September 11, 2011

Bridge to Brisbane 2011

Many runners in Brisbane run the Bridge to Brisbane. This year, almost 42,000 people took part, on a glorious morning.

Last year, I was entered for this city's most famous fun run but couldn't compete because I'd returned from the UK less than 48 hours beforehand and was so jet-lagged I could hardly put one foot in front of the other. Bad planning, eh? This year I was determined to see it through, but then we had to move house the week before the race (not of our volition).

This year was the 15th year of the event and it took place on the 10th anniversary of 9/11. We missed the minute's silence before the race to commemorate the latter, however, because we were sitting on a bus on a gridlocked Wynnum Road.

By the time we reached the start zone, most of our fellow Green Runners were already on their way, and the Yellows were straining at the leash. How come there were Greys (who were supposed to start behind the Yellows) up ahead of us on the Bridge? The colour-coding soon becomes a mishmash once everyone's running, of course, but the logic behind the system is sound. How many hundreds of metres does dodging three- or four-abreast walkers add to a runner's overall distance, I wonder?

Courier Mail


Jeff Camden
The route took us up and down the Bridge, along Kingsford Smith Drive, up on to the Inner City Bypass, and down into the RNA Showgrounds. Five-kilometre runners joined us somewhere along Kingsford Smith. All I was really concentrating on was counting down the kilometre markers.

Many people were there just for the fun of it; others were taking it rather more seriously, especially the man who broke the ribbon, who ran the course in less than half an hour. I took twice as long as he did.

The last race we ran was through the Clem7 in February 2010. I'd forgotten just how good it feels to complete such an event, even though it kills at the time. The buzz you get. And now, at last, I've got the T-shirt that has frequently passed me by when I've been running along the riverside on a Sunday morning.


September 9, 2011

Bye-bye Bulimba; hello New Farm

I have just moved north of the Brisbane River. Deciding to live on one side rather than the other is always a major step in a big city bisected by a significant waterway.

This move meant lifestyle changes: from detached house into apartment block; from rattling around to shoehorning belongings; from minimally rule-bound to body corporate world; from garden to balcony; from parkside to riverside; from bridge and tunnel tolls to shorter journey times to work and the CBD; from bottle tree to fig; and from magpie to crow.

The Sunday before moving day the Bulimba Festival was held, a fitting farewell to an enjoyable year and a half in a very pleasant inner suburb. It was a warm day and Bulimbites turned out in their droves. Australian families throw themselves into this kind of thing: they love it and they really know how to make such occasions buzz.


Oxford Street had a stage by the Memorial Park. There were several bands lined up but while we were there Ross Wilson, of Daddy Cool, was playing. He was very popular with the crowd, who sang the words of the last song in the set instead of him, so well did they know them. It could have been 'Eagle Rock', the band's first hit single, which occupied the No 1 spot in the Australian charts for 10 weeks in 1971, and 30 years later was voted the second-best Aussie song of all time*.



There were lots of stalls selling the usual kind of stuff, from 'natural' beauty products to politicians, and plenty to eat, from the best churros we've had since we've been in Oz and in-demand Greek lamb wraps to a posh sit-down 'Long Lunch on Oxford' (beneath the portable canopies, below) – just the $150 per head (with funds raised going to Queensland RSL).

And then we were gone...

...to New Farm, to an apartment from which we can peer deep inside a splendid fig tree beside the river on one side...


...and admire the ever-changing cityscape from the other.



The night after we moved in, there was Riverfire to celebrate the start of the Brisbane Festival. We didn't even have to leave our balcony (firework photos courtesy of my friend).




And yes, from a fifth-floor apartment with views I think the possibilities for weather effects are going to be endless...





* 'Friday on My Mind' by The Easybeats was voted the best. I have only just realised The Easybeats were Australian. Am I alone?

August 30, 2011

Family and other animals

When asked prior to their visit what they wanted to see when they came to Australia, the Manchester chapter were quite clear: animals; especially Australian exotica and creatures of the deep. So a lot of the trip-planning featured wildlife: Girraween for roos; Byron for the reef around Julian rocks and whales off the Cape; Noosa for koalas (in theory); and the Gold Coast for Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary.

Sometimes the best-laid plans come to nought; other times, critters oblige when you least expect them to; on yet other occasions you find the familiar surprisingly enchanting (below, donkeys and pal at the ever-lovely Coolabine Ridge Eco Sanctuary near Mapleton)...




...or you come across what you're least expecting at the time, such as a young Cormorant wing-drying in the heart of Brisbane's CBD, or an Osprey (we think) on a lamppost in the centre of Caloundra.



What is certain is that in Australia, there will always be animals of interest at some point along the way, wherever you go.

First up was Girraween; Girraween Environmental Lodge to be precise, where my friend and I stayed on our first visit to Queensland's Granite Belt, back in October 2010 (see Great Granite), and where many kangaroos call home. We happily returned to this haven of peace well away from it all; the Manchester chapter loved their cabin as well as the locals.

One of the first roos we came across, while walking to Whale Rock, looked as if he was going to bound straight at us. There was a bit of a standoff – who was going to hold their nerve the longest? – before he veered off through the bushes on a short detour and then returned to the path behind us.

There were lots of others to be studied, especially in the early morning and at twilight. They let us approach quite close, even if there were joeys about. Their blending into the landscape was as remarkable as ever.







But perhaps the most astonishing candidate at Girraween, spotted by my friend's eagle eye as we walked down from the summit of Castle Rock in the National Park, was a quite extraordinary stick insect. It was more twiggy than a twig.

And these cast remains had been left behind on tree trunks by whichever insects had outgrown them. I had never spotted these before, on all my many walks through bush and forest, but there were many once I started looking for them. Assuming they were alive, we approached with caution – you never know in Oz – and then felt silly on discovering they were lifeless remains.


The Manchester chapter had headed up to Cairns, principally for the diving on the Great Barrier Reef, within days of arriving in Brisbane on this, their first visit to Australia. They enjoyed, but didn't rave about, their Reef experiences in Northern Queensland. But the diving in Byron Bay, now that was a different kettle of cuttlefish. The best ever, I was told. Tropical and temperate waters mix along this section of the Australian east coast, increasing the variety of marine life, and Julian Rocks, out in the Bay, provide shelter and ample food supplies for many species.

The Byron Bay Dive Centre is well organised, supportive and informative, my brother-in-law reported. They run dinghies off the town beach for the 10-minute journey to the Rocks, during which large dolphin pods and Humpbacks often appear within metres of the boat. Other delights included Green Turtles, Grey Reef Sharks and schools of large pelagic hunters such as Mullaway. Here are some of the best of the beasts*.



You can't visit Byron, of course, without bumping into old friends...

...and over a beer on our west-facing balcony one evening, we counted bats on their twilight passage from the direction of the setting sun. More than 1,500 in 15-20 minutes, we estimated, having counted how many flew over in a minute, several times.

On the way to Byron, we stopped off at the Gold Coast, and Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary. World famous yet struggling to survive financially, this place needs our support. But I was disappointed. It felt more like a zoo than a sanctuary, with some animals in small cages or enclosures complete with that resigned expression animals acquire in such surroundings. Several compartments in certain areas seemed to be empty or depleted.

Tasmanian Devil
Australian Dingo
Maybe they were tired. This Echidna just kept pacing the same circuit over and over.

You can get really up close and personal with the roos. You can pat them and hug them and feed them and, if you're from a certain part of the globe, make V for victory signs as you pose with them for your friends' snaps. What I really couldn't bear was little kids feeding the joeys. That can't be a good idea, can it?

And the saltie's enclosure seemed only slightly bigger than he was, although admittedly he didn't move far from the effects of his overhead heater.





The koalas looked the most content. They were as cute as a million buttons.



Even more irresistible than a koala doing a spot of DIY is a koala with a baby.


Undoubtedly the best bits of a koala are its ears and back-of-head.

The Free Flight Bird Show at Currumbin is impressive, but it was difficult to be impressed and take photographs at the same time. So I can't show you a proud Pelican strutting across the 'arena'; a Bush Stone-curlew's nervous dash; or the swooping Wedge-tailed Eagle and smart, head-skimming Cockatoos. The birds of prey weren't exactly 'free', of course; they were restrained when on their trainers' arms. I don't wish to sound churlish, but by that time I was bothered about animals not doing things naturally.

We should have visited the Wildlife Hospital Precinct to see animals being helped rather than used for entertainment. (I know the entertainment earns the income.) Our time was limited, however, and we had to make choices. If we'd had younger children with us, they would doubtless have loved the Green Challenge Adventure Parc (tree-top rope courses) or the Wild Island adventure playground or Superbee Honeyworld (a bee show!) or the Wild Night Adventure (Aboriginal dance and nocturnal wildlife).


There were no animals to speak of during our last excursion with the Manchester chapter – to the Glasshouse Mountains, the Three Ms (Maleny, Montville and Mapleton), Noosa and Coloundra – except the donkeys and horses above. There should have been koalas-in-the-wild in Noosa National Park. But things have changed since February and our last visit. Koalas haven't been spotted in these parts for a while, reported the Park information centre; not since a large male died a few months ago. It's thought the females may have moved on in search of a new one.

There weren't any koalas in the National Park for decades, following extensive culling (for fur) in the early 20th century. Then, in the 1960s, the word was koalas were under threat from development down Brisbane way. Someone from Noosa Parks Association went down in his ute, loaded it up with koalas and brought them up to Noosa, where they've been ever since. (So much for great sensitivity to habitat change, I was told.)

They migrate between the headland Park and areas further south. (With more and more development come more roads for koalas to cross and more dogs to worry, if not maim or kill, koalas.) Sightings vary as a result of these migrations. And some people believe it's harder to see koalas in trees now than it was during the drought years because the vegetation has flourished since rainy 2010.

Whatever the reason, we didn't spot any, even in their favourite trees – Grey Gums and Eucalyptus robusta.

The day before the Manchester chapter left for Sydney was the Ekka (see The Ekka, August 2011), an experience on many levels for European visitors. The animal extravaganza ranged from my little pony to venomous vipers, which we hadn't encountered previously on our travels, and provided a fitting end to an introduction to Queensland.


Here's a silly list we compiled one day while waiting for a CityCat, based very loosely on 'The 12 Days of Christmas' and some children's book or other, in honour of Australia's wondrous wildlife.

One Wombat
Two Platypuses
Three Tree Frogs
Four Flying Foxes
Five Friar Birds
Six Salties
Seven Basking Sharks
Eight Echidnas
Nine Noisy Miners
Ten Turtles


Carpet Python (top snake) and Common Death Adder (bottom snake)

*Girraween National Park (above) and underwater photographs (Spotted Boxfish, Grey Reef Shark and Green Turtle) courtesy of Jim Grainger

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