It’s great reflecting back through past experiences.
It was hot and humid, only alleviated by a strong breeze as the coast of Queensland drifted by – tropical islands, desert islands, sand dunes, bush, rainforest – yet no sign of life – no seabirds, fish, turtles, whales, seals or flying fish. The sea and air were barren. One could only hope the land was more fecund.
Sitting in the Jacuzzi as we sail out past the headland, through the islands, with the sun setting – a magnificent sunset of yellows, orange and pink. Near perfection.
We weaved through the straits of Torres, dodging its assortment of islands dotted like green or barren rocky pearls, into the Coral Sea on the heels of a cyclone.
Then it was Darwin – a city that changed its name to Darwin from Palmerston in 1911 in tribute to Charles Darwin back when Oz wasn’t in thrall to the religious fanatics…
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