Some places where I can’t imagine myself being able to rest easy! (A Townsville Terror)

Catherine’s Blog
Before having kids I was never enamored by the idea of visiting animals in enclosures. I like to spot fauna in their natural habitats, be outdoors and see what I can see see see. Take time in selfish silence to try to spot flickers in the grass, gentle rustlings or catch the flit of a wing in flight.
NOT HERE IN AUSTRALIA
Was happy to view some venomous and dangerous fauna (and flora) from the safe confines of Hartley’s Croc and Wildlife Park!
Now I am more open to the concept of learning about animals in a safe enclosed environment, and rather than freaking out at the unknown, learning a little, and respecting these magnificent creatures and plants, big and small and understanding how to tread carefully with them in the bush. We were on a walk in the Ma:Mu National Park and a snake slithered behind us. Apparently it was a red bellied black (or something dangerous); we were surprised and impressed that: a) we didn’t freak; b) nothing sinister happened and c) all of us went on our merry way!
This is what a crocodile farm looks like. These are hundreds of 2 year old males. They will be ready for “harvesting” in another year! Presumably male, as the sex is determined by the temperature at incubation. They are farmed for their skin and meat.
Enjoy the pictures (from wildlife park – rainforest walk pics to follow).

A beautiful python – not venomous but a constrictor.

Not for flossing!
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Cairns, could potentially rhyme with “Nairn’s” beach; (where the Murray family spent Summer holidays between 1983 and 1985, in West Donegal)….but the similarity ends there! Beaches are empty up here, despite the tropical heat. Crocodiles patrol the waterways and inshore areas, frightening off all but those filled with folly (and suicidal tendencies!).
Cairns also rhymes with “bairns” and the two Findon kids (Scottish ancestry the Findons originally came from a small eponymous town, south of Aberdeen) are having a grand adventurous start to their four month expedition. Fire players, street theatre, amazing birds/birdsong, colour, culture, flair, friendliness, gelato, jandals, nellipots, and that holiday feeling you get when hippies and backpackers converge.
Day 1: sampled fabulous food in both the daytime fresh produce markets and the (famous) night-time Cairns market, which was bustling, with fire eaters, buskers, street miners, street statues (who became Elvis when money dropped in their hat).
We struck gold, as we landed here on the weekend of the Aboriginal Arts Festival.




Day 2: morning spent at the Aboriginal Arts Festival. Ilona and Tadhg thoroughly enjoyed the kids art tables, where they sampled making indigenous designed masks and bandanas.
The afternoon we spent at a crocodile park! Man!!! Much respect to crocodiles! Amazing creatures (except we can’t get the song “never smile at a crocodile” out of our heads!).

First impression: tropical Australia is HOT! It’s Winter here, and around 28 degrees, high humidity! Second impression: it’s lush! Cairns is flanked by the Pacific on one side (the Great Barrier Reef shields the coast from any surf) and enveloped by the Great a Dividing Range of tropical rainforest on the other.
As I deconstruct my life here in Auckland, sort through belongings, place furniture and possessions into storage, empty the house, whittle down a backpack to the bare essentials, while conscious I will be carrying everything on my back…….I keep returning to memories of a concert at the Auckland Town Hall over a year ago, when Glenn Hansard was at full throttle in the Auckland Arts Festival, alongside the sweetest Irish singer, Lisa Hannigan. Part of the nostalgia of hearing Irish singers (my “duchas”) when so far from home, part of the damn-fine show they put on that night in Auckland, the concert left an indelible impression on me, as Hansard finished off the set with a cavalcade, full 20 musician ensemble, traversing throughout the Auckland crowd singing the Dick Blakeslee song “Passing Through”.
Here’s the link to it. (((That didn’t embed, so here is the link! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQYaWsMcYx8)))
If you take the time to listen to it in whole – yes it is over 15 minutes long! – you will get what I mean by this first blog post.
We all are passing through this life – meeting people, sharing time with people, leaving people – all the time journeying through our lives. If you are reading this, I am happy that you are part of my life in some way!
“Passing through, passing through.
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
Glad that I ran into you.
Tell the people that you saw me passing through”
On my penultimate day in New Zealand, I have time to ponder a little. I am sad to say goodbye to great friends and family here, but happy to have spent time in Aotearoa. Two years turned into eleven in this epoch of my life. No regrets as I pass through.
And I am totally excited to pass through four months of travel and adventure as we snake our way to Ireland, two kids in tow. I am at the ‘sometimes happy’ stage of that journey, as we set off on an adventure through Australia, Thailand, Vietnam and Cambodia. Not sure what will be in store, but know that we have people to catch up with again, especially in Australia, and know that there are people we have never met who will leave abiding memories with us.
Parsing belongings to bare essentials has been liberating. Decluttering and dematerialising our lives is giving me the space to think about other things; stepping out of my life for a while, exiting the comfort zone of work/income, leaving the certainty of having a roof over our heads and all of that is a sort of escapism. Someone asked me what I was most looking forward to on this journey, and I realised that it will give me time to reflect.
So it’s slan and haere ra for the moment, and no doubt you will see us passing through this blog over the next few months. Keep on humming the tune!
Catherine and Daniel