only about 20 minutes to the centre of town.

We started today with a walk across the Skybridge which starts a block away at the end of Smith St. A block in the other direction is the famous Smith St Mall. The Skybridge goes from the cliff edge on the Esplanade across to a building in the Waterfront precinct. At the end of the Skywalk is a glass lift which drops you down to the restaurants of the Waterfront and the Wave Pool.

There are no surf waves at Darwin ... not unless a cyclone is hitting the place ... and then there's the problem of Box Jellyfish, estuarine crocodile and sharks. As a result, if you want to catch a wave, you go to the Wave Pool and surf in safety.

Nearby is Fiddlers' Green, an Irish pub with great tucker, good coffee and Guinness. My kind of place.

Not far away are the World War II oil tunnels. After the Japanese air raids began in February 1942 and the big surface oil tanks which supplied shipping were damaged, it was decided to undertake the ambitious project of building tunnels into the cliff face and placing longitudinal steel tanks in them. To fool the Japanese bombers, the majority of work was done with hand tools, as the use of machine would have tipped them off. The piles of soil outside the tunnels was, however, apparently missed by Japanese Intelligence. Once the tunnels were deep enough, steam shovels were included in the digging, which caused a further problem. The steam they generated pushed the humidity in the tunnels up to 95% and with the heat hovering near the old century mark, the workers went on strike.

By the end of the war, only six of the nine tunnels were completed and none of them were ever put to use during war time. Two of them were eventually used for a variety of purposes. At one time, a tank holding kerosene ruptured after heavy rain which caused the the tank to implode during the night. Thousands of litres poured out and made its way into Darwin harbour. Oops!

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After the tunnels, we caught a free shuttle around to the Stokes Hill Wharf and the Royal Flying Doctor Service museum, which we had visited late yesterday afternoon. We had another turn on the virtual reality version of that first air raid in 1942. This time, Sue armed with the tip to rotate her chair and look all around her, found the experience thrilling but needed to sit quietly on a chair for a few minutes afterwards. We consumed the information on the walls and finally got to the RFDS part of the facility. A retired plane is available to climb in and there are more VR presentations of a patient being transported to Adelaide and suffering multiple heart attacks.

After the RFDS, we again caught the shuttle, back to Fiddler's Green and had lunch ...oh and I had a Guinness.

After lunch, it was back across the Skybridge and a walk along the Esplanade past Government House and the NT Parliament.

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That was about it for the day, so we made a slow walk back to the bus interchange, as Sue's knee was ready to retire for the day. Back at the caravan park, we closed the day's activities with a dip in the pool.

So much done and yet, still so much to do.

Thursday, 19 September 2019

TOD Tour 2.0 Day 57 - Museum, Art Gallery & RFDS

A reconstruction of a street scene after Tracy
Our second day using the Big Red Bus and it was all highlights.

We started at the Museum and Art Gallery of the Northern Territory. Boy, what a collection and isn't it well curated! In one gallery, a collection of works ranging from indigenous art, through photography and even film, celebrated the relationship between the moon and earth. So many different angles and ideas and such quality in the artworks.

Upstairs, the finalists in the Telstra National Aboriginal & Torres Strait Islander Art Awards were of staggering quality and every turn provided new treasures. Amazingly talented people.

In the museum galleries, there was such a diverse range of exhibitions. The gun exhibition is about Cyclone Tracy, which all but destroyed Darwin on Christmas Eve, 1974. Stories, pictures  and powerful video images shot by the ABC by their on the spot reporter on Christmas Day. There were excerpts from Major General Alan Stretton's diary, the man placed in charge of recovery operations by Prime Minister Gough Whitlam and even a database of people evacuated from Darwin in the weeks after the cyclone. It was all very powerful but the part of the exhibition which shook you to the core was just a small room with two entry points. A small, lightless room, filled with the actual recorded sounds of Tracy as she ripped Darwin apart. Standing there in the dark, the hand in front of your face invisible and the screams of the wind and crashing of timber and corrugated iron the only sensory input ...it was unnerving.

This is very clever curation.

An exhibition of the early Territorians paints a picture of rugged individuals who took on hardships as though they were a new shirt.

Natural history at MAGNT is an immersion in taxidermy and so many different ways of making animals interesting, especially for children. A long rising ramp of glass cases of birds and reptiles and shells and butterflies captured to attention and sparked the excitement of a succession of children as they climbed it. At the top of the ramp is Sweetheart, another triumph for taxidermy. Formerly a 5.1 metre, 760kg estuarine crocodile who terrorised fishermen in the Finniss River system fifty km from Darwin, by attacking their boats and chewing on the propellers of their outboard motors. Between 1974 and 1979, the activities of this alpha male became known across the world. Parks and Wildlife contracted two crocodile hunters to capture Sweetheart but he died after being anaesthetised.

There is a fabulous cafe which overlooks the water, with a good range of food choices and which serves a very good cup of coffee.

Entry to this amazing facility is free. Can you believe it?

We caught the BRB to Stokes Hill Wharf and had fish and chips overlooking Darwin Harbour. Not bad.

On the spur of the moment, we went into the RFDS Museum which is also on the end of the wharf and loved the virtual reality recreation of the bombing of Darwin. It was our first experience with VR and it was pretty impressive.

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After that it was buses back to the digs and a change of transport to get to Mindl Beach for the sunset markets. I know I'm supposed to be excited by one of Australia's most famous markets but ... really ... it was just lots of food stalls, a few musos bleeding their hearts out, jewelry, tie dye clothing, leather belts ... you know the drill. Sue and I watched the sunset on Mindl beach, just the two of us and a couple of thousand people taking photos of the falling sun with iPhones taking flash photos. It was so romantic.

Darwin has a lot to offer. I'm starting to think seven days may not be enough.

Wednesday, 18 September 2019

TOD Tour 2.0 Day 56 - The Big Red Bus & The Defence of Darwin

It has long been our habit in large cities in which we are going to spend some time, to travel on a tour of the city for an overview. Darwin, as is the case with many cities, has the "Hop On, Hop Off, Big Red Bus", which allows tourists to travel the whole circuit of their twelve stops or to just jump on and off as it suits them.

The basic deal is 24 hour ticket but we chose a discounted 48 hour ticket instead.

Before we even got to the city to take up the tour, we were delighted to find out that as a senior, I can travel on public transport for free. Sue - still a few months short - took a $20, seven day, unlimited trip ticket instead. We intend to use the bus system here as much as possible and leave the Forester parked beside the van. With a bus stop 100m away and the price right, why not.

The Darwin interchange is right around the corner from the BRB, so we were soon off for our circuit of the city, making note of things we'd like to see. We were back to the Smith Street Mall in time for lunch and chose a cafe recommended by out BRB driver. It was a good cafe, with a good range of healthy choices but I found, as I always do, selecting food on my restrictive diet both difficult and embarrassing, so I was soon out of sorts. My sandwich arrived and it had stuck to the paper napkin, so in the end, I couldn't tell if I was eating chicken or paper napkin.

Did you know that paper napkin tastes like ... well ... a lot like chicken.

Lunch was forgettable and expensive but you get past these things.

The Australian flag rescued from
RAAF Base Darwin after the attack
After lunch we got back on the BRB and traveled out to East Point and the Military Museum and the Defence of Darwin Experience. For the pitiful sum of $15 we were treated to one of the best museum exhibitions we have seen. Using a variety of video and audio techniques and basing much of the material on original letters and testimony of those who were there - including Japanese pilots - it was incredibly moving. The big story is told through little stories and it proves to be most effective.

I could quote many examples and you might find my choice strange but the story of Hajime Toyoshima was compelling. A junior pilot on his first combat mission, he was returning to his aircraft carrier when his plane began failing so he crash landed on Melville Island. Surviving the crash, he was captured by aboriginal man Matthias Ullungura and taken across Melville island on foot and then transferred to Bathurst Island by canoe, where Ullungura handed him over to RAAF officers. From there, he was taken with other internees to Cowra, in NSW, where he was one of the instigators of the infamous Cowra Breakout. Toyoshima died in his attempt to escape.

The Japanese spread 1941-43
You could spend hours watching the audio visual presentations, or reading the individual stories of where people were and how they experienced that first raid on 19th February, 1942 and in fact, we did. However outside are several other buildings with memorabilia, weapons, uniforms, even a whole room in tribute to Australia's Vietnam involvement. There is also the reconstructed 9.2inch gun emplacement: a big, circular bunker with its giant replica gun and the rabitt warren of room beneath.

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This is a really clever and rather fabulous museum and one that enthralled us.

We caught the last loop of the BRB back to Smith St and a few minutes later were on our way back to the caravan park on the #8 bus.

A good day.

Wednesday, 9 August 1995

AUC 1995 - Crocodylus Park

Nagasaki Day was loosely planned about three objectives: the development of film records of our trip; a visit to Crocodylus Park; and observation of the sunset at East Point.

Unfortunately, a later than wanted start to the day was necessary, because we could no longer go out in public with the clothes we had in our ports. Undies and socks had been hand-washed at Litchfield, but the self-standing collection of shirts and jeans/shorts who stood in one corner of the tent, had to be dealt with.

This done and rogue clothes now firmly placed in custody on the clothes line, we drove into Darwin's
Central District, via Palmerston. This important suburb of Darwin, was the original name of the settlement at the shoreline. It was changed to Darwin Port in the early years of this century. The original name is now honoured in it's main suburb, which contains the banking and business sector.

From here, it was into Darwin itself and a scramble for a parking spot, luckily obtained a hundred metres from the Smith St Mall. Food halls, clothing, jewellery and all types of tourist dollar shopping attractions are provided for. For our part, we dropped off four films for developing and I purchased a new pair of joggers. The old Reeboks were flagging, with tattered soles and tear holes appearing in the tops, so it was time for a new model. Light and comfortable, this particular brand have proven excellent for my difficult feet, so I was loath to alter from the tried and true.

No ... I am not on a commission !

Whilst I was looking after my feet, Sue was giving the children free rein to look after their stomachs. The food halls they were browsing represent the choice and diversity one would expect from a community which has in excess of 45 different nationalities in its composition. Ultimately, Sue was very disappointed that, despite the variety of different cultural experiences she has given their palates over the years, when given a freedom of choice, her heathen children selected pies and chips! Back to the ethnic cooking drawing board, I'm afraid!

By the time this was completed and lunch consumed, we were heading for Crocodylus Park: a new
development which is the brain child of Dr Graham Webb. Not set up in opposition to the more famous Crocodile Farm - but never the less being seen in that light - this is a re search facility which seeks to...
* assist the relatively newly spawned crocodile farming industry;
* support Hie Conservation Commission in survey work and protection of the Saltwater Crocodile; and
* provide information and education to the public.

In the process, they have been attracting an increasing share of the tourist market, as many people believe they offer a better visitor program, which goes well beyond the "oohs and aahs" of the feeding show at the more established business. As you can imagine, the more senior establishment is unhappy about this state of affairs and it was alleged it has been calling in some favours from the Conservation Commission and farmers, frustrating the alms of Crocodylus Park. This is, of course, according to the keeper who showed us through the facility.

The one thing which seemed certain from talking to people who had been to both, our selection of this place to visit over the other, had been a wise and informed one.

An extensive museum is part of the entrance price, as is a clean cafeteria, where we were encouraged to stay and eat our "made at home" sandwiches. A large viewing screen in this section shows videos about crocodiles, which are for sale (the videos ... not the crocodiles).

The "show" part of the entry fee started with information and feeding of the six year old "salties" in the main lagoon. The impression of a lazy ferocity is created as they bask in the sun, only moving to snaffle the chicken halves which are thrown in their direction. However, when they move, they move with lightening speed. An elevated viewing platform provides a good sight of these throwbacks to a prehistoric time. The description of them as a perfect, energy efficient hunting machine, seemed apt.

From here, we were taken on a tour of the breeding pens, where some very large male crocs lounged with nothing else to do but eat and mate: tough work, but someone has to do it!

"Throw in the occasional beer and you would have the role statement of the Aussie bloke," stated one
observer.

These were seriously big and dangerous animals and the warning to keep our arms, hands, feet and
cameras from dangling over or through the protective wiring was actioned for us when these seemingly docile giants suddenly leapt three metres into the air to snatch their "chicken feed"from the quickly retreating fingers of the keeper.

A juvenile "freshie" had been causing them concern, as it had been climbing the barrier and making its way into the juvenile "salties" pen. The keeper was not sure what the incidence of crocodiles with an identity crisis was, but he did think it was rare. If the behaviour was not curtailed soon, the "salties" greater growth rate and aggression would make it even rarer!

After the feeding and tour, we went through their quite extensive museum on the history of crocodylus - the family of reptiles crocodiles belong to. There was a wide range of information available ... everything you wanted to know about crocodiles, but were afraid to ask ! Stories and artifacts from others countries were displayed here and some of the horror stories from Asian countries about killer crocodiles which have preyed on villages etc, made our few deaths in the Top End In the past ten years, look very mild.

Also on display were American alligators and Australian Freshwater Crocodiles.

With our tour complete, Chris again came up with the "spot of the day". Sue and I were cruising the hats, looking for a new cap for the croc-shy youngest, when Chris hurriedly reported that Don Burke was out on the verandah filming ! Sure enough, investigation revealed the host of Australia's most popular and most successful lifestyle program, was outside conducting an interview with Dr Graham Web, the founder of Crocodylus Park. I shot some video as evidence of the "star spot" and despite hanging around for an autograph, time eventually drove us out the door.

The late afternoon sun decreed we should head back to town and retrieve our latest films and we were very happy with most of the news we received when we picked them up. The first film I had taken for some time with Dad's old Yashika, had turned out some really excellent photographs of Katherine Gorge and family candid shots.

Unfortunately, the suspect batteries in Sue's camera had done the deed on some keenly anticipated snaps taken at the Corroboree at Katherine and the entire film was lost! She was distraught.

After several wrong turns In traffic, we eventually made our way out to East Point, with the intention of visiting the Military Museum, but the delays in town and my errant driving meant we were too late to gain any use from going in. this gave me a tinge of disappointment, as I had been led to believe the museum was very good.

Back to Fannie Bay shops for dinner - Dad's Treat of pizza and garlic bread - and we drove out to a good vantage point at East Point to watch a famed Darwin sunset. Again the trendies were there with their champagne and again, we seemed to be surrounded by French tourists. Bastards ! The popping of champagne corks accompanied the sinking sun, but as they didn't share, we didn't offer them any pizza ! The sunset was good, but we were beginning to crave an Aussie accent when seeing such delights in our own country.

Evening having started, we left Darwin for our camp, happy fortune had brought us to this beautiful city, when we had not intended coming originally and impressed with what we had seen in two short days.

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Before hitting the sack, I caught up with sister Sue, via the telephone and gave her a commentary of recent events in our travels. It was good to hear her voice and share some funny stories about the kids etc. Of concern was the story of Gog and Pa's close shave at Lawn Hill Gorge. The capsizing of their canoe and Gog's spell under water didn't sound good and Sue and I both prayed they may have no further scares of that ilk.

Tuesday, 8 August 1995

AUC 1995 - Territory Wildlife Park

A study of the attractions on offer, indicated the Territory Wildlife Park - located only 2 kilometres away from our campsite - would be a worthwhile place as our major thing to see during the course of this day. As an addition, we had the Berry Springs Nature Park, which was between us and the Wildlife Park, so travel was not going to be a problem.

The Territory Wildlife Park is a project of the Northern Territory Conservation Commission - the equivalent of NSW National Parks and Wildlife Service - and is designed to show visitors the native and feral animals which can be found in the Northern Territory. It is set on 400 hectares of nahiral bushland and has a variety of exhibits which utilise the natural setting.

The shelters and structures which have been built to house various displays of animals, are unobtrusive and are connected by a series of walking tracks and a bitumen road. A shuttle "train" operates every twenty minutes along the road, allowing those who choose not to walk, the opportunity of being carried to the exhibit of their choice.

Throughout the day, the park has displays which feature the animals of the park.

There is a main kiosk and souvenir shop, ample parking and picnicking facilities. These are backed up by an auxiliary kiosk which operates on the opposite side of the park during the peak season.

About the park, at all displays and near certain enclosures, chilled drinking water was available. You could either drink from a fountain head or refill your containers.

Clearly, deep thought had gone into making sure people and animals were catered for. Our family entry price of $25 was the most reasonable we had paid anywhere, on this trip or on previous ones and we were immediately struck by the warm welcome and courteous manner of the staff as we entered the park and planned our first moves.

We caught our first train ride of the day to the Kangaroo & Friends area, where we were able to observe a 30 minute demonstration and explanation of care and feeding of orphaned and injured creatures. The current residents were two Brush Tailed Possums, who were very cute and playful; an extremely shy Sugar Glider; a small Rock Wallaby that was extremely agile; some small birds which didn't interest me, so I didn't bother to remember their names; and a lonely Shell Duck, which had a chook running about with it for company. Apparently, without the chook, it would pine away and eventually die of loneliness. The level of caring was immediately obvious, especially since this was not even the regular keeper, but a stand-in from the general staff. The regular keeper of this section was on a rostered day off: she had taken with her, one of the exhibits who considered her a surrogate mother!

The other aspect of this section was evident everywhere we went: the care taken to help the public
understand what they were seeing. Adjacent to the enclosure was a series of stones set flush into the
ground. Children were encouraged to hop from one to the next, simulating the action required by Rock Wallabies. A long jumping pit was also there, with a marker eight metres distant, showing the leaping stride of the Red Kangaroo in full flight. Again children were encouraged to try the pit to see how far they could leap.

From this display, we began walking through the feral animals section and viewed some Water Buffalo, but quickly caught the train to the aquarium for the fish feeding. The aquarium complex is typical of the brilliantly designed buildings which exist in this park. Almost hidden in the bush surrounding it, it houses a wonderful array of fish and water animals found in the NT.

Whilst there are many fine aspects to this exhibit, certainly the feature is the walk through perspex aquarium, where an array of fish swim past and over the visitor. Two large Stingrays glide about and block out the light as they pass over the bubble tube in close proximity to the unaware, giving them a start when they become conscious of the large moving mat going overhead. Barramundi of enormous proportions - perhaps 700 or 800mm - swim past the drooling angler. Catfish lurk at the bottom of the tank.

In the midst of this wonder, a diver immersed herself in the water - lime coloured feet first - and began feeding the large fish. Viewing was at a premium as people crowded for good shots of the events taking place and the tunnel became quite crowded and uncomfortable. Eventually, the crowd thinned and we were treated to a marvellous display. On several occasions, the diver counted her fingers after feeding the Barramundi, as their feeding action is a swift lunge forward to secure the prey. This was done with great humour and added to what we were seeing. I was able to obtain much good footage of this and looked forward to reviewing my shots.

As the crowd further dispersed, we continued through the building, until we turned a corner and there was Sam's worst nightmare. In a large tank, set into the wall, was an enormous Saltwater Crocodile: perhaps four metres in length. Sam's head was in real danger of losing it's eyes and it took some time before he stopped staring with the wide saucers he was looking from. It was a magnificent specimen and much lighter in colour than I had expected. It's fearsome jaws showed many of the sharp and deadly teeth which secure their prey whilst they crush and drown them in the water. The external ridges ran down the back in a perfect designfor swift movement through the water.

In a period of nearly thirty minutes we stood, most of us transfixed by this powerful, wonderful creature and in all of that time, it didn't move: didn't even open its eyes. When everyone had moved off, 1 had Sam pose in front of the crocodile by himself: a summary shot of him facing his fears, as it were. It was irony, but it was appropriate, given the expressed fear which had been part of an almost dally routine in the months leading up to our trip. Within seconds of commencing my taping, with Sam in the foreground making faces as if was completely unafraid of this giant animal behind him, the previously motionless crocodile opened his eyes and began rising behind the glass. Sam, oblivious to the movement because he was facing the camera, turned to pull a face at it, only to find it at eye level, where once it had been at knee level. The reaction was caught on tape and never have I been so lucky to capture a moment on video.

We ate lunch outside this exhibit, reviewing how impressed we all were with what we had seen and then moved on to the first of a series of aviaries which were constructed in a circular walk, leading eventually to the large, walk through aviary and monsoon forest walk. This pathway had been named in honour of Harry Butler, the infamous TV naturalist. Among other things, he was one of the founding members of this park and many of his concepts were used in the design of the displays and buildings.

Unfortunately, time was against us - mainly because of our habit of dallying at each display and enjoying the birds we could see living in close approximations of their normal environment - so we cut short our tour and hurried to the Reptile House /or a talk on snakes. The keeper who presented this, had a dry sense of humour and a real love of his charges. During the course of the talk, on snakes in general, he had an Olive Python named Monty strung about him in various states of repose. This was a very informative talk and one which shed a lot of light on a variety of snakes. It also contained some funny anecdotes. Including one about a lady who rang to say there was a large snake eating a cat on her back lawn. "Don't hurry though," she assured the keepers down the phone line, "because it's not my cat!"

The snake - a water python - was captured, but regurgitated its meal In order to make a hasty retreat.
Captured, never the less, it Is still on display at the park. The dead and regurgitated cat was brought to the park and weighed. This hungry snake had swallowed 3.5 kgs of cat, whole !

We walked to the next display, the wonderful Nocturnal House. Here we saw the most varied group of night animals Sue or I had ever seen in this type of display. The cutest was undoubtedly the Bilby, but many others caught the eye, including Chris's favourite, the Dunnart. Unfortunately, we again had to hurry off to catch the show containing Birds of Prey.

Here again, the staff at the Park proved to be amazingly co-operative.

Despite having hundreds of people roaming the park on the day we were there, the staff member driving the train found out visitors at many of the stations on his run were trying to get to the Birds of Prey Display, so he radioed ahead and had the show held up for five minutes whilst he drove us there at express pace.

What came next can only be said to have been something special.

Two keepers took turns to show us a Sea Eagle, Black Kite, Osprey and a magnificent Wedge Tailed Eagle called Jedda. During their demonstrations, the birds flew to perches constructed about the arena and returned feed. The magnificent Sea Eagle, with its wide wing span and keen eyes and the flash of white which marks their underwing was keen to dive and buzz the audience. We were assured by her handler, this was owing to the windy condtions, but he also confided in us she was being put off by the preponderance of Black Kites which were hanging about, trying to poach a feed.

The Black Kite a very cheeky fellow. He tried his hardest to get at the food his handler was hiding from him. trait is caused by his need to cleverly sneak in on the kills of the larger Wedge Tailed Eagles and convince them they should share. There appeared to be a natural cunning in this bird and the handler commented it was enjoying its flying on this particular afternoon.

Each were impressive but there a was a special wonder associated with the Wedgie. To watch this graceful yet powerful creature at close quarters was to be truly awestruck. The huge wing span -which can exceed two metres - and the proud almost arrogant position of the head in response to the stimuli about it, gave it such a presence, we were hard pressed to roll out the adjectives when watching her fly and then, just sit peacefully with her handler and pose for photographs after the show had finished. It was an extraordinary thirty minutes of information, entertainment and spectacle.

From this breathtaking show, we walked back to the main kiosk, where we ate ice creams whilst taking stock of our day and deciding which things we wanted to finish or see again, as the gates remained open until 6:00 pm. I purchased two video productions on the Top End and Kakadu from the well stocked souvenir shop.

A unanimous vote saw us return to the aviaries and the Nocturnal House, both of which had been
interrupted so we could see special shows during the day. As we had seen only four of the small aviaries the first time around, the additional three or four were a treat and the continued impression of the care which had been taken to recreate the normal habitat of each animal - in this case birds - was continued during our walk. The final aviary is a large geodesic dome which operates at three levels. A spiral walkway leads the visitor from their entry point near the top portion of the dome, down through the layers of foliage to the ground dwelling birds. A small stream flows quietly through the dome in a meandering fashion and provides a habitat for Long Necked Turtles and three or four varieties offish.

This was a bird watchers delight, as the thinning of the crowds meant we were the only people in the dome at the time and the bird life was not disturbed by our quiet rambling and observation of their late afternoon preening. 1 finally got my first look at birds I had only seen in Simpson & Day, such as the Spangled Drongo, which is a deep black colour. Bronze Wings and Peaceful Doves joined a restful chorus of bird calls which soothed our now tiring limbs. If a seat had been handy, I doubt we would have left!

From the aviary, the path then leads through a natural pocket of rainforest. Somehow clinging to the small creek running through it, this haven of lush green was a cool place to be, as the heat of the afternoon was starting to irritate us southerners. A combination of boardwalks and track wind through this little pocket, but such is the density of the growth under the top canopy, you are not really aware of the fact you are looping and turning back close to previously walked track.

During this walk, Chris kept his eagle-eye reputation intact, spotting a one metre long snake swimming through the creek several metres below and away from us. We stopped and watched it lazily slide through the near still water, alight upon a bank and go on its way, by now hidden from our interested gaze.

This charming walk brought us out at another road station, but rather than wait for the "train", we walked to the Nocturnal House. The reflected heat from the bitumen and the ambient heat of the afternoon, combined to make us far less comfortable than we had been in the cool of the rain forest.

It was along this short stretch of road, we spotted Gog's favourite bird. At first in a low branch beside the roadway and then, darting down, hovering and circling back to the branch, was a Rainbow Bee Eater. The beautiful combination of colours as it fluttered and turned, gave us a private spectacle many other observers would have missed. Again, this was a feature of the park. There were many birds and animals which still visited and or used the undeveloped sections of bush between each display. Bird nests in the tree hollows; Lace Monitors who wandered the roadways in the late afternoon and evenings; the snake we had seen during the rainforest walk; the annoying Black Kites at the Birds of Prey show. These were all examples of the way in which the ethos of the park creators and the staff could be seen. Rather than try and capture these creatures and cage them, they were allowed to use the bush in their natural way. The keen observer then got the added treat of seeing the natural as well as the recreated natural habitats.

Our final visit of the day, was to the Nocturnal House. As the only people in this area, we saw much, as we crept quietly along on our darkened side of the glass. Two creatures we had not seen a great deal of earlier - the Rock Wallaby and the Bllby - put on great display for us, as we stood in relaxed attention to their antics.

Reluctantly, we left this exhibit and waited at it's "train station", tired but satisfied. When our transport arrived, twenty minutes before the gates closed and with the final ten customers left in the park, we made sure we conveyed our praise to the staff members who had the duty of closing down the establishment.
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The park closes its incoming gates to customers at 4:00 pm, but allows customers already in the park the luxury of the additional two hours of wandering. It was yet another reason why we felt we had received superb value for money during our six hours in the park.

This was a day to rival our tremendous experience at Katherine and at a cost of $25, one which had satisfied all criteria !

Monday, 7 August 1995

AUC 1995 - Darwin Bicentennial Walk

With some of the dust blown or shaken off, we took our leave of Litchfield NP and headed toward Darwin and the first unscheduled part of the itinerary.

Accommodation was our first hassle, so to aid us we took the advice of a tourist guide booklet and ended up at the Lakes Resort Caravan Park, located at Berry Springs. This had the advantage of being near at least one of the attractions - we had discovered from our reading - which would be good to see. The palace was soon erected in a grassy spot near the free barbecue area and having done so, we continued into Darwin along the Stuart Highway.

Eventually, we ran out of road and ended up at the Esplanade, facing Darwin Harbour near a place called Doctor's Gully. From here, it was on foot for a discovery tour of the centre of NT's capital. The Esplanade is actually a street which runs roughly parallel with the shore line and passes in front of the
Supreme Court building. Like many of Darwin's buildings, the Supreme Court is only twenty years old, following the rebirth of the city after Cyclone Tracy. The Bicentennial Walk is a pathway closely following the shore line through a well set out park which has plenty of both shade and picnic tables.

There are several vantage points for the observer to see the harbour along this walk and memorials mark the involvement of the city in the Second World War. One very moving tribute was a 4 inch deck gun from the USS Peary, which sank in a blaze of glory during the morning of the first air raid oh Darwin: 19th February, 1942. Ninety one crew died as she sank, all guns blazing, still in defence of the city which she had sailed into only the night before. The recovered deck gun is positioned so it points to her final resting place.

Darwin Harbour
Another plaque, nearby, records the heroic feat of Lt Bule of the USAF, who was one of only two land-based fighter aircraft which were operational in Darwin on that infamous February morning. The other was destroyed before it was able to take off, but Bule took to the air in his Kittyhawk and continued to attack the 242 Japanese aircraft which were involved in this first raid on Australian soil. Yet another tells the story of Lt Thomas H Moorer, a Lt Commander in the US Navy, a naval aviator who engaged the enemy after taking off from his ship. Despite being shot down and then stranded in the sea wasp and crocodile infested waters, he survived. He achieved the ultimate position of power for a member of the US defence forces, by eventually becoming the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff - the committee, consisting of the head of the Navy, Army, Air Force and Marines, which reports only to the President of the USA.

In one particular position along the walk, multiple plaques have been erected to mark the involvement of the many units of armed forces who were stationed and fought in defence of Darwin. Newly laid wreaths resting against two of these plaques showed the relevance of these memorials.

Leaving this pathway at its end point, we descended to the shore below the Supreme Court building and walked past The Tunnels - shore side entrances to the five tunnels which were constructed under Darwin to keep fuel supplies safe. With Darwin being the strategic port for the armed defence of Australia and later counter attack against the Japanese advance in 1942 and 1943, fuel had to be kept safe from the enemy bombers which carried out 62 air raids during those years. Their chief targets were fuel dumps and airfields, therefore necessitating the "burying" of the fuel as it was delivered by bulk from the sea or the land.

This walk took us to an elevated platform overlooking the three wharfs of modern Darwin and tells the tale of the development of Darwin as a port and the affect of the war fifty years ago. It was here, for the first time, I fully realised the importance of Darwin to the war effort and the reason why the Japanese would have been so keen to attack it. I had previously believed the bombings were carried out as some desire to invade Australia, but this information seemed to reflect a different story.

The authorities had been well prepared, in many respects, for the eventual raid which happened in mid February. Military infrastructure had been building since the late thirties and women and children had been evacuated since the beginning of January of 1942. In fact, the final load of evacuees left Darwin by plane, a little more than 24 hours before the February 19th air raid. Forty two ships were at anchor, or moving in the harbour on that morning, with the vast majority of them
being US or Australian Navy vessels and many of these being fighting ships. Air raids were expected, the only thing which appears to be certain was they were not expected so soon. Singapore had fallen only the day before and once again, the speed with which the Japanese moved and attacked caught the Allied forces by surprise.

It made for fascinating reading and created an interest 1 promised myself I would pursue.

Across the road from this viewing platform was the former Government House - two sandstone buildings which sit atop Fort Hill, also overlooking the wharves. These have since been abandoned and are now used for strictly administrative purposes. They are beautiful structures and have done well to stand the tests which have been put to all of Darwin's buildings in the last fifty years.

Across the road we inspected the Anglican Cathedral which had been completely rebuilt following
the destruction by Tracy in 1974. All that remains of the brick building which was constructed in the early years of this century, is the porch and this has been bolstered and retained as a reminder of the destruction which tore the church to the ground in the first hour of Christmas Day, 1974. The new design is very open plan and incorporates the use of large windows and anchored beams running back into the ground, giving the appearance the building has sprung up from the ruins. It was an architectural design which was ultimately award winning. A photo display at the rear of the church records the history of the church buildings - new and old - which have been located on this site.

Ruins of Town Hall, Darwin
From here we wondered back into the heart of the city and through the Smith St Mall. Despite some delays whilst the ladies sized up the pearls and opals they would like to obtain for themselves as jewellery, we eventually found our way to the cinema, where the children and myself were all teased in turn, by the fare on offer and that to come. Among the coming attractions was Ron Howard's version of the events of one of the greatest human dramas played out in the second half of this century: Apollo 13. Staring Tom Hanks, Bill Paxton, Ed Harris, Gary Sinise and Kevin Bacon, it looked to be a cracker. I put it on my list of movies I wanted to see.

Our appetites whetted, in more ways than one, we worked our way, weary legged, back to the parking spot at the northern end of the Esplanade and fell heavily into our seats for the return trip to Berry Springs.

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The evening was bliss, as the cool air which floated into the tent after lights out was a fitting reward for the hard toils of the day. All in all, we each dropped into sleep, content our move had been a worthwhile change of direction and there was, indeed, much to see in this northern most of Australia's capital cities.