16th - 19th December Hope Island
Friday (16th) - Hope Island
Hope Island to Tweed Head
As we left in the morning we spotted three dolphins in the water just around the corner from the house. They hardly surfaced but enough to spot the backs and fins.
Dolphin near the house
Fred kindly drove us down the coast going south
identifying all the key points and places where Helen and Fred had either lived
or owned property while Bert and Helen reminisced over the places they had
stayed during past holidays. The trip took us along the Gold Coast, through
Burleigh Heads, Coolangatta and onto the Tweeds Heads just north of Fingal
Head.
Sheila, Bert, Helen & Fred with Gold Coast skyscrapers in the background
In the evening we had a BBQ that Helen and Fred
had prepared. Following the BBQ we sorted out the surround sound hi-fi system.
The main issue was that quite a few of the 5.1 DVDs were playing background
music but had no vocals. This issue was eventually resolved and a pair of WiFi
linked tweeter speakers were coupled to the system. We fully tested the system the
following evening by watching the latest version of Dad’s Army.
Saturday (17th) - Hope Island
The plan was for Sheila and I to drive up to
Beenleigh Historical Village and Museum with my Uncle Bert and meet with my
other cousin Carole and Jim, as well as meeting their adopted daughter Tima and her newly born child Alanna. I set up the route using Google Maps on my mobile
phone and somehow between setting up the route, checking it with Fred, passing
it to Sheila to relay to me while I was driving it got changed to a Seaworld
destination! How that happened we will never know. Seaworld is on the coast and
miles from Beenleigh and by the time we got there and realised our error we
were miles from Beenleigh and at least a 40 minute drive away. I promptly rang
Carole, apologised for the delay and explained our error and headed north.
Settlements in Beenleigh started about 1860 and
the museum is a collection of the old buildings from the town, including the
church, boot maker’s shop and fire engine shed, with a wide range of
memorabilia, some of which were familiar since they were still in use in the
50s and 60s.
After the visit we headed into the nearby town for lunch and meet up with Tima and her six week old daughter Alanna.
We managed to get back to Hope Island without
any mishaps and after a cuppa walked around to Doug and Anne’s house, two doors
up to take part in a Christmas drinks social.
River view from Helen & Fred's
Sunday (18th) - Hope Island
On Sunday we headed up towards Brisbane Airport
for the matinee performance by Cirque du Soleil of Kooza, a combination of
clowns and acrobats. The location was close to a large mall, which allowed us
all to do a bit of window shopping, although some did part with cash.
Monday (19th) - Hope Island
Route to O'Reilly's Rainforest Retreat & Tamborine
On the Monday Fred generously offered to take
us all on a car trip through Cangungra to O’Reilly’s Rainforest Retreat followed
by a drive over to Tamborine Mountain. We stopped off in Cangungra for a coffee
and spotted a stick insect climbing a post.
Stick insect
The route took us through regions were Fred
& Helen used to live and ride their horses and in the final few miles it
was incredibly steep and twisty with one very narrow singe track section. We
stopped off at an alpaca farm to take a look at the animals, feel their fur
coats and take a look at some of the clothing that is produced from their wool.
The rainforest retreat had a number of lorikeets
and parrots flying around. These were very tame taking seeds from
the hands of visitors and flying into the gift shop.
Smiles all round from Bert & Helen
We took a walk on a
treetop gangway and were a little unlucky to miss the opportunity to see a
python devour a small creature within the rain forest area only a couple of metres from
the path.
A stroll in the woods
After a picnic lunch we headed to Tamborine
Mountain. This area is rather cute with a number of craft and speciality shops
but with some very attractive houses and plots around the upper sections of the
mountain. We spotted a bamboo clothing stall and headed for it. I had become
aware of the benefits of bamboo and cotton material for clothing whilst in
Ayers Rock so was keen to pursue this material further. The vast majority of
the clothing was for women, although Fred found and bought some white socks
that were supposed to be cool to wear and moisture absorbing.
We narrowly missed the opportunity to take a
look in the cuckoo clock shop. By the time we had finished viewing the bamboo
clothing it was 4pm and the cuckoo shop had closed, a disappointment to Bert
who in his younger days had worked for a few months on clock repairs.