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Last month found me sailing to the coral sea reefs. I was in the middle of nowhere, not a care in the world; one kilometre of water underneath, no land or reefs for many miles and a fair wind giving life to the sails. As usual my thoughts drifted across the horizon as I settled into the rhythmic pattern of this ocean world. I glanced at the plotter and realised I could be in trouble. I raced back to the stern and began frantically pulling in my trawling line.
On my bike, on my way to work I passed a couple with a homemade telescope out the front of their house in Townsville and they invited me to look at the Transit of Venus…I was skeptical but then made out the disk of Venus in front of the North Queensland Sun and was stunned…I was also amazed when my iPhone captured an image of the spectacle.
And a few hours later I went back for another look…and it looked like this….
I can’t claim to have known Lincoln Hall, whose death from mesothelioma was announced today, very well. In fact for most of my adult life he has just been someone I have admired from afar through his writing, his adventuring and his several scrapes with mortality. But in 1997, for a fortnight, he and I were allocated a shared cabin on a Russian icebreaker bound for an iceberg and mountain climbing expedition to the Antarctic Peninsula.
It was strange to be in such close proximity to someone who had been a major hero of mine for over a decade. He was intriguing and enigmatic and I must have seemed like a pest, nagging him for details about this or that amazing adventure as we pounded across the Roaring 40s.
Considering they’re down to a few dollars a kilogram bananas are surprisingly hard work. I wrote, recently, about how sorely our family’s patience was being tested as we watched a mammoth bunch of bananas – literally the size of my five year old daughter – refuse to ripen on one of the palms we planted last year. Eventually, with banana prices back then still around $12 to $15 per kilogram, I hacked it off in the hope that it would hurry up the process. We hung them up downstairs in the shade and cool under the house and for a month they did nothing. Finally I hauled the huge bunch and dumped it in disgust in the compost, way back in the far corner of our yard. A few days later, upending a load of scraps I saw that some of the bananas I had tossed out had amazingly turned yellow. Brushing aside a few potato peels and tea leaves I opened one up and it was delicious and for a few moments I understood the thrill our resident brush tailed possum must get when he strikes compost gold. For about a week we feasted on bananas slowly ripening in the compost bay.
Townsville is a place that has really surprised me. Firstly, the weather this winter has been astonishing – like an endless southern autumn, with day after day in the mid-20s and then night after night buried in doonas. If winter was like this every year and there was no such thing as cyclones in the wet season then everyone would move here.
This city also has a reputation for being an army town, full of XXXX-drinking Queenslanders and so I was a little skeptical about what kind of a cultural fest Townsville could put on. But it was a cracker and it really made me think how amazing it is when all different kinds of people come together, rip off their normal clothes and just celebrate with good food, crazy music and spectacular beach-side winter weather. Here’s a movie I made with some highlights from Saturday night..