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Kimberley Day 6 – Swift Bay

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Sunday 18 August 2024 – Sorry, you’ve got Steve again, writing about my day, even though I wasn’t allowed out of the cabin. Jane went on the day’s expedition, but it was mainly about the rock art and she’ll talk about that in a minute.

I was able to take a few photos of passing interest from our veranda as the ship was at anchor. A large crocodile was clearly visible in the water quite near the ship.

A little context might help. Here’s how the croc looked, as Zodiacs headed for the shore. I put the red ring round it, as its cunning camouflage makes it difficult to spot; there wasn’t some kind of clever croc limiter in place.

I thought I saw a shark

but, a little disappointingly, it turned out to be some kind of dolphin.

The clincher, as any fule kno, was that the tail fins were horizontal (cetacean) rather than being vertical (fish).

There was a whale, too, not that that is a huge amount to write home about; if I’d missed it, I suppose I might have wanted to blubber. In fact, there were (at least) two – mother and calf, we suspect.

I marshalled the mighty capabilities of my Nice New Nikon to try to capture The Perfect Shot as the whale spouted, and took lots of stills as it did so during its cetacean equivalent of the paseo. I couldn’t decide which was the best, so here they all are.

That sequence is made from successive stills from the camera; I’m very impressed with its ability to make up for the shortcomings of its user.

I’m also impressed that the captain, having alerted us to the whale’s presence to port (I could see it from our cabin), stopped the boat and actually turned it around so that the starboard-based plague-ridden people could take a look.

From my point of view, that was the main excitement of the day so far; I’m expecting that the medics will check me out later. Until then, here’s Jane:

Today’s expedition was to view more rock art in the rock shelters formed by the heavily fractured sandstone making up Swift Bay.

A short walk brought us to a linked series of shelters formed by rock overhangs;

it is thought that the different shelters were used for different activities: cooking and eating; sleeping; and teaching the children. There was a fairly large midden of shells outside the gallery.

As we’ve established, it would not be respectful to share photos of the rock art, fascinating as it is, but the website of the Wunambal Gaambera people, title holders of this area of land, has a few words about, and a few images of, the Swift Bay site here which I feel comfortable sharing, since they have!

As well as the rock art, there was some striking rock stuff (as we’ve come to expect here in the Kimberley).

Medical update

Steve again: to misquote the bible, I’ve been (medically) weighed in the balance and found wanting (not sure whether this is Mene, Tekel or Upharsin [Tekel – Ed]). I still have a raised temperature, and so my isolation must continue. There were a couple of very frustrating aspects to this. Firstly, Lucille, the medical assistant who assessed me, told me that the criteria for release, all other vital signs being normal, include two successive days of normal body temperature. This being the case, I should just about be let out in time to disembark in Darwin, which is not a pleasing prospect, particularly as there’s one expedition I’m very keen to participate in. Secondly, I should have been taking paracetamol, as this might have lowered my temperature (I didn’t realise it was an anti-pyretic, actually). So, if I’d gone against my normal “medicate only if strictly necessary” approach, I might have been let out.  As it is, I face the bleak prospect of at least two more days stuck in the cabin. At least it’s a comfortable prison cell…

On the schedule tomorrow are two excursions within the engagingly-named Vansittart Bay. Excitingly, one of these does not involve rock art, so there may be a decent crop of photos for us to share.  Keep your eyes on these pages to find out, eh?

 

Kimberley Day 1 – Lacépède Islands

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Tuesday 13 August 2024 – Today was to be the first expedition from the ship, to cruise on Zodiacs around the Lacépède Islands. There were three activities in preparation for this, one of which was mandatory, and so all the passengers had to sign in to make sure that everyone had attended. The expedition leader, Dain, first introduced the rest of the expedition team, a very diverse set of people and relevant skills, but all with clear enthusiasm for the job of making sure we punters got the best out of the time spent off the boat.

The next bit was the mandatory bit, which was a lesson on how to get on and off the Zodiacs safely. This was familiar territory for us, since the procedures were pretty much exactly what we’d learned and observed when we were in Antarctica. That had been a well-organised setup and it was reassuring to note that APT, who were running this cruise, took it every bit as seriously.

The final part was information about the destination for today’s expedition – the Lacépède Islands. The name was conferred in 1801 by the French explorer Nicolas Baudin during his expedition around Australia, in honour of French naturalist Bernard Germain de Lacépède, who described several Australian fish species. He dubbed the three islands Napoleon, Grant and Victoria. Then (we were told) the Brits came along, and renamed them West, Middle and East. Whatever, the islands have been identified by Birdlife International as an Important Bird Area, and are now an A-class reserve managed by Western Australia’s Department of Environment and Conservation. Rats (introduced accidentally during the guano mining carried out on the Lacépèdes as well as numerous other islands off the western Australian coast during the 19th century) were eradicated in 1986, allowing the recolonisation of the islands by nesting seabirds, prime among which are Brown Boobies; the islands are home to 18,000 nesting pairs. They are also Western Australia’s most important breeding habitat for green sea turtles.

No confusion about what wildlife we might expect to see, then.

It wasn’t a long journey to get there, so the skipper took it nice and gently, even temporarily altering course in order to get a slightly closer look at some humpback whales which were cavorting not too far away.

We could even see the occasional breaching by humpbacks in the distance, and some tail-slapping, too. One of the naturalists also spotted a sea snake swimming by.

The Lacépède Islands are noted for the variety of bird life there, and so we had a lecture from one of the guides to help us identify the birds that we might be able to catch sight of on our Zodiac cruise. Then, after a swift bite of lunch, it was time to man the Zodiacs. Since there weren’t enough to accommodate all the punters at once, we had been split into four groups, denoted by different colours, in order to get everyone out on the water in an orderly fashion.

Jane and I are in yellow group, who went first; and Jane and I happened to be in the first Zodiac out.

It was not difficult to see the Brown Boobies. They are curious birds, and it wasn’t long before they spotted us and a delegation came out to welcome us and check us out.

They are adept fliers (their name comes from the Spanish “bobo”, meaning a clown or a clumsy person, because they’re not elegant at all on land) and so presented a few challenges to capture photos of them as they whizzed around us.  But the trusty Nikon was up to the job, I’m glad to say, despite the difficulties I faced of accurately aiming a heavy lens at a distant moving object whilst seated on a boat which is rocking unpredictably.

They are slightly odd-looking birds at the best of times; then they stare at you directly, at which point

you see their very scary dementor faces.

There were quite a few crowded colonies of the birds visible as we cruised past, but they tended to be on rocks, which meant it was difficult to pick them out against the background,

but occasionally we could get a decent angle to show them as they rested and nested.

Our ship, Le Laperouse, in the background

We even caught sight of a couple of chicks.

No problem to see Brown Boobies, then.  It was also quite easy to spot this salt-water crocodile,

which was something in the order of three metres long. Xander, our guide and Zodiac driver, was assiduous in making sure we were seated as we passed by; crocodiles can move very quickly indeed, and this one might have made for the Zodiac with the intention of causing trouble.  If Xander had then suddenly and swiftly accelerated swiftly away in response, anyone standing might have then fallen overboard, which would likely cause a lot of paperwork. So we remained seated until we were sure it was just chilling [thermo-regulating, actually – Ed].

The other key wildlife member was much more challenging even to see clearly, far less to photograph. There were many green sea turtles around, but they were not at all obliging when it came to be ready for their close-up.  The best one could expect was, if lucky, to catch a shot of a head popping out of the water as a turtle took a breath, but one had to be very lucky to catch it.

I was not one of the lucky ones.

The best I could do was to get an image of something vaguely turtle shaped under the surface.  I hope this video gives some idea of how a typical encounter with a turtle ran.

Our time was up and so we headed back to the ship so that someone else could have a go on our Zodiac and, via some nice chocolate accompaniment to afternoon tea, had a bit of a rest before the evening briefing.  Similar, again, to our Antarctic experience, Dain, the expedition leader, ran a session which added a bit of background to today’s expedition (Xander telling us more about the life cycle of the green sea turtle), followed by a briefing of what was due for the morrow. Various options were on offer, some involving scrambling over rocks and some not. We opted for the scrambling over rocks version, which I hope was not an error of judgement on our part.

After the briefing came the a drinks reception, at which the captain introduced the senior crew members,

followed by a Gala Dinner, which was probably, judging from the quality of the meals we’ve had so far on the cruise, a sumptuous feast.  However, neither Jane nor I had the stomach for stuffing ourselves, and so we opted to stay downstairs and have a light buffet supper. Our original plan, which was just to eat à deux, unravelled when sociability and good manners led us to invite another couple, who had also decided against the more formal option, to join us.  So Jane had an enjoyable conversation with the engaging husband, which I would have been delighted to be a part of were it not for his wife’s annoying inability to refrain from injecting her own distracting, and not very interesting, converse in my direction. Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible to engineer a decently swift escape without being ruder than even I might consider acceptable.

One of the guides hosted a star-gazing session on the roof of the boat, which sounded interesting, so we went along. Unfortunately, the moon, although only half full, was bright and clear, which buggers up the chance of seeing all the lovely stars, and so I lost interest quite swiftly. I did, however, learn that the Perseids, through which the Earth is currently ploughing, should give rise to shooting stars here in the southern hemisphere, so I might try my luck later on in the cruise to watch out for them on another evening.

Tomorrow is set to offer two excursions, one on Zodiacs to view a particular phenomenon at Montgomery Reef, and the other one on land, to stumble along the rocky path we have signed up for and see what may be seen.  Keep your eye on these pages to see exactly what is was that we ended up seeing.

 

A Brief Excursion to Exmouth

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Wednesday 7 August 2024 – The next segment of our trip was a short, sharp trip some 500km north in order to spend just one day in Exmouth, which is almost, but not quite, exactly the westernmost point of Western Australia.  Look, we were supposed to stop in at Exmouth for two days en route to our next destination (which you will be able to read about, but all in good time); but airline schedules were against us, so we had to do a quick scramble up to Exmouth for two nights/one day and then back to Perth for one night before moving on again. Jane doesn’t think this is hectic, but then she’s not the one writing this guff.

To get to Exmouth, we were due to catch a flight to Learmonth and thence a 30-minute shuttle to our accommodation, the exotically-named Mantarays resort at the very Australian-sounding Sunrise Beach on Ningaloo Reef. To catch the flight, we had to get to Terminal 4 at Perth Airport, which is rather like Terminal 4 or 5 at London Heathrow – bloody miles from anywhere. For those considering public transport, Perth has an Airport Central station, which leaves the traveller with a short stroll to Terminals 1 or 2. To get thence to Terminals 3 or 4 takes a 15-minute shuttle bus ride. An alternative would be to get off a stop early at Redcliffe. And then have a 15-minute walk to Terminal 3 or 4.

So we elected to catch a cab.

The hotel staff were sure that there would be a taxi available on the rank just outside the doors, and, as I looked out of the window at checkout time, there seemed to be a few taxis there. As we walked out of the hotel, there were two; someone took the front taxi, which left just the one on the rank for us. It was, however, devoid of a driver, and continued to be so for several minutes. Eventually, just at the point where I had gone back to ask the hotel staff to be more specific in whistling up a conveyance with an actual driver, a chap appeared clutching a large coffee cup and professing to be prepared to take us to the airport in the otherwise deserted car.

Once there, since we had checked in online, the process was admirably well-organised and swift – print baggage label, attach to bag, wave bag goodbye at the drop-off point, go through security, get coffee. The security system didn’t require us to get electronics out of the bags, which is a blessing; and the coffee was pretty good.

With half an hour to go before our flight, and the screens showing “Boarding soon”, we headed to the gate and the first slight hiccup in the otherwise smooth progress of the day, as no boarding action happened until the actual scheduled departure time.  However, at that point, some smartly-dressed people and a couple of chaps wearing big hats turned up, so we were reassured that at least we had a driver and a conductor.  We boarded reasonably soon after they turned up – not a formal process by group number or any such modern thing; the staff just said “come on, then”, and, since we were sitting close by, we were among the first to get on the aircraft, which was one of them Fokkers.

The rest of the journey proceeded uneventfully, with a views of Perth as we ascended showing how rectilinear its suburbs are.

Clouds obscured the view for the rest of the journey until we were very close to our destination, at which point it became apparent how much the terrain had changed.

At Learmonth, which is a combined military (RAAF) and civil aviation facility, we had the usual, slightly fretful, wait until our bags appeared, during which time Jane established that we did actually have a booking on the Exmouth shuttle bus; and once everyone had loaded their bags on the bus luggage trailer we were off.  Our accommodation

was the second stop, and, reassuringly had a bar by the reception desk.

Even more reassuring was the supply of tea in our room.

It’s not Twinings Finest, but it’ll do.

There was some confusion about the opening hours of the restaurant, which means we missed lunch, but the place redeemed itself by offering a complimentary guest laundry, of whose services I availed myself quite swiftly. These things are important, you know.

Mantarays is a small but decent resort, with, as well as the laundry, all the mod cons one might expect – swimming pool, gym, restaurant and bar.  There are some engaging sculptures about the place.

Having settled in, it was just a case of getting to the bar for pre-dinner drinks and then, well, dinner, before retiring for the night, with an early start planned for the activities on the one day we had here before returning to Perth.

Thursday 8 August 2024 – Early meant an 0530 alarm call so we could take a swift bite of breakfast as the restaurant opened at 0630 and still be ready to be collected at 0700. On the way to breakfast, we could confirm that the “Sunrise Beach” moniker is not a misnomer.

Prompt at 0700, a bus turned up, but it wasn’t for us; it was for the other three who were in the hotel reception at the time. But a few seconds after they’d left, another bus came along and this was ours. The objective of the day was to go snorkelling (part 1) and, if possible, to swim with whale sharks (part 2), something that Jane has been very eager to do for quite some time, now.  Me? Well, I’m in favour of the principle, but since the practice involves messing around with wetsuits, snorkel tubes, masks and flippers, I have strong reservations about my ability not to make an utter klutz of myself. For that reason, I had been conflicted about this activity pretty much from the start; and I could easily have stayed in bed and had a lazy day of it.  I went along, though, because I knew I’d curse myself if I didn’t; and I packed as if I might have a go at the snorkelling part of the day, even though the whale sharking bit was fully-booked.

Our bus, which was staffed and driven by friendly, enthusiastic and very fit-looking girls, stopped off and picked up several more people, each of whom seemed younger, fitter and more ready to go snorkelling than I felt. Our end point was on the west coast of the headland, exactly opposite where we started, on the east coast of it, but to get there, we had to drive right round the top of the cape. One of the girls used the time to explain that we were circumnavigating a US military facility, to brief us on the day and also to get us to sign waiver forms.

I was surprised to hear her optimism about seeing whale sharks. My understanding had been that we were way out of season for these magnificent beasts, and that we might have to make do with seeing manta rays and such.  

We stopped at a jetty at the south end of the Jurabi Coastal Park and were transferred to our dive boat, Blue Strike,

in two shifts

whereupon all sorts of wetsuit and snorkelling gear came out and I consequently made up my mind that I would not venture into the water.  Everybody else kitted up,

Geoff, the skipper, gave us a safety briefing,

and Ricardo gave a “how to get off and on the boat” briefing,

including a practice assembly

before everybody got their marching snorkelling orders

The first snorkelling session was close to the shore, in the lagoon behind the reef, and it gave people and staff a chance to suss out what it would be like and, for the staff, who might need help.  And then we went out past the rather magnificent surf that crashed on the reef

into the deeper waters where whale sharks might be found.  Locating them is not quite a random affair; a spotter plane buzzes about to look for them and direct the boats (for there are several in this game) towards the sharks, which spend some time near the surface and so, because they are so big, can be seen from passing aircraft.

Before anyone is allowed into the water alongside whale sharks, rules need to be set out, and everyone had a briefing on how to behave during a whale shark encounter,

which means forming a line alongside the shark and letting it swim by, swimming only on the surface, staying at least three metres away at the side and four at the rear, and never swimming under or over a shark.

The sharks never actually surface, so I never saw one, but in all our snorkellers left the boat four times to see whale sharks, and each time there was a shark for them to appreciate. Jane participated in three of the sessions and was able to get a good view of a shark on each occasion, which she found very pleasing. There was a professional photographer, Heather Doran, with each group that left the boat, and here are some of the photos she captured, along with some commentary from Jane, who was actually there.

The photographer was also the in-water spotter, so first in to the water at each sighting, to locate the fish for the groups of swimmers and also to catch some good pictures, for identification purposes as well as recording the event for the guests.

Each group had a dive guide in hi-vis pink, and we followed their instructions as to where and how to swim; on my first two swims we were each time above a shark which was gradually diving deeper into invisibility; 

for the third swim we were alongside one cruising near the surface, and I swam with the guide around behind it – past the huge tail which produced quite a significant current as it swam – to the other side, to keep pace with it for a short while.

It was a fantastic experience but I have to say I found it hard work! I haven’t done much open ocean swimming, and the swell and the choppy water made it very tiring just manoeuvring around the other swimmers and the sharks, while simultaneously watching the shark in the water, watching the dive leader on the surface, and trying not to breathe or swallow too much seawater! Not to mention getting off and on the boat every time*. So after three goes at seeing these magnificent creatures I sat out the last go, feeling thoroughly pleased with my day.

I guess I regret not seeing/photographing one of these magnificent creatures for myself, but equally I’m sure that I would have been struggling to cope, and a massive holdup for the rest of the group – even Jane, who is much more skilled at snorkelling than I (admittedly a low bar to clear, but still), found it difficult on occasions to deal with the conditions; the dive crew were very helpful, setting her up with different bits of gear to make things better for her.

Me? I just tried to get photos of the humpback whales that were occasionally to be seen in the area.

The first one we saw was quite a way away;

yes, there it is.

But others came closer

and one was good enough to do the tail fluke thing really quite close to us.

We saw a Manta Ray, sadly only swimming, not leaping; and there were a couple of occasions when a whale breached, but I was never in the right place at the right time to capture that impressive sight (unlike the marvellous sights we saw off Cape Cod last year). However, Heather, the pro photographer was; here are her shots.

Manta Ray

All the time this was going on, we were not too far from land, and quite close to the edge of the reef, which gave the chance for some quite splendid photos of surf.

Although I didn’t personally see a whale shark, I enjoyed observing the process, and Jane was really delighted with her encounters with the sharks.

So, the one day we had in the Ningaloo area was a success, and now we just had an overnight at the hotel and a flight back to Perth in order to continue our northward journey.

Friday 9 August 2024 – Before we headed to the airport, we had to go into Exmouth proper to pick up the professional’s photos, which gave us a chance to see the town.

It took us a while to find the Exmouth Dive shop where we could pick up the photos, and we actually walked right by it a few times before we spotted it (last photo above).

The flight back to Perth and the overnight there is the start of the next, and major, segment of our Australia trip, which we’re both looking forward to immensely. So keep an eye on these pages to find out what we got up to next, eh?

 

* This is why I don’t get on with snorkelling