Have arrived in Broome today and decided that it would be a good move to update our blog with the Derby and Horizontal Falls photos before things get too busy!
On Sunday we did the touristy things by visiting the wharf at high tide to see the difference. Derby has the second largest tide differences in the world (the largest is in the Bay of Fundy on the east coast of Canada, which we visited in 2010). Even though the water seems very muddy, it is a popular fishing spot, both from the wharf and the shore at high tide.
We then drove out to the Prison Boab Tree, a boab which is estimated to be 1,500 years old. It was used to hold Aboriginal prisoners and those being rounded up by ‘blackbirders’ en route to Derby. The photos of groups of young Aboriginal men chained together with neck chains sent a chill down my spine. To think we were doing such things to fellow human beings as recently as we were is impossible to reconcile. Murray and I are constantly amazed by these trees.
Discovered a boab on the median strip in town that was growing
leaves already and had a few flowers – I can only imagine that this was because
the trees are watered regularly, so they must think the wet had started. The flowers are quite beautiful – large and
white.
In the evening we took our bottle of wine and the camera and
settled ourselves on the balcony at the Catch of the Day restaurant at Derby
Wharf. The sunset was lovely, with the
wharf and those on it silhouetted against the sky and it pains me to say that
the smoke from the burning happening across on the Dampier Peninsula enhanced
the colours greatly. Once the sunset was
over and I had managed to stop taking photos, we enjoyed our meal of barra.
Monday morning saw us winging our way over the tidal mud flats
around Derby, which are amazing and the Buccaneer Archipelago in a seaplane to
the Horizontal Waterfall.
This natural tidal feature is created by the passage of water
through two narrow gaps in bays adjoining Talbot Bay. The volume of water generated by the huge
differences in tide cannot make it through the gaps as rapidly as the tide
falls and rises, so the water level on either side can be up to two metres
different at the smaller gap. The two
gaps can be seen in this photo Murray toook from the plane:
We were taken through the larger of the two gaps in a jet boat and
sat and watched the water racing through the narrow gap.
From here we had a trip up Cyclone Creek, which I actually found
more fascinating than the ‘falls’, as I had been totally unprepared for how
beautiful this area would be. Red King
Leopold sandstone ranges meeting the aqua water and in places, green mangroves,
backed as always by that magnificent blue sky was stunning. Parts of the range showed amazing evidence of
the uplifting that occurred how-ever many millions of years ago and one area
looked as if it had been scrunched up – caused, apparently by the uplifting
being accompanied by extreme heat and pressure.
The flight back to Derby was via a different route and we had a more extensive view of parts of the Buccaneer Archipelago, which is made up of some 1,000 islands – truly astounding.
Derby Wharf looked so tiny from the air!
We were safely deposited at the airport by the seaplane, which had
wheels secreted away in the floats to facilitate this dual capability. Another exciting day and yet more magnificent
scenery – talk about sensory overload!
Must take this opportunity to explain that the strange spacing and odd fonts which occur in these blogs are not of my doing and drive me nuts. It is all perfect when I click on 'publish', but then things go awry for some reason - very annoying!
Must take this opportunity to explain that the strange spacing and odd fonts which occur in these blogs are not of my doing and drive me nuts. It is all perfect when I click on 'publish', but then things go awry for some reason - very annoying!
That image of the Aboriginal men chained from neck to neck is one that will never leave once you've seen it. And rightly so. It certainly highlights Howard's ignorance and brutal superiority in his repeated refusals to apologise. It wasn't us, he says. No, it was his uncle Joe.... and ..... he's dead ...... nothing to apologise for. The Did-Not v Did-So lack of intelligence of the brute screams volumes. That was done, as you say, such a short time ago ..... when our grandparents lived, if not our parents.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many Aborigines were held in that boab prison at one time by their snow-white-self-righteous-know-all Captors. The only unintentional kindness is that the inside of a tree would have been preferable confinement to Aborigines than the inside of a jailhouse.
Stunning photography once more. I wanted to steal a picture for the top of my Facebook page but it didn't work, so I'll wait and ask properly and legally, if I can steal the pic. Where the strata are diagonals it looks like the cliff fell over and couldn't get up, so gave up and decided to live there, on the diagonal, forever. I know just how it feels. Getting up is hell.
Good to listen to other travellers/adventurers provided they are talking about the things that must be seen. "Boring" or "Nothing" don't really feature in such a venture as yours. Those words are simple challenges to look around and listen a little. That way we get to share it all. Those narrow tidal gaps and the power of the water flowing through them must be incredible. Was there noise - a roar? Like a very fast flowing river?
G'day Wendy and as always, I look forward to your comments. Which photo did you want - let me know & I will email it to you.
ReplyDeleteThere was no noise at the Horizontal Waterfall - just the vision of the water swirling and eddying, which was rather lovely in itself and Christian appreciated the moment enough to turn the boat engine off at one stage so it was really quiet.