Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Culture, cable cars and carriages

Our last real insight into aboriginal culture was in Uluru but the cultural centre looked like it was worth a visit and so it was if only for the fact that we all learnt to throw a boomerang properly so are now fully equpped for kanaroo stunning if the need ever arises. The stage show climaxed with the "killing the kangaroo" dance. Reminiscent of several upper school dance lessons.



Followed by "Aboriginal Idol"



Enough culture for one day so up another cable car (is that 4 or 5 this year?) . The difference being that this one took about 45 mins and involved an awful lot of " travelling majestically above the rainforest canopy" . "Look," said I "there's another tree!" There was a nice waterfall too but being the dry season it wasn't exactly cascading.



The final destination was Kuranda part of the Atherton tablelands with a strong tourist hotspot feel. It felt like walking through Cheddar having just looked at the Gorge. Trying to avoid the temptation of overpriced tourist tat and deciding which overpriced eating establishment would satisfy our wallet and nutritional requirements. I can't quite understand why we plumped for staring at rainforest for an hour and then deciding to go for the "rainforest view" cafe. Like we hadn't seen enough already. Obviously not because we rounded things off by walking through yet more rainforest.



A walk where we managed to get lost despite the clear signs and nearly missed our train. Here is Alex standing dutifully for Mummy's photo shot. Whilst Daddy strides on with a "we haven't got bloody time," attitude.The train by the way takes you near enough back to where you caught the "Skyrail"



Needless to say we did make the train easily in the end. The view was wonderful all the way down apparently but the long day and steady rocking meant we were all lulled off to sleep for about half of the downward journey.



I'm finishing there because as with all Barrier Reef holiday blogs so far, it comes via an internet cafe. But the g button on this particular keyboard is bein a real pi to press so I'm stoppin now
because it's ******g me off!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Several questions:

Is that aborigine really dead, or just something they do for the tourists?

Surely all the cafés would be called Rainfoest View?

Creaky Viaduct looks like something out of A Passage to India. Was Maggie Smith on the train with you?

Those Australian wooden surfer beads you are wearing... is that just a phase?