This was a confusing couple of days. Both Australia and New Zeeland are very strict about how clean the hull has to be before they let the boat dock in their ports. Our ship’s hull was thoroughly cleaned before we got on. We had no trouble getting into Australia. The captain ordered another hull inspection while we were in port. The divers indicated that we might not be allowed in New Zeeland. They decided to skip Kangaroo Island and steam out to deep waters where we could drop our undesirable hull denizens. When we got there, the seas were too rough to do a hull cleaning. So we steamed back to Kangaroo Island for the afternoon.

We had an “Ocean Safari” trip booked for the morning, and planned to walk around the island in the afternoon. The morning excursion was changed to an afternoon excursion. We decided to decline the Ocean Safari in favor of our afternoon walkabout. We had a delightful time. We walked the sculpture trail. We got up close and personal with a wild Wallaby. And most importantly, we had a game of mini golf.

There’s only this one pic today. I hope this finds everybody doing well.

Port Lincoln exports a lot of fish and a lot of grain – mostly to Asia. We took an expedition to visit an historic wool shed. It was restored circa 1920 when wool exporting was king. Our guide worked in the wool shed as a kid. Today, the only thing they still make is scones for morning tea. They still have working dog from the sheep days. The dog is 11 years old, but it’s clear it hasn’t lost it’s working instincts.

They had a lot of old equipment that still works. Here’s a shot of their way-cool wool press. They also had shearing area with a half dozen shearing stalls powered by a leather belt. That picture didn’t turn out. But you can take my word – it is also way cool.

We stopped at beach on the way back. Grain farmers aren’t busy the whole year. Back in the day, they would use a truck to tow their boats to the beach area, then use an old tractor to get them in and out of the salt water. It didn’t take long for the farmers to just keep their old tractors near the beach. Over time, the tractors rusted out and stopped working. They weren’t worth anything, so they were simply abandoned. The government finally put the kibosh on the practice, but there are still a lot of old tractors that nobody wants to claim ownership of. The result is a tractor graveyard.

Our last stop was the railroad museum. They had some interesting information about how grain was transported. Other than that, it was a huge collection of old railroad junk.

I hope this finds everybody doing well.

Our visit to Albany marks the half way point of our cruise. We took an excursion to a whale processing plant which operated from the 1950s to 1972. This company killed whales with a harpoon gun, then parked the carcus in the bay. They then processed the whales on land. We got a detailed and rather gruesome explanation of how it all worked. It’s hard to get a handle on how big whales are. Here is the skeleton of a Pigmy Blue Whale.

A regular Blue is half again larger. Here’ a picture of its mouth, using actual whale bones.

Albany was founded in 1852 with a ship load of prisoners and prison guards. The ship is called the Brig Amity. Here’s a picture of a replica. The tour guide gave the number of people aboard (which I promptly forgot). How could they possibly put that number of people on a very small ship? It seemed impossible at the time. I found the answer when we returned to our ship. The Brig Amity left from Sidney, not England. That’s rather a shorter sail with calmer waters.

The other highlight of our tour was The Gap, informally known as suicide point. The force of water hitting the walls of the inlet were very impressive, and we were there on a calm day.

The Gap is high on a hill. Here’s an interesting pic of the bay from a high viewpoint. Those rocks in the water turn out to be quite interesting, if you are a geologist. A few hundred billion years ago, Antarctica bumped into Australia. A couple of hundred billion years later, it separated. This left rocks not normally found in Australia, with a perfect match in Antarctica.

This last pic is just a nice view of the harbor.

We have a couple of sea days coming up. After setting our clocks back several times, gaining extra hours to sleep, we will start giving those hours back. I hope this finds everybody doing well.

For our second day in Fremantle, we stayed in town and did a self-tour. Our morning was spent at the Fremantle prison.

It turns out that for many years, it was a progressive prison with an emphasis on reformation. And also forced labor, but hey you have to do something with your day. The prison had a Church of England Chapel. The belief is that the chapel decoration was originally painted by a prisoner. Here’s a pic of some of the wall art he did in his prison cell.

Whatever the prisoner did, it got plastered over. It can’t be restored without ruining whatever it was. So today we see a more modern wall painting for the chapel.

Our other major outing was the shipwreck museum. Thanks mainly to the coral, Australia was a very dangerous place for early sea farers. There are lots of interesting stories about ships that sank, both for ships that have been found and for those who have not. One of the more interesting efforts is one of the very early purpose-built steam engines for ships. The restoration effort was so effective that you can clearly see what the engine looked like. Most of the parts move as intended. They are even able to turn the crank shaft.

That’s it for Fremantle. Tomorrow is a sea day. I hope this finds everybody doing well.

We have two days in Fremantle. Today we took the train to Perth. Our first visit was to the mint. When we paid our admission, they told us the mint does not accept cash. One must use a credit card. The tour was quite a show. When first waling in, we saw a million dollar coin. It’s the real deal. The coin is on a platform that goes down into a vault at the end of the day. The gold in the coin is worth 10 million dollars. If I remember correctly, the coin weighs 11 tons.

They did a demonstration of pouring gold. The gold was already in an oven not enough to make gold flow like a liquid.

After pouring the gold into a mold and letting it cool, they got a half-million dollar gold heart. They recycle the same gold over and over, re-making the heart for each tour. Here’s a picture of two women who have a heart of gold.

After that, we went to the Western Australian Museum. We saw a 5,000 year old Egyptian pot. (Take this with a grain of salt. Our guide was quite knowledgeable, but he said some things I know to be incorrect.) How did such an ancient artifact find its way to Australia? Some British captain was stealing collecting items, had a shipping mishap, and it ended up eventually in the museum.

Here’s my piece de resistance. This pre-Columbian Zuni pot was made in New Mexico. Danita and I flew to San Diego, got on a boat that went through the South Pacific, sailed half way around Australia, and saw a bowl made in Mew Mexico.

We took two tours at the museum. The other was an aboriginal tour. It couldn’t have been more different than the highlights tour where we saw the above objects. The aboriginal tour visited several of the same rooms as the highlights tour, but it was totally focused on the history of the aboriginal people, the stories they tell, and their relationship with whites over the colonial and post-colonial period.

As nice as the day was, the evening show easily topped it. The Western Australian Police Pipe Band performed for us. I don’t think you will ever see a finer pipe band, or better dancers.

I hope this finds everybody doing welll.

Yesterday was Mardi Gras. One of the residents made himself the Mardi Gras king.

Today is Valentine’s day as well as Ash Wednesday. If you are in the Australian tourist industry, this is the low season. We visited Exmouth, a very small town of about 1,000 people during the low season, 20,000 in the high season. Their harbor has a lot of very big boats. I think there might be more boats than people this time of year. We took an excursion on a glass bottom boat. Exmouth’s reef is the world’s second largest (behind the great barrier reef) and the world’s largest fringing reef. It is also the world’s healthiest reef of any kind, thanks to generally low ocean temperatures. We saw a lot of sea life — a large oyster, a sea turtle, a sea snake, two sharks, a ray, and of course a lot of fish. The pictures turned out to be quite poor, but here’s one “we were there” shot.

I haven’t written about our evening entertainment. The shows are usually good. There’s a ship’s backup band when needed to support a soloist. They are quite good and very professional. Usually they play John Denver or Broadway or some other simple music. Recently we had a soloist sax player. This guy is remarkable because he likes very complex Latin rhythms. It seemed to me the backup band perked up and had a lot of fun with this. Especially remarkable is the drummer. He’s from Argentina. He was never early, never late, never missed a lick. And he was obviously enjoying himself immensely. So was I.

Tomorrow is another sea day. I hope this finds everybody doing well.

When I type up these blogs, I sometimes make mistakes. For example, Brittan sent the HMS Pandora to find the Bounty mutineers, not the USS Bounty. I don’t correct these mistakes because it just doesn’t matter all that much. But I will acknowledge and correct an error in my previous blog. I am told that the snorkels on the SUVs are very useful in this area. The difference between high tide in the rainy season and low tide when it’s dry is enormous. Locals who want to go to the back country when the water level is up sometimes drive through areas so deep that their headlights are under water. I didn’t see any mud on the trucks because the rains haven’t started and everything is still dry. I yield my opinion to the local source.

Broome is a very small town. Back in the day, pearl shells were big business. There was a lot of them, but they were all at the bottom of the bay. Men called luggers came from Japan, Indonesia, and other areas to work as luggers. Many of the men decided to settle down and marry an indigenous woman. The result is there is a substantial population of mixed heritage people.

The first stop on our tour was Cable Beach. It got its name from the undersea cable that started at this beach and ran out to somewhere in Indonesia. There are two interesting points to this picture, which you can’t see no matter how closely you look, so I’ll have to go the thousand word route. The area is filled with dinosaur tracks from 350 million years ago. You might think they should be large and easy to see. They are large, but they are only visible during low tide. The tracks are towards the left side of the picture, under the water. The second thing you can’t see is that in spite of the nice weather, there is only one person swimming in the cove. Locals know that poisonous jelly fish float in this time of year, and crocs are more active due to it being mating season. There are two warning signs posted about croc sightings. Only one person wants to ignore the warning.

Streeter’s pier was built to make it easier to transport pearl shells. That activity no longer exists, but the locals keep the pier in good repair for recreational uses. If you look closely, you can’t tell the pier is at least 20 feet above the mud below. The tide was coming in when we were there. By the time we left, the pier was just above the water.

Since the water level was still low when we were at the pier, we could see fiddler crabs in the mud below. They are quite small, but that doesn’t keep the males from being delighted with the size of their one large claw. They love waving it around to threaten other males and attract females. This time, you don’t have to look very closely to see an orange fiddler crab strutting himself.

Our last interesting pic is of a pearl shell. Our guide said it would yield 60 t0 70 buttons. Believe it or not, this was the primary use for pearl shells all the way up through the late 50s, when synthetic materials took over.

That’s it for this port. Tomorrow is a sea day. Our next stop is even smaller than Broome.

I hope this finds everybody doing well.

Darwin is one of the two towns in the Australian Northern Territory. I didn’t expect it to be very interesting, but it turned out too be a lot of fun. What was not fun was Covid, which I got. I thought I had a cold, but I took the Covid test as a precaution. ‘Turns out, it was the real deal. The medical staff quarantined me for three days. We originally requested a Lanai room, which I thought I preferred to a balcony. (I know — a jarring seeming non sequitur. Stay with me.) We were offered the upgrade free. Danita really wanted it. I went along. Now I know there can be significant advantages to having a balcony. I would have gone nuts in a Lanai room. Passengers getting Covid is nothing new to Holland America. They extended us several comforts. And since my quarantine was mostly on sea days, I didn’t miss much. But really, somebody who wasn’t wearing masks would have more richly deserved those precious comforts. Our Creative Writing Workshop sent me wishes for a speedy recovery. That was nice.

The Japanese bombed Darwin. They dropped more bombs here than they did at Pearl Harbor. One of the things that made Darwin an important target was the presence of the sole under water communication line. It connected Singapore to Australia, then on to New Zeeland. If they had succeeded in destroying that line, Australia would be basically out of the war for lack of communication. Darwin was well along in recovering from WW II when they were hit by cyclone Tracy in 1975. Even people who are too young to remember 1975 are well aware of what happened. Just about the only thing left standing after that cyclone were these walls from city hall. Just about everything else was totally destroyed.

One of the more unusual things I noticed in Darwin is brand new very large SUVs with snorkels. You can see the black snorkel on the side of this SUV, just above the side view mirror. The snorkel trucks I saw were all brand new looking with no evidence of mud or other off-road use. I concluded this is Darwin’s answer to a gun rack in the rear window with an “Insured by Smith and Wesson” sticker on the bumper.

One of the kitschy attractions is Crocodile World. They have some big ones. If you wish, they will put you in a plexiglass cylinder and lower you into the croc tank. They take your pic with an under water camera. They guarantee a dramatic pic. They certainly should. It cost $185 to get the pic. After you pay the hefty admission. My joke is, “They charge $185 to get you in. I wonder what they charge to get you out?

Tomorrow is a sea day. It’s a high speed run to Broome. Timing at Broome is critical because the ship cannot enter or leave the harbor during low tide. This could be quite interesting.

I hope this finds everybody doing well.

When I wrote last, I said we were going to Darwin. That is still true, but I didn’t realize we were going to Komodo Island first. There are several hundred people living on Komodo island. They have no water filtration, sanitation, electricity, internet, or phone service. Our tour took us to see the dragons, not the village.

We saw real Komodo Dragons lazing around on the ground with nothing separating us other than a few feet of space. The guides understood dragon behavior very well and did a good job of keeping us safe. The dragons were wild in that they had to catch their own food. But the clever islanders installed a watering hole which pretty much guarantees there will be a few dragons hanging around.

It was extremely hot — 95 with a heat index of about 105. After we saw the dragons at the watering hole, we were given the option of taking a hike to see if we could find more dragons or wildlife. This was a bad move for us. We should have turned down the extra hike. We were both completely wiped by the heat and the hike. And there were no additional dragons.

We got back to the ship, drank water, and showered. Then we watched a movie because we were too tired to do anything else.

Tomorrow is a sea day. We will arrive in Darwin in two days. I hope this finds everybody doing well.

Cairns is an industrial town that is also very popular with tourists. The main attraction for most tourists is the reef. I’m not good in the water. We took an excursion that showed us the rain forest and the aborigines.

We started with a small zoo that had a few popular Australian animals.

Then we got into a WW II Duck boat and rode a path through the rain forest. This is reputed to be the oldest rain forest in the world. Our guide pointed out several species of plant that has been hanging around more or less unchanged for the last 350 million years. Along the way he pointed out plenty of plants that can be extremely painful if you brush up against them. The star was dendrocnide moroides, also known as the suicide plant, stinging tree, stinging bush, or gympie-gympie. In addition to the “usual” clinging and cutting, this plant dispenses a neurotoxin which causes extreme pain for about three months. We could have easily reached out and touched it. Everybody was being very good about keeping their hands in the boat.

The final part of the day was about the aborigines. They demonstrated dances, instruments, and weapons. Everybody got the chance to throw a boomerang. A couple of men did a credible job.

We will spend four days at sea, going through the barrier reef at Torres Strait. We are using a reef pilot to get us through safely. One gets the idea that Australia has lots of ways to kill us. If we make it through, our next dock is Darwin.

I hope this finds everybody doing well.