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To be, or not to be

April 14, 2012

Just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get any better, they did.

I rode my bicyle out of Milford sound and with low clouds and people hanging out of their bus windows to take pictures of me I managed to get back to the start of the Homer tunnel.

The tunnel I looked up against cycling back into after my 50km/h descent through it a few days earlier.

This time I wouldn’t be so fast. But with my lights repaired and my high vis vest I figured I might survive. On both side’s there is traffic lights so traffic comes only from one side at the time and about 20 minutes after I entered from a slightly drizzle & cloudy world I came out the other side in glorious sunshine.

It is a beautiful road, I thought so on the way in when I could hardly see through the mist. But on a clear sunny day it isn’t too bad either.

I planned to ride back to Te Anau in a day, there I went to Harry’s place where I’d stored a few bits and pieces.

“Are you in a hurry to keep going?” He asked.

After covering only a tiny part of the South Island in about two months time I was keen to hit the road and keep moving North.

“We’ve got a space in the helicopter, if you like to come”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( my exact reply as I recall it)

Harry works for DOC.

He also has a pretty cool car, in which we cruised around a little.

His job is to design and build board-walks and bridges. Not only for the most visited area’s. Also where DOC workers do a job and must have easy acces. And save the land from becoming one big bog.

This particular job  happened to be at Anchor Island.

Tucked away in a far south west corner of the Fiordland National park, Anchor Island is not easy to reach except by helicopter (a 40 minutes flight from Te Anau)

It is not only the side of the first European dwelling in New Zealand (1792) ,

it’s also home of about 40 kakapos

The kakapo is nockturnal and the world’s largest and only flightless parrot. It was very close to extinction a couple of decades ago, but thanks to the Kakapo recovery program  there are now 126 kakapos in the world. This makes it the most endangered bird in the world.

They are also one of the longest living birds in the world. They can reach the age of 120!

In the mating season the male kakapos try to outdo each other and attract as many females as they can by making a low frequency ‘boom’ sound that can be heard 5km away.

When they do attract a female they only meet one time and the males will have nothing to do with raising the little ones afterwards. But keep booming ’till the next female comes along.

The island is a good place, for it has been pest free since 2001. Although there has been a stoat-scare in 2007 that resulted in all kakapos being taken off the  island untill the coast was clear.

To keep the island clear and and free of unwanted pests, either animals or plants, there is a strict quarantine process.

Before getting on the helicopter all clothes, shoes and gear must be thoroughly cleaned.

Pockets and velcro checked for seeds and weeds. All food and other stuff packed in airtight containers to prevent any unwanted guest sneaking in.

And when you arrive on the island, everything goes straight into a closed room and before you can settle in, all gear, food, etc. needs to be checked for stowaways.

I got my own little hut for the time I’m here.

There were 6 of us on the island.

Tim and Sarah were in the chopper with us.

They are members of the kakapo recovery program and have been living and working on the island before. This time they were flying out for a three week stint.

Daryll was in charge of  health checks, vaccinations and taking bloodsamples of the birds to see if everything is going well.

Surprisingly I wasn’t the only Dutch person on the island. There was Joris.

A biologist. His job was to shoot branches of trees and count the seeds. Well, that’s what I understood anyway. He also is very good at monopoly and randomly running into kakapos that have been missing for years…

All the kakapos should have a little transmittor, so they can be found and checked. But a few years ago some of these transmitters were faulty with the result that two kakapos have been missing ever since.

They are not easy to spot. With their excellent camouflage you can still miss them when they sit a meter away.

So it was a small miracle that Joris manage to run into, and catch kakapo ‘Jude’ (all kakapos have been given names)

The day I spent at the island four parrots had to be found and checked. So we split up in two teams and set off into the scrub.

The island is very hilly and covered in rainforest.

There is a few rough walking tracks, but funny enough the birds don’t sit in the middle of the path or in a clear space.

Together with Tim & Harry I hiked to the top of a hill to get better reception on the kakapo antenna that Tim was using.

It was also a great spot to take in the views over dusty sounds.

When he finds a signal we moved in the direction it came from. This involved a good amount of bush-bashing. At one stage we had to climb down a steep side of hill, the branch I was holding onto decided to snap which landed me about 3 meter lower down the hill with the branch still firmly in two hands… Lucky it didn’t scare away Trevor (Travor was the one we were after first) It did give Harry a fright I believe.

Then, when we got nearer to the bird we split up to circle it and try to catch him.

My first view of Travor was of him sitting right in front of me on a branch! Really quite exciting.

Tim managed to grab him and I got to hold him while Tim did some of the checks. Like taking swabs, looking under the wings and I-don’t-know-what.

It was a little scary, because it would be very disappointing if I accidently squeeze to hard and only 125 kakapos would be left…

It took about an hour and when we let him go he gently strolled away, not fussed or stressed at all.

Amazing.

So after having lunch with a view we hiked a little further

and went through the same process with Kiwai. Kakapo number two.

He was hiding in a very dense scrub and in order to get him we got very scratched. He held on to the tree with his beak but Tim managed to get him  alright.

We only walked 11km that day, although Harry guessed 25 and I guessed 9. They were pretty tough and to keep up with Tim was a task in itself.

Back at the hut the guys had some office work to do while Tim & Sarah entertained us with their guitar/whistle play.

It’s been great spent a few days in such a special place.

Before the chopper came back in the morning there where a few other jobs to be done. One of them was digging a hole so the toilet could be moved when the helicopter arrived. With taking turns that was done in no time at all.

Sarah chopped up some trees for fire wood.

And then came the time to bid Sarah & Tim farewell and climb back in the helicopter to make our way back to Te Anau. The weather was even better than on the way down when there were a few clouds around, so while flying over the rugged mountains and with my nose glued to the window we made our way back.

It was the most wonderful experience I could’ve had.

So thank to Harry and thanks to the members of the kakapo program. (Travis & Kiwai too)

Will they survive?

That is the question.

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Dancing with Dingo’s

September 21, 2009

I can not think of anywhere I’d rather be, or anything I rather do then being here on my bike.
How lucky is that?

I’ve been on roads where cars don’t go and where I didn’t see any motorbikes either.
Just some sturdy 4WD’s with mine workers or travellers wondering if I got lost or need any water.

A good few people have said; “I’m glad it’s you doing this, and not me.” All I can answer is; “me too!”
Wouldn’t want to be stuck in a little metal box where you can’t feel or smell the country
…well, the smell-thing isn’t always good… Men, road kill stinks!
Lucky you don’t encounter too much of that when you stay of the bitumen.

I love those roads, and I’m extremely glad I got a bicycle I trust not to break down.
Don’t think I would’ve been able to conquer those roads on the old bike.

I am fairly organized and prepared though, not to worry. I might be mad, as people keep telling me. I’m not stupid.
I contact police or cattle stations along the way so at least some one knows where to start looking may I disappear.

But let’s go back a little.
The three of us arrived in Broome after a bit of a headwind struggle.
I find the police in Broome slightly over active. One evening as I stood at the side of the road a police car stopped to tell me that I wasn’t wearing my helmet and I had no lights on my bike. I brought it to their attention that I wasn’t actually cycling…

We spent a few days looking around and getting organized.
Got invited to a private concert of 3 elderly aboriginal gentleman playing rock ‘n roll music.
Then, sadly, it was time to say Goodbye to Stu & Mike and hit the road again.

Heading South-ish I spend a night at one of the most beautiful beaches I’ve ever seen, 80-mile beach. Perfect white sand that stretches as far as I could see with a perfect Azur-blue ocean that looked inviting,
sadly it was full of sharks so no swimming there. I ran into a lovely french couple who let me pitch my tent at their spot since I wasn’t willing to pay 29$ for a campsite. Figured it be fine as long as I keep a low profile…
That plan kinda failed when the Marble Bar police rang me at the office… They’d found some phone nrs for stations for me. helpful.

That evening Marti, A German who arrived in Australia across the hippie-trail in ’74 and stayed, cooked up a feast on the BBQ, we ate shark and salmon straight out of the sea. Gorgeous! He also gave me his hat since I’d lost mine on the Gibb-river road.

The morning of departure I had my coffee on the beach while nature treated me on a stunning performance of the full moon setting above the mudplains. The reflection in the wet sand is called ‘stairway to the moon’ absolutely amazing.

But even perfect bitumen with a steady tail-wind gets a little boring after about 400km.
So when I got a change I turned inland onto the boreline road. That was everything but boring.
The first day it took me 7 hours to cover 30km. Sand.
I got a little worried by the amount of water I consumed on that stretch, it would run out quickly that way.
Imagine my surprise when I came across an unexpected water tank after 6km the next morning!
I had a wash and spend about an hour splashing around in the warm water while watching the sun come up.

Because the nights are so long I usually sleep around 6pm when I camp in the bush. That means I wake up around 3am.
And since there’s nothing else to do I usually just pack up and go. With the full moon I don’t even need a flashlight and start cycling in the dark enjoying the spectacle of sunrise as I go.

Around sunset one night an enormous snake slithered past my tent, it looked at me and stuck its tongue out…. I did the same and he moved off. Pfew. A little scary.

Another water tank held another pleasant surprise as it was there I met Anne. The lady who runs Yarrie station.
She’d just come back from a horse-riding holiday in Kyrgyzstan, so we had something to talk about. She invited me down to the homestead.
A wonderfully welcoming place where I didn’t intend to stay 4 nights… It just happened.

Because what would you say when on the eve of planned departure Leng (Anne’s husband) comes up to you with the words; “How would you like to go on a helicopter-muster tomorrow?” ….
AAAHRGH! How cool is THAT!

I spend the next day feeling like a huge bumblebee chasing cow around the property. It was some experience, priceless. He showed me ancient aboriginal art on top of hills that I’m sure not too many people have laid eyes on.
And afterwards I helped in the yards with sorting out the cattle we collected and watched young bulls having their testicles cut out… ouch.
I didn’t need to be told twice to stay out of the paddock with the big bulls, those things are massive!

Sadly I couldn’t stay around for ever… Lucky I’m sure I’ll meet these wonderful people again one day.

So with a sandwich for lunch in my bag I cycled off to Marble Bar, known as ‘the hottest town in Australia’. Where I got a police-escort to Leng’s sisters house.
They already knew I was coming. They already knew where I’ll be staying too.
The hospitality here is truly amazing.

But I keep feeling I should try and keep moving south.
I did get stuck again for two days just 10km out of Marble Bar at Commets Gold mine.
The mine is not in use anymore and everything is left as it was. I got to have a look inside the mine and saw ghost-bats. They look white and its a grand sight to see them flying through the dark caves.

Time to move on though.
At the end of the dirt road I hit the bitumen again, and was immediately reminded why I don’t like cycling on it. Never seen so many roadtrains in one day before! And I do have to get off the road and stop every time one passes me. Or they blow me off my bike.
So I cycled 150km in a day to get back on the dirt as soon as I could.

Getting closer to Karinjini national park I kept hearing that some of the Gorges are not to be missed.
I stayed a night in Wittenoom Gorge where some previous occupants made a little veg garden so I had a beautiful fresh salad for dinner.
Only later I heard this is the deadliest place in the world. The town is taken of the map, it used to be an asbestos-mine.
8 people still live in this ghost town.

The good thing about the dirt-roads is that the 4WD’s that do pass you usually stop to check I’m ok.
So too did Chicky. A guy from the south who works up here in a mining camp and invited me to come and stay for a day.

So after I spend a night on one of the best camp spots ever. On top of a lookout near Hamersley Gorge where I met Anja, A tall Dutch girl travelling in a tiny car.
I cycled the 30km into his camp.

I am the first cyclist ever to come to that camp. A great place with great people and the best food I’ve had in Australia so far.
I was given a room for the night. Would have loved to stay and work there for a while, not least ’cause the amount of money you can make working there for 3 months equals the amount of money I had when I started cycling 30 months ago…
No work available though, so I just keep cycling.

Down a ‘forbidden’ road along the railway where I’ve seen the trains for the first time. They are massive! At one time I counted 223 carriages.
The 3 trains that passed me that day all beeped their horns at me. Not too sure if it was a get-off-that-road-you-shouldn’t-be-here-beep or a hello-pretty-girl-on-bicycle-nice-to-see-you-beep…
I reckon the 2nd ;-)

I met up with Anja again in Tom Price, not only does she travel in a tiny car… she sleeps in a tiny little tent too. hilarious to see. We had dinner in the pub. The only pub.
It was there I decided to catch a ride with her into Karinjini to have a look at what the fuss is all about.

Leaving my tent and bicycle behind
I spend a day wandering through a Gorge, jumping in a waterhole and getting followed around by Dingo’s who were obviously after my food.
One kept circling me and must have followed me out of the Gorge because in a moment it grabbed my bag and ran of. No way I was gonna see my crisps again :-(

That night I slept in my hammock watching the stars and listening to the dingo’s howl. It was cold. very very cold.
Didn’t sleep too well and the lack of coffee started to get to me a little the next day.

But that’s when I ran into Collin and Matt, two motorbike riders. Had the best day with them climbing up and down rock walls and jumping into freezing cold pools.
It’s indeed a wonderful spot. We lingered around so long I nearly couldn’t get a lift back into town…

Lucky I did find one in the end and so it happened I’m back on my bike and in Paraburdoo at the moment.

The wheels just keep on turning.

Thats it for now, I’m going to leave you but not before I wish my dad a happy happy birthday!
Congratulations dad!

I’m off to the pub and drink a beer on you… and probably another one for my sister Judith whose birthday it is the 24th.
Love you!

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The back end of nowhere… and beyond

July 12, 2009

As agreed I was met in Katherine by a big purple truck.
To take me out to my home for the next few weeks.

It would have taken me three days to ride out, which I wouldn’t have minded. It was a beautiful road. That slowly turned from forest area to more open plains. Nothing else but bush and here and there a cow or kangaroo hopping about.

And then there it was.
A little oasis. Complete with palm trees and green grass.

Top Springs.

A funny place to pass through,
An even funnier place to live.

With a population of 7 it’s the smallest place I’ve ever spent much time.
It’s a place I’d describe with words like ‘interesting’ or ‘different’…
Not least because of the people working there.

There is the overworked & underpaid alcoholic gardener. Who sends all his wages straight back into the pub. He doesn’t really eat but makes up for it with xxxx gold-cans, his drink of choice. It’s him I am sharing a house with. Not always easy dealing with his mood swings but he’s a decent enough guy. And he keeps the place looking very clean.

Then we have boss-lady.
If a snake or cane toad is spotted she’d be the first one running out with a golf club and baseball bat to murder the animal.
She tries to run a tight ship but lacks dramatically in people skills. She seems very nice to most people, calling them ‘love’ or ‘chicken’, but most people don’t work for her or need to deal with her regime 24/7.
On the other hand I have to admit I’ve never been much good with authority. But when someone tries to treat me like I’m dumb or bullies me for no reason I get annoyed.

And her partner. An -I suspect- slightly autistic man who’s deaf at one ear and never listens with the other. In the 5 weeks I’ve spend here I’ve never quite figured out what he actually does. Apart from barging in on any one trying to do their job while shouting random comments like: “when you sweep the floor, use a broom!”… Or; “when you have nothing to do, stock the fridges!” (like you ever got nothing to do…)

A 21-year-old southern sheila has been here a bit longer than me and is the boss-lady’s pet. So she can’t do nothing wrong. I get on with her well enough but her lack of spine gets tiresome. She’s usually rather happy and finds everything: ‘excellent!’ and ‘cruisy’…

Big kiwi guy does the late shift. He’s quiet, laid back and easy to get on with. Just does the job not bothered about no one else.

The latest addition to the team is a charming lady from Western Australia, a serious breath of fresh air, she bounces around and is easy to talk to. She’s running the kitchen now and is doing an ‘excellent!’ job at that…

I get on best with the last two, funny enough they are both travellers.
They know there’s a whole world out of TS. So don’t take everything too serious. You need that. Or you might end up like boss-lady…

I’ve been having a pretty good time though, despite of some peoples efforts to put me down.

The most interesting thing is the characters passing through here.

We’re not at any main highway so there’s no backpackers.
And just a few retired Australians with camper vans, a.k.a ‘grey nomads’.
One thing I thought would be great is the lack of things to spent money on… But in my first days here I met a lovely couple who go digging around for gem stones in the area and make jewellery out of it… so I bought a pair of earrings…

There are a few aboriginal communities in the area so they come in a lot.
I was shocked to find out that we have a ‘black fella’s bar’ and a ‘white fella’s bar’. And these two don’t mix well.
Everything we do is with double measure.

For example the petrol.
If a white fella comes along they can fill up and pay afterwards.
Comes a black fella, he has to come in to pay before filling up…

Many little things like that.

Before I started work here I was told to get a RSA (Responsible Service of Alcohol certificate)
I did the course online.
Only to find out when I got here that we break just about every rule in the book… From underage drinking to serving after hours and smoking at (and behind) the bar…
But again, the rules are different for different people. And boss-lady is the one to make them up. So whatever you do, it’s never right.

Sometimes there is a crowd, like the night we got Miss Universe ’72. Who came on a rally and had their final night in Top Springs. Including band, BBQ and some booze ;-) A pretty good night that was.

Then we’ve got the cowboys and girls. All the people working on surrounding stations come in regularly for a drink.

90km up the road you find one of those stations called Camfield. With its 276.900ha and 35.000 cattle, it’s not the largest. But I wouldn’t call it small either.

On a rare day off I cycled out to Camfield to check out how things work there.
You can imagine my surprise when I saw a lone cyclist coming towards me…
Ida, from Swiss, has been cycling by herself for the past few years nearly the same route as I have and is just about to finish her 20.000km round of Australia. On a single speed bicycle!!! I’m absolutely amazed and was happy she decided to stay two nights at Top Springs.

She’s a proper superhero.

And then the ‘truckies’
They’re a special kind all together. They come in for a heart attack on a plate and to chat up the barmaid.
But they’re good fun and I got to ride in a road train :-)

Not only that, I got to fly in a helicopter too!
We’re owned by a helicopter company. They send flying cowboys out to muster cattle and they regularly stop here to get oil.
Sometimes when they’ve got time they take someone up for a flight. It’s great!
You get to see how very remote you actually are and the pilot took me out to a creek where the bats live.
There is a bit of a bat-problem at night, thousands swarm down in the trees and poo all over the show. That’s a reason the swimming pool has been closed for months already. A shame. Would be nice to be able to swim since there isn’t a whole lot of other things to do around here.

I did go for a run and a ride on my bike a few times, but after you’ve been up and down all four roads you’ve kindda seen it.

But the chopper pilot showed me where the bats go during day time and how they (not the bats…) muster cattle! It was brilliant, so next time an opportunity arose I took the chance. Since both the pilot and I had the afternoon off he said it wasn’t a problem to take me up. Not surprisingly boss-lady came out to spoil the fun and told us I couldn’t go because ‘it was too expensive’

It’s not her paying though. She’s not the pilot’s boss. And she has nothing to say over me on my time off. So when another one came in some days later I flew away.

The main job I’ve been doing here is scrubbing and cleaning hotel rooms and toilets. Not the most exciting and not what I’ve been told I would be coming out for.
I know it needs to be done, but it wouldn’t harm anyone to swap the shifts around a little so we all get to work the shop and bar as well…

When I finally convinced boss-lady to make a roster I got all the cleaning shifts during the week, and an early shift Saturday and a late shift Sunday. It did suit me alright. I just bounce around listening to my mp-3 player. And there was a big draft on last weekend. So I arranged for a ride out on Saturday afternoon and planned to stay the night.
Except that boss-lady had different ideas. She doesn’t like me to enjoy myself so on the Friday night she tells me I’ve got a split shift on Saturday… working the night as well.
I mentioned that I already had plans, and I’ve been looking forward to getting to see the camp draft. Her reply;” If you go out there you don’t need to come back!’

Fine.
I jumped in a road train and away I was. Together with my bike and all my gear.
It’s wonderful to be free and not have people nagging about silly stuff.

And it was well worth getting sacked for. I had a great time watching people on horses chasing cows around an arena…

I want to be in Katherine next week for the show, a proper rodeo which will be fun to watch. Until that time I’m riding around on the road trains. With people called ‘Bull’, ‘Jumbo’, ‘Buck’ and ‘Bush Pig’.
It’s a good way to see some country…
Like last night when we went to see Lee Kernaghan & John Williamson at the Darwin city Muster. (apparently two of the biggest names in Australian country)
Had a great time and actually recognised some songs from what’s been playing in the truck :-)

And then, finally, I will get on the bike again.
Time to get out of the Northern Territory and go explore Western Australia for a bit.
It’s gonna be great!

Love
M.