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QUEENSLAND, AUSTRALIA – Monday 18th April to Sunday 8th May 2005

 

Cliff CHARLESWORTH (47B) & his wife Pauline

 

[Reporter: Greg PECK]

 

 

Day Eighteen – Sunshine Coast

 

Thursday 5th May

Today was earmarked for a trip to Beerwah, in the lee of the Glasshouse mountains, so that we could pay a visit to Steve Irwin’s "Australia Zoo". We set off at 08.00 hrs and ran smack into some really heavy traffic as soon as we turned off of the National Route 1 (Pacific highway) and onto the Gateway tollway, within 500 metres of the interchange we were at a standstill. Unfortunately, this is not at all unusual at that time of the morning. The problem is due to Brisbane's coastal location and is the curse of all the State capitals of Oz. Traffic can only really exit the city to the east, south and north. With the vast bulk of the traffic using the north/south axis this creates some huge traffic hold-ups at morning and evening peaks. As per usual, after crawling along for about ten kilometres the traffic suddenly started to move freely again, with no obvious or apparent reason for the delay. Once over the Gateway tollbridge we made very good time and quickly made our way to the junction with the Bruce Highway. The Gateway tollway forms a sort of bypass road that avoids Brisbane CBD and effectively links the north and south sections of National Route 1 and also the route to the West. The southern part of NR 1 is called variously the Southeastern Freeway and the Pacific Highway, the name change coinciding with the Gateway's junction with NR 1. The northern section of NR 1 is the Bruce Highway.

 

The Bruce Highway was also quite busy but as most traffic was city bound we had no problems hitting the maximum 110 km/h as we bowled along heading north. After taking the exit for the Beerwah/Landsborough road, we kept an eye open for the vantage point from which we could take a few pictures of the huge monolith that overshadows the road, this is the mountain known to the Aborigines as "Tibrogargan". Opposite the towering hunk of rock is a patchwork of fertile fields full of pineapples, this area, with the benefit of its rich volcanic soils, is a wonderful place for growing just about anything at all but pineapples are the crop of choice for many of the local farmers. There are many fresh fruit and vegetable bargains to be had from the enterprising stallholders that flourish along the route.

 

Mount Tibrogargan, an ancient volcanic plug

 

We arrived at Australia Zoo before 10.00 hrs and made our way into the Zoo grounds. Entry was $29 for us pensioners and apart from food or drink, souvenirs etc, covered the cost of anything else inside, such as the "train" that traverses the Zoo grounds. The first thing that Cliff and Pauline commented on was the cleanliness of the place and the unfailingly cheerful demeanour of the staff. We checked out the alligators and the Snakes first off and the sheer numbers of deadly snakes impressed the hell out of them both. Especially the sheer size of the lethal taipan and king brown, both of which regularly exceed 3 metres in length.

 

We were lucky enough to see a keeper working, very carefully, in the wombat lodge, with five sleeping wombats in occupancy. There is a myth that Oz's large marsupials are docile and gentle critters but that is far from the truth. The wombat is a grumpy creature with a very sturdy body and teeth like a rats, but about five times larger and longer. If annoyed, they use their bodyweight and immense strength to bowl you over and then inflict savage bites. They are known to kill dingoes or domestic dogs that make the fatal mistake of going into a burrow after the resident wombat. The wombat simply crouches, waits until the predator is standing directly above it and then suddenly stands up. It then uses its formidable musculature to crush the predator to death against the burrow roof, definitely not an animal to be taken lightly.

 

Indian elephants

[Photograph: Margaret Peck]

 

Pauline and Margaret in the aviary – two very dangerous birds!

[Photograph: Gerry Peck]

 

After a shufti at the Indian Elephants, the colourful parrots and other avians in the huge aviary, we moved through the Kangaroo paddocks towards the "Crocoseum", this is where the Irwins or their staff put on the shows.

 

Pauline and an inmate of the kangaroo paddock

[Photograph: Margaret Peck]

 

First out were some snakes, both venomous and constrictive types, the snakes had obviously read the script because they did exactly as they were supposed to do at any given moment. Next came the Sumatran tigers, smallest of the sub species presently extant but still very impressive. It was very interesting to see the positive way that the handlers and animals interacted with each other, real affection was evident.

 

Sumatran tigers in the “Crocoseum

[Photograph: Margaret Peck]

 

A motley collection of birds were then given free rein to fly around the Crocoseum, again, the way that the birds responded to the handlers was indicative of absolute trust and affection. Finally came the highlight of the show, a rather large saltwater croc went through his paces but unlike the previous performers, showed no interest in being friendly with his handlers. He was really mean looking, very much on the prowl and when he closed his jaws on the food his handlers gave to him, it sounded lake a manhole lid dropping down from a reasonable height!

 

Once the live show was over, we went into the huge al fresco canteen and selected our lunch, all of us choosing the American burger and chips. Very tasty too, especially when washed down by an orange drink.

 

[Photograph: Margaret Peck]

 

Australia Zoo has a wide selection of small animal exhibits and in each instance the layout and size of the sectioned off area is just about spot on for the animal it contains and designed to give the animal maximum visual and physical stimulation. Because the weather had turned a tad cooler than is usual for this time of the year and was obviously threatening rain, some of the outdoor enclosures inhabitants had decided to take the day off. All of the giant tortoises and some of the outdoor lizards had shared this sentiment and were snoozing in odd corners. Fortunately the ever active otters more than made up for that with a helter-skelter display of sheer joie de vivre. The large and rather menacing cassowaries were active too. This very large bird has been known to kill by striking out with its huge toed feet, it has one elongated claw like a small scimitar and it can disembowel a man with one lightning fast kick.

 

Cassowary

[Photograph: Margaret Peck]

 

Cliff was taken with the music being played by an Aboriginal musician who was a full on, one man band. He somehow managed to play all sorts of instruments, including a harmonica, a flute, a guitar, drums and a rack set up with three didgeridoos. The result was some hauntingly beautiful music with an unmistakable Aussie theme. Cliff promptly decided to lash out and purchase two CD's of the bloke’s music.

 

Aboriginal musician

[Photograph: Margaret Peck]

 

We took a trip on the Zoo's transport system, so that we could cover more ground without wearing ourselves out and checked out the latest Zoo arrivals, four young cheetahs. As a bonus, we also got to see all four young tigers again too. Once again, the obvious rapport between the animals and the handlers was manifested very clearly. After watching spellbound as the cheetahs demonstrated that wonderful grace and speed for which they are justly famous, we finally moved on and had a hand-feed of the elephants. Contact between public and the animals is encouraged at Australia Zoo, as the Irwins feel that this helps to get people onside with regard to conservation issues. It is quite normal to meet a handler strolling along with something exotic on a leash. They even had a huge wedgetailed eagle flying from handler to handler, this was hugely impressive!

 

Handler with wedgetail eagle

[Photograph: Margaret Peck]

 

Another striking feature of the layout was the fact that a covey of kookaburras and a mated pair of tawny frogmouths have taken up residence in a small and open enclosure near the original canteen facility. Totally blasé about the camera popping mob just a metre or so the other side of the low fence around their small area of paradise, they wait for the grub they know will be brought out to them. These casual "lodgers" have got on to a damn good lurk!

 

Kookaburras

[Photograph: Margaret Peck]

 

The Irwins are investing the money from their Croc Hunter movies and various other royalties into expanding the facility. Eventually it will span 315 acres and much work has been started on already. Various projects, including a huge moated island for the primate section are starting to take shape. When it all comes to fruition, it will be one of the premier breeding Zoos in the world and it is a credit to the Irwins and their staff.

 

 

Cliff and Pauline had a great day out and apart from a three minute shower during the early afternoon and another that caught us on the way back to the car park we got away with it lightly. We could see the heavy rainfall lashing the high hills a few kilometres away and were well pleased to have missed the worst of that. The journey back was not as bad, with the fairly heavy traffic moving well and no delays on the Gateway.

 

Once home, we sank a beer and had a nice bit of steak, along with the last of the kartoffelsalat, accompanied by peas, corn and 3 bean mix. No sooner had we finished our scoff than the security company that monitors Greg and Tammy's alarms informed us that they couldn't contact them and that the alarms had been triggered. A mad dash to “Peckingham Palace” and we checked out the house and grounds. No sign of forced entry and all secure. As we were chatting to one of the neighbours, Greg and Tammy hove into view, having walked down to the local shops for some groceries. Turns out that he had left the cat in the house and then set the alarms. He had his mobile in his pocket but he had earlier needed to restore his phone and had then forgotten to reset his call music. He had ignored the phone in the shops, thinking it was some other idiot not answering his mobile phone. When it did it again (for the 8th time) as he was walking down the street, he finally twigged! Poor old Cliff had come along to see if any burglars needed bashing, he was quite disappointed.

 

 

Day Nineteen

 

Published: May 2005