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Ready, Aim, Firenze!

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Tuesday 6 May 2025 – And so the adventure begins!

As is normal with us, we can tell that we’re travelling because we have to get up at an obscure hour of the day. In today’s case, it was an 0500 alarm in order to catch a flight to Florence, so that we could have a few days’ kulcher in advance of starting the long walk to Rome, which peregrination is the main reason for being in The Foreign.

We had treated ourselves to a night in the Sofitel by Heathrow Terminal 5 to mitigate the early start by as much as possible. Upon reflection, we could quite easily have simply started from home on the same schedule, but never mind; it started to get us into the rhythm of living out of suitcase, as we will be doing for the next month.

Courtesy of last year’s extravagant travel schedule, I find myself at the Silver level in BA’s club, which gave us priority check-in and access to the club lounge and an opportunity to snarf some free fruit and yoghurt rather than paying £28 per head for the same service at the Softel. Lots has been written about BA’s service, much of it uncomplimentary, but in their defence I have to point out that Marmite is available in their lounge; a lot may thus be forgiven. And actually everything went pretty smoothly on the flight, despite the fact that the aeroplane was parked up at Terminal 3, which necessitated a bus journey long enough to make us wonder whether the driver actually knew the way. But she found us a plane and we piled on board, Jane by the window and me on a middle seat.

Which was OK until it became clear that the aisle seat next to me had been reserved by a very overweight person, who I felt should either have paid for two seats, or possibly reimbursed me the proportion of my space that she occupied. I dealt with this is the only way a British chap can; by saying nothing and pretending not to be aggrieved whilst hoping that my seething indignation somehow conveyed itself to my right.

And I was unable to finish the Super Fiendish Sudoku! Still, it was nice to see the tips of the Alps poking through the clouds as we flew over them.

Our luggage arrived into the baggage hall very shortly after we did, which was nice, and there was a very affable chap awaiting us to whisk us to our hotel in Florence, the Hotel Camilla. At reception, we were greeted by the very affable and capable Jessica, but only after we’d puffed our way up two storeys of really quite chunky steps. Also, it’s a listed building, so no lift is ever going to be possible. The room we have is perfectly nice, has a decent view out of the window,

and, importantly, a kettle, which held the prospect of combining nicely with the bags of Twining’s finest Earl Grey we’d brought with us. But first, we had A Mission with some important objectives: lunch; a pharmacy to buy the sunscreen we’d forgotten to pack; and some kind of bag to carry stuff around when sightseeing. We haven’t travelled since October, and we’re a bit out of practice, it would seem.

Jessica recommended a pharmacy and a fruitful area for lunch prospecting and so off we set, into the narrow, crowded streets of Florence.

The hotel’s location is pretty good – well done to WalkThe Camino.com for its choice. We are very near many of the major sights of Florence, such as the humble San Lorenzo Basilica

built when Florence  took a dose of its own Medici. It’s actually larger than the cathedral, which was built by the Medicis from their own money, so I suppose they deserved this cute little chapel. We popped inside to take a look.

Without being overwheming it’s quite spectactular, with a marvellous ceiling,

some major artworks,

St. Lawrence being griddled

The Annunciation

some major carvery by Donatello,

Originally a pulpit – careful examination reveals a door

and a lovely cloister courtyard

featuring some very eye-catching statuary.

Further works by the sculptor, Andrea Roggi, are outside the Basilica, but many were draped in unattractive punters, and so were photographically unrewarding. This one – Tree of Life – is very impressive.

Next stop was for some lunch, taken pleasantly al fresco outside Trattoria Antellesi, to fortify ourselves for some more wandering about. For it is given that when Jane and Steve visit a place, they go for a walk. Obviously.

Jane suggested a route which led past the astonishingly large central market, which is both outdoor (hugely redolent of Italian leather)

and indoors.

Our path then took us to the Duomo, the main cathedral of Florence. Having only seen this photo

and not really appreciated any of the detail in it, I was unprepared for the impact it had on me. It is simply staggering.

The colour, the detail, the scope – amazing.

and it really annoys me that people, faced with such majestic beauty, want nothing more than to interpose themselves as foreground interest.

Walking round it reveals that the brightness and colour has been the result of some considerable work; other areas are awaiting attention

but will, I’m sure, display the signature white and green colours in due course. One can see some progress has been made elsewhere.

Another obvious Thing To Do in Florence is to visit the Ponte Vecchio, so we headed off in that direction, past various slabs of Florentine masonry,

eventually arriving at the crowded bridge

before finding our way along the river so that we could look back at it to appreciate it better.

Others, of course, were less taken with the view.

We passed a couple of interesting sights. This rendering of the Mona Lisa

was worth a closer look.

and we caught a glimpse of the Bacchus Fountain in the Pitti Palace

 

as I searched for a possible place for launching a drone for an aerial shot. I think I’m going to be unlucky in that; drones are, unsurprisingly, not allowed in the city, but I remain hopeful that I can find somewhere legit to launch for a quick photo.

There were, unsurprisingly, many artistic touches to be seen across our short walk, including coats of arms on the sides of buildings, such as this one of the Medici family,

and a couple of statues as enigmatic as they were large.

No, it’s not clear what these figures represent. That’s Art for you, innit?

We returned to the hotel to find that the sainted Jessica had provided some milk, which meant that we could induge in a restorative cup or two of Twinings finest Earl Grey.

We have a proper formal guided tour to look forward to tomorrow, so that we may learn a little more of the history and culture of this remarkable city, and so that I might be able to make better informed comment about what we’ve seen. Do please come back to find out if this actually is the case, won’t you?

 

Cairns: I had Crocodile in Dundee’s

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Tuesday 8 October 2024 – Our journey home started yesterday with the short flight from Lizard Island to Cairns, which didn’t produce any more memorable photos than the journey up.  When we got to the Hinterland terminal, we found that there was someone prepared to transfer us to our hotel, the Crystalbrook Riley. Whether this was Hinterland being service-oriented or the tendrils of the Lizard Island resort reaching out, I don’t know. Whatever, it was very welcome; and the chap who drove us there was an ex-scouser called Steve.  His family had come over as ten-pound poms and he’d lost any trace of his Liverpool accent, but he was very interesting to listen to. It wasn’t quite like a London cabbie saying “‘ere, do you know who I ‘ad the back of me cab the other day?” but he seems to have driven a lot of people around – Lee Marvin, George Harrison (who lived on Hamilton Island in the Great Barrier Reef for several years), various politicians; he was also interesting on the subject of the development of Cairns, which was once just a frontier town popular for visits by people doing Big Fishing. He was also good enough to drive us a little along the Esplanade and show us some of the older buildings in Cairns.

Another interesting nugget that he divulged was that yesterday, October 7, was a public holiday to celebrate the King’s birthday.  This is, we read, a Queensland Special; other states celebrate the King’s birthday at other times, many of them in June, to coincide with his official birthday in the UK. I suppose Queensland decided that it wanted a spring bank holiday and our Chas was a good, if tenuous, excuse. Steve’s final contribution was a venue recommendation for dinner.

We relaxed at the hotel for a couple of hours, as we were both beginning to feel a bit travelled out, to be honest; we’d been on the road for over two months. However, the lure of exploring a new place proved too strong, so we went for a walk. Obviously.

The Riley is on the Esplanade in Cairns. To be honest, as far as I can see, almost all of Cairns is on the Esplanade or just a block away from it; it’s not a large place. Most of the buildings are modern and not particularly tall, but there are some older ones among them.  We wanted to get in to St. Monica’s Church, which was opposite the hotel, but it was closed, I guess because public holidays and worship don’t mix here. Next door, though, was a rather nice deco building,

and further along the road were

the law courts, now an art gallery, and

the town hall, now the Cairns Library.

The road these buildings are on is one back from the actual waterside, so we walked over and alongside the water for a bit.

As you can see, it’s mudflats; close examination shows some mangrove roots and one or two small mangrove trees, and I guess they have to work at keeping the mangroves under control, otherwise the whole waterfront would just be a mangrove swamp. The mud seems to be an attractive place for pelicans

and egrets – there were a few, but then again….

The war memorial is by the water

and there’s a Ferris wheel in a waterside park, too.  It looked a little short of business, so we stumped up the necessary to have a ride and spun round half a dozen times. It gave us a bit more of a view over the city.

The Ferris wheel is in a park area; it being a sunny and warm public holiday, there were a lot of people around. There was even a bookable public barbecue facility there.

As we headed back towards the hotel, we passed the Cairns Night Markets,

so we popped in for a look around. It’s popular and very colourful, with all sorts of stalls set up,

and the inevitable food court.

We even found a stall that could sell Jane a new hat!

This passed the time agreeably until we could go to our dinner restaurant, which was called Dundee’s at the Aquarium, and which was really quite busy.

You can see that there’s part of the Cairns Aquarium on display; you can buy tickets to go into the aquarium proper, but we contented ourselves with just dinner and gawping at the fish. It’s rather like watching a fire – something that is quite hypnotic and endlessly watchable. The food at the restaurant was very good. One of the items on the menu was Crocodile Spring Rolls, so I can say that I’ve had Crocodile at Dundee’s.

We had just the one night at the hotel, which has an attractive atrium

and some nice artwork

by Wayne “Liwingu” McGinness. It also has a very large pool area outside which makes it a very family-friendly hotel, something that impinged on us particularly at breakfast time this morning as there were many, many families there, with many, many kids, not all of whom were sitting quietly and eating their cornflakes.

And now it really is time to go home – a process that takes some 30 hours.  The route is Cairns – Brisbane – Singapore – London; all of the flights are with Singapore Airlines, but the first leg was a code share with Virgin Australia, which made us wonder if we would have to retrieve our bags at Brisbane and take them across to the international terminal there. We were delighted that Virgin were able to check the bags right through to London.  The transfer between terminals at Brisbane enabled us to have one final glimpse of the city’s skyline

before we were sucked into the vortex of airport terminals and aeroplanes that we hope will spit us (and our bags) out at Heathrow.

As I write this, we’re currently sitting in Singapore airport awaiting our final flight, with heads full of all the things we’ve seen and done, fond memories of all the friends we’ve met and laughed with and mixed feelings about going home to a cold, wet and dark Britain. It would be great to stay on and enjoy the warmth of the weather and the people; but equally two months is a long time to be away, and it will be nice to be home, despite the weather. We’ve covered quite a lot of this huge place and many people have asked us what has been our favourite bit of our travels.

The answer? All of it.

 

Lizard Island, Part 2

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Monday 7 October 2024 – I was wondering how I would do when I faced the challenge of not making a total arse of myself on a snorkelling expedition yesterday, Sunday 6th, which was our last full day on Lizard Island. We were due to go out at 2pm on an expedition to see turtles and giant clams, so I started worrying thinking about how to prepare at, oh, I dunno, about 7am. Although I had vowed never to snorkel again, for some reason I had brought a waterproof camera with me, the rather capable Olympus Tough TG-5 that I had bought for our first major trip six years ago, when we went to South America, and it came in rather handy then. This, however, was its first serious outing since, and so I wondered whether 6 year old tech would still cut the mustard for creating photos for this blog. We’d also bought a waterproof case for Jane’s phone camera, which had not worked on its previous outing and we hoped it might be a backup in case my efforts came to naught.

There were only five punters for the outing: our American friends Susan and Michael (experienced divers both); Jane and me (experienced snorkellers one of us); and a lady called Louise who was perfectly pleasant but a bit of a chaos catalyst – she was a lady of last-minute decisions, such as would she snorkel or simply observe, and would she therefore fill out the disclaimer even if she was only going to observe, and would she provide credit card info to cover the cost and so forth.

So it was, at quite a few minutes past 2pm, we found Nemo

and set out across to Watson’s Bay, past a nice view of the resort’s main lodge.

Captain Tom briefed us on all the usual things,

like what to do if the boat caught fire, or sank, and Olla, our guide for the dive (sorry, no photo, but she’s a lot prettier than Tom) briefed us on what to do if we sank or otherwise had problems and, importantly, how to get out of the water once we’d finished.

Watson’s Bay revealed no turtles, so Tom steered us a little way out to what the resort calls the clam garden, where we could attempt to see the other half of the brief. Once there, Olla jumped in, Susan and Michael followed her example, as did Jane, and I did my best to slide gently off the boat so as not to get too much of the ocean deep into my sinuses, which I judged would have been a poor start to the activity.

My main reservation about snorkelling has been the dichotomy between being able to see (and photograph) what’s beneath me whilst still keeping up with a group; I can do one or the other, but not both. If I concentrate on looking below the water, I easily become disoriented and lose sight of the group, and then it takes me time to spot them and swim over, by which time, beneath their snorkelling masks, they’re rolling their eyes at my flailing around.  Thus you can imagine that I was a bit worried about keeping up, but Olla was towing a nice visible buoyancy ring, and I found this really helpful. I could see the group, the currents and the waves were small and so I could actually relax and spend a few of my limited mental MIPs on watching the reef below .

Which was fabulous.

For once, I was relaxed enough to be able to work out what the camera was doing and so, among the many dozens of photos I took, there are some good ones.

Blackspot Snapper and Lined Bristletooth
Colourful coral and fishes

Giant clam

Another giant clam

There are several more, which you can view at a Flickr Album I have created.

A photographic note here, since this is a photo blog as well as a travel blog.  If technical photo stuff bores you then (a) you are dead to me and (b) you may skip this bit (the next three images).

Here’s a comparison of what a photo from the Oympus looked like out of the camera, and what a bit of processing can do.

Image straight out of the camera, which means that the camera itself has made some decisions about colours and other key image characteristics

One of the things that I like about the camera is that it can capture images in RAW (sort of a digital negative format), which means two things: firstly, that every image needs some form of processing in order to be viewable; and secondly that a lot more detail can be got out of the image.  I can use my favourite processing software to gussy up the image that the camera has created from its own RAW data,

and you can see an improvement; but if I make exactly the same corrections to the RAW version, you get this:

better colours, more detail, less noise. To any people considering being serious about their photography, I present this as being why you should always make sure you have a camera which can do RAW.

OK, the rest of you can start reading again from here.

The giant clams were amazing – the colours (vivid electric greens, blues and purples) didn’t really look natural! As well as the many giants, there were much smaller clams, around 10-15cms long, embedded in the other corals (a few examples can be seen in the parrot fish picture above) which were equally brightly coloured although they tended to close up as one swam over them. To my untutored eye the coral looked to be in pretty good shape too, offering a multitude of shapes and colours. All in all the whole thing was a lot less stressful and much more rewarding than I had expected it to be.

That was pretty much it for the day, apart from one little item of wildlife that Jane spotted on our balcony before we turned in for the night;

a gecko, which had picked, as its ideal resting spot for the night, the space under my drying swimming trunks.

So: today, then: the day we left Lizard Island. There was something of a timing issue at stake: a visit to the Research Station was possible this morning, but then again our flight back to Cairns also left this morning. The resort staff did a great job of ensuring that we did both, again an example of the great service that accompanies the great food there.

We had a swift breakfast, keeping a stern eye on the seagulls which were positioning themselves for a guerilla raid on our breakfast bacon if we let our attention drift,

and then we (actually the exact same people who had gone out on the boat yesterday) set out in a couple of robust trucks on the track

to the Research Station

to be welcomed by Dr Lyle Vail,

one of the co-directors of the station, an extremely knowledgeable, eloquent and engaging man. He spent some 90 minutes filling our brains to overflowing with information about the station’s 51-year history, its three missions and the area it covers.

Lizard Island was once part of the mainland, back in the Good Old Days, when the sea level was 120 metres below today’s.  This, incidentally means that the outer edge of the Great Barrier Reef was a 120-metre high cliff, since deep ocean starts there. That’s 400 feet in old money – it must have been an extraordinary sight to see the waterfalls pouring over the edge. But inland of that edge, some 20,000 years ago, it was dry land, which is how come the island has a significant aboriginal history. Sea levels rose and Lizard Island was cut off about 6,000 years ago. Lyle described (in simple terms such that we mere mortals could understand) some of the scientific research that gives the evidence for that history.

He showed us an example of the research lab space they provide

which doesn’t look like much, but then the researchers bring much of their own gear when they can.  He also showed us an example of gear the station can provide

in the form of sophisticated microscopes, which are a bit tricky for researchers and students to bring for themselves. The centre also provides accommodation for up to 37 visiting scientists and students and boats for them to do their expeditions to the reef for research.

The station was in a quiet time, research-wise, so Lyle wasn’t able to show us much activity in the aquarium section of the station; but there was some work going on concerning the crown of thorns starfish, or COTS.

which (a) has to be handled very carefully on account of the spines being able to inject a very nasty venom

and (b) is causing great concern because of its ability to inflict terminal damage to coral reefs by extruding its stomach (at the centre underneath it) over sections of coral

and digesting the coral polyps. They graze back and forth, basically killing areas of reef.  Again, in the Good Old Days before humans started dicking about with the world’s climate systems, this was not a problem; but the warmer waters that arise from climate change make it easier for the COTS to multiply, in turn threatening the reef. The female can produce millions of eggs; the survival rates of the subsequent larvae are boosted by warmer water temperatures (and higher nutrient levels due to agricultural runoff).

Lyle also talked us through bleaching (another probable consequence of climate change)

and showed us a tank where a controlled temperature is being maintained

in order to make specific observations. The tank, by the way, contained quite a sizeable clam.

It would have been fascinating to spend several more hours there listening to Lyle and appreciating his knowledge, passion and ability to explain stuff. But we had to leave, a departure made slightly more tense by Louise’s indecisiveness a out buying a Research Station T-shirt.  For our part, we made a small contribution to the station in the form of a nice new hat for Jane, swiftly chosen

and then had to take our leave for the airport to start our journey home.

So: is that it? Is That All There Is?

Not quite. We started our journey home as soon as the good old Cessna took off, but getting back to cold, wet, thundery Blighty was a two-day exercise, and I’ll write about that in the next post, which will be the closing entry for this trip.