Well guys you have gathered that keeping a blogg going is a lot more difficult than first perceived. Not only does it take a long time, dedication and a flare for writhing, non of which I have, it also require net access which is difficult to get and more importantly expensive. But anyways here we are. Since the last boring edition of Adam and Iain's adventure in Aus a lot has happened and been learned. In fact, probably to much. We finished working at Millers realizing that data entry is an amazingly tedious and repetitive task which requires the brain capacity of a new born. Admittedly though it provides the opportunity to use the internet all day and sit in an air conditioned office all day with free coffee.
Visiting Canberra, an odd place due to its overly designed layout with roads in geometric patterns any mathematician would be proud of, we got to sit in the public gallery of the house of representatives during question time. This confirmed my suspicions that Mps are all a bunch of crooks, whom never give a straight answer and would most probably steel candy from a baby. We got to see “Johno” perform, although he did come across as a tad arrogant. I also got to see a portrait of Robert Menzies, a supposed relative of mine whom also turns out to be the most renowned and longest serving Australian prime minister ever.
We also visited the Australian institute of Sport, an academic facility that only teaches funnily enough sporting courses. It highlights the amazing resources Australia has to offer its athletes (including saltwater sleeping booths) and provides an explanation as to why they kick our ass at nearly every sport under the sun.We have also discovered that staying in one place at the beginning of a year out isn’t the best idea and hence have left Sydney for Cairns so as to start traveling down the east coast before the heat of summer really kicks in over here.
Now this idea seemed amazing at the time, and don’t get me wrong, was and is still the best decision we could have made, but there has been so many little hiccups along the way, that with a touch of foresight may have changed our mind.
The most memorable and now seems famous incident happening in Cape Trib. Found just north of Cairns, Cape Trib is Australia’s answer to the Caribbean. Relaxing aurora with a tropical beaches and rainforest country side, it’s certainly something worth seeing. We decided to Climb Mount Sorrow while there with the two Charlottes we were sharing a dorm with. Warned about the dangers of the hike, with tails of death and missing persons lost forever, we decided to continue anyways thinking how hard and bad 
could things really get.The hike was hard and arduous, with vertical drops either side of a 1ft wide trail, leeches sucking away at your skin, lack of grip on my shoes, ridiculous humidity, and a language barrier of English and German which made conversation a bitch.
Anyways, we made the summit and the views as expected were worth every sweaty minute. Nothing short of spectacular. As you can imagine we rested for a while and then began our descent. I don’t think any of us really could have predicted what would happen next, but if so it may have changed the decision to climb.
No more that 200m from then end of the 3hr descent, we came across a cassowary. Not spotting it until we were right on top of it, we were amazed to see the Emu like bird with its graceful nature, which is well known throughout Aus due to being of the verge of extinction. As they say though, looks can be deceiving and this bird turned out to be a nightmare straight out of Jurassic Park.
Adam somehow wound up separated from us leaving him open for the bird’s first attack. Running down the steep slopes to get away the bird persuade managing to stab Adams lower side Abs with its beak.
The bird stopped having clearly scared the crap out of Adam, whom now due to his speed was most likely in another state.
It was now the Germans and my turn. We started to back off, but it kept coming, slowly increasing its speed to ensure the gap between us got shorter and shorter.Realizing moving away was futile I stopped, the Charlottes following suite, although some what safer being considerably farther up the path. Whether this was the right thing to do, god only knows. Surprisingly though the Cassowary also stopped, and for about 5 heart palpitating mins, which seemed like a life time, groomed its self. But then suddenly it began to circle, separating me from the girls and ending up within arms length of me. Looking directly at me as I did it, the animal cast a shadow over me as it stood easily a foot taller.
Enough was enough, fear had really started to kick in and the basic instinct of running was taking over. I “legged” it without looking back, unsure if I was being pursued.
After a good 50m I looked back finding myself alone. Relief started to set in.
To conclude, whilst this was all happening the Germans had climbed a tree, and Adam was mot probably in Mexico by now, and the Cassowary was most probably laughing to itself over its easy victory. To cut the story short, we rescued the girls by making a load of noise with some Spanish blokes, and became local Celeb’s appearing the press due to the nature of the attack.
Oh yeah, then we went white water rafting where at one point I nearly drowned. So all is well in Aus.
No comments:
Post a Comment