Wednesday 30 November 2011

Old Parliament House

After visiting the new Parliament House, we then drove and parked beside the old Parliament House.   And then we sat in our camper van and ate lunch in the sunshine.
The parking here is brilliant, plentiful and free.    We parked in a huge car park under the new Parliament House, where there was parking for high vehicles, as well as cars.    And then there were car parks running alongside the old Parliament House.    Great.   We were impressed.

The old Parliament House is now fully open so that you can view all the offices and inner chambers.    It is also a museum of democracy.   

We visited the old Parliament House in 1982 when it was still fully operational.   The building is still impressive.
Walter standing on the steps, looking very important.    Waiting for someone?
The front entrance and hall, much smaller than the one in the new building but very comfortable.    Walter still waiting to  meet someone important!
 The Representatives Chamber.    So much smaller.   But very cosy!    Especially the extra soft benches.    No wonder the Ministers fell asleep.     Walter is still waiting!   On the Ministers to return?
 ~Sir Robert Menzies (and ?) conferring over an important document.
 Walter settling into the Prime Minister's office.   He is still waiting to meet someone important!
 The view towards the War Memorial with the Aboriginal protest tents (not visible in this picture) and signs in the foreground.    The protests were established in 1972, in response to the Government's refusal to recognise land rights.
The offices and chambers were very small in the old Parliament House, opened in 1929, and people must have been really squashed in, so a new Parliament House was badly needed.

Monday 28 November 2011

Parliament House, Canberra

Well we are in Canberra now, a city that has wonderful wide streets, vistas of important buildings, architecture and memorials, and Lake Burley Griffin in the centre.  A planned city.  The trees have also grown so it is also a very green city.   Almost rivals Paris with its attention to detail, spaciousness, over sized monuments and meticulous planning.    But that is where it ends.    Unlike Paris, Canberra has no old history, no soul, no heart, and no character.    It is also full of public servants and embassy personnel.    A bureaucratic city! 

But it has a most impressive parliament building on Capital Hill.    The approach to this building is breathtaking.    Parliament House, finally opened in 1988, is set into a hill behind the old Parliament House, with a wide strip of grass and road, called Federation Mall, between the two buildings.    As you approach the building by car (too far to walk),  the white building rises out of the hill.

The new Parliament House, is an architectural wonder.   And with a cost to match no doubt.
The curved walls are made of granite, and the stairs and many other features are marble with native wood covering the floors.   95% of the natural materials are Australian.   The theme throughout the grounds and building is land, starting with the Aboriginal mosaic in the front, and then linking it to the arrival of Europeans to the land, within the building materials and pictures in the building.

The marble pillars in the main hall represent eucalyptus trees.  
The building contains a Great Hall, which can be used by the outside community for functions.   The Senate and the House of Representatives chambers are at opposing sides of the building.   All the chambers, halls and corridors are enormous.     The picture below shows the House of Representatives Chamber.    The colour in the Senate Chamber is pink rather than red.
The painting by Australian artist, Arthur Boyd, has been used to make the huge tapestry for the Great Hall.
Walter standing on the roof of the building!
Looking down Federation Mall towards the old Parliament House and the War Memorial in the distance.
While we were there Wayne Swan, the Treasurer, delivered the six monthly review of the budget.   We watched it on a television screen, as Wayne Swan was securely hidden behind locked doors, somewhere in the depths of Parliament House.
The budget looks reasonable, on the surface anyway.    He maintains that Australia is in better shape than most other developed countries.    I hope he is right!

Avoca Beach

Brian and Terry actually live at North Avoca Beach rather than Terrigal, which  is the next beach north.     Terrigal has all the shops, hotels and clubs and on Sunday was full of people enjoying the lovely weather.   

We met a number of  Brian and Terry's friends during the weekend.    And really enjoyed socialising, and drinking good wine and eating delicious food.    

The bush turkey below is not a welcome visitor to the house as it digs up the garden, and eats many of the plants.    Bush turkeys make a huge mess, but are protected as they are native birds.  Mean looking creatures too.
Dinner at Brian and Terry's.    Brian cooked a delicious roast lamb dinner, with meat that was straight from the farm.   Conversation flowed briskly, with many jokes and recounting of old times.    A thoroughly enjoyable evening.  
More socialising down at the North Avoca Surf Life Saving Club!
And finally fish and chips., whilst sitting on the lawn at Terrigal Beach.    A perfect way to end the day.
This is Avoca Beach looking north from the south end of the beach.    The patch of water on the left is the edge of the lagoon behind Brian and Terry's house.    The water in the centre of this bay is full of rips and currents and is quite dangerous.    Sadly a few hapless tourists have been swept out to sea and drowned.
A final look at North Avoca beach, at sunset, with the Australian flag flying proudly in the (strong) breeze!
And then we left reluctantly on Monday morning, in order to drive to Canberra.  

Maitland Bay

On Sunday morning we woke up to brilliant sunshine, and with promises of a beautiful day.    Instead of bouncing out of bed, and running down to the beach for a swim, I lay there looking at the sunshine through the window.   I felt very lazy!

Brian and Terry suggested a walk in the Bouddi National Park, from Tully Beach to the next bay called Maitland Bay.    A great idea, a perfect way to spend a lovely sunny day.

Sun seekers enjoying the morning sunshine at the first beach.  Perfect?   Yes!
The views along the walk were superb.    Looking back towards the Hawkesbury River and Sydney.
Looking relaxed in the lovely sunshine.
Interesting rock formations!    Almost looks like the lava flowing down the slope.    Probably was millions of years ago.    The rock is mainly sandstone with seams of perhaps granite running through it.
The bush was varied, tea tree and banksia lower down, and red barked gum trees higher up in the hill side.   The track was well kept, with steps on the parts where it was necessary to climb up or town.    We were very impressed.     The walk took about 1 1/2 hours from one bay to the next bay.
Terry and Brian looking relaxed too.
When we got to Maitland Bay, I decided that I must go for a swim (with sunhat on of course).    I actually went out as far as my waist this time, but the uneven sand levels meant I kept floundering around.    It is not possible to lie and float on your back like you can in the sea, in the South of France.
A long climb back up to the road!  Walter taking a rest, and looking back at Maitland Bay.
Of course, our car was at the bottom of the hill, by Tully Beach.   Luckily Brian and Terry knew someone in the second house, and he was home.    So he took Terry down to get the car, while we had a well deserved rest in the coolness of the verandah.

Friday 25 November 2011

Terrigal Beach

Yesterday it rained and rained all day.    I think we were both getting a bit fed up.    But ever onwards.    We stopped for coffee, not sure where, but it was excellent as always.    I managed to reverse angle park the van without hitting any other vehicles.    Reverse angle parking is very common in NSW country towns and I must say that it makes driving out very easy.
 Then we stopped at a lovely beach for lunch, and the rain stopped for half an hour.
Finally we arrived at Brian and Terry's house in Terrigal, north of Sydney and it was still raining.   It was lovely to see Brian and Terry though and to know we were going to be sleeping in a normal bed, in a house after five nights in the van.

Last night we went to the Bowling Club for drinks and dinner.   I ordered prawns in a delicious sauce and Walter ordered a hamburger, minus the beetroot.   Delicious!   Then we shared a deep fried coconut battered ice cream ball.     I suffered from indigestion all night after the ice cream feast.
 When we woke up it was still raining, and then lo and behold the sun came and the clouds mostly disappeared.   It was so glorious we all went outside in order to enjoy it.

Brian and Terry's front garden, with the lagoon behind the trees.    What a setting!
 Looking back at their house from the lagoon.
 Brian, Terry and Walter enjoying the sunshine.
Brian took me down to the North Avoca beach, which is a short walk down some steep steps.    The beach has a yellowish sand, rather than white sand.    Beautiful, especially in the warm sunshine.   And after so much rain.
 I looked at the surf and thought, do or don't I brave those waves, especially as the beach had been closed in the morning due to serious undertows and rips.
 But then I looked around and knew that I had lots of brawny surf life saving men to save me if I got into trouble.    They were sheltering under the marque behind the flag pole.
Well the water was certainly chilly, after the warm seas up north.    But after a few minutes of struggling in the waves I warmed up fairly quickly.    No body surfing at this beach, as it took all my time just to stay upright!    Great fun though.

Thursday 24 November 2011

Hawks Nest

It rained heavily last night and we woke up to find that it was still raining.   However, I was determined to go for a swim and try out my body surfing skills.   Luckily the temperature was still quite warm.   I donned my bright orange bathing suit so that Walter could see me in case he had to rescue me if I got swept out to sea.   And down I ran to the sea.   I managed to get further out to sea this time, i.e. as far as the thighs before I lost confidence and decided to splash about and look as if I was waiting for a big wave.    Then a woman about my age ran past me, dived under a breaking wave and started swimming.   What a show off!    

The water was lovely and warm and so fresh and clean, compared to the Mediterranean (south of France).    
This is the view of the bay from our camping site.   
Is this 'The Big Marilyn Monroe'?    
 No it is the Fredo Pie shop.    We are not sure what the connection is with Marilyn Monroe, perhaps she liked pies too.     We read that these are the best pies in Australia, they have won awards, and they come in all flavours including crocodile meat.    So at 10 am we ate a pie.    I chose beef and mushroom and Walter chose beef and pepper.    Nothing too exotic for us.    Too early in the morning.    We compared them with the pies on the Sunshine Coast which we feel have superior pastry.    The coffee was excellent, although I am not sure that it complemented the pies.
Well it continued to rain, and rain, and rain.    All day.   We drove through mostly forested areas, and it looked lovely through the windscreen wipers.   The hills were not visible.    I also had no idea there were so many rivers on the NSW coast, but then all this rain must have to find its way out to the sea some how.  

We are now in Hawks Nest, opposite the township of Tea Gardens, north of Newcastle.  The two townships straddle the mouth of the Myall River.  

The area is well known for the abundance of koalas.    We went for a walk and unfortunately did not see any.    The trouble is, they were high up in the trees, and we needed to watch where were walking.  Broken limbs were not on the agenda.  

We also walked down by the beach, behind the sand hills where there was no wind.    The vegetation consisted of  mainly tea trees and banksia trees.  
The banksia flower in full bloom.
Dinner was at the local Golf Club.   Beef strips and bacon cooked in sweet chilli sauce, on a bed of pasta.   Very good value for $10.   And then back to our cosy little van.    I really like the matting beside each site.
The wind is now buffeting the camper van, and it is still raining.   The hot weather of a few days ago now seems an unreal dream.   I have a blanket over me!   

Wednesday 23 November 2011

We were up early again, and on the road by 8.30 a.m.   Amazing!   First stop was Maclean, 'The Scottish Town in Australia'.    The town is full of historical buildings and very fascinating.   

The beautifully painted toilet block on the edge of the river was the first fascinating sight.   Beats graffiti!
The wooden and brick buildings are quite old, by Australian standards.
The most fascinating sight of all, were the hundreds of power poles painted with Scottish clan tartans, and each bearing the appropriate clan name.     A sight that you will not see anywhere else!  
There were also about seven or eight cafes along the street.    I suppose people need a restorative drink after the shock of seeing telephone poles dressed up in tartans.    For us, it was the necessary morning coffee, which I might add was excellent.
 After that we drove through Grafton which has an old double bridge, i.e. the road is on top of the railway track.    Grafton is also reputed to be one of Australia's most beautiful provincial cities, with its tree-lined streets, and elegant buildings.    It is also famous for its abundance of mauve flowering jacaranda trees, and although they are at the end of their flowering period, still looked very grand.   Both Maclean and Grafton are further up the Clarence River than Yamba and Iluka.

We then drove slowly (due to the building of a dual lane motorway) through a beautiful National Park.   And just before Coffs Harbour we saw the sign 'The Big Banana'.    Another 'big thing'.    Wonderful.    So we stopped of course, even though it meant negotiating a right hand turn from the dual lane carriageway.
Once people were quite content to visit 'The Big Things', get their picture taken, eat some of the fresh fruit, pay for a trip on a small train and perhaps buy a few cheap souvenirs.    The main purpose of these places was to grow the fruit and sell it to wholesalers.    Now there is obviously no money in growing fruit so they have had to diversify.  

Bananas are grown around Coffs Harbour, as there are plenty of stalls about.    But at 'The Big Banana' the land has been sold for housing, leaving just a small area for banana growing, in order to supply the shop.    The tracks for the train were still there but very overgrown.
 The main attraction was the small theme park, with rides, toboggan run, giant slide, ice skating rink and films.   The souvenir shop was enormous.   The place appeared to be very successful.   Another Australian icon, 'The Big Banana' still surviving!  
 I think someone (not us) sliced the bag in order to get a glimpse of the bananas growing inside.   The bananas we bought were absolutely divine, so much better than the ones you get in a supermarket.   We decided against buying the chocolate covered bananas, a little too fattening.   We need to watch our waistlines.
Now we are in the caravan park at South West Rocks, which is the largest seaside resort on the Macleay Valley Coast and is situated at the entrance of the Macleay River.   The view from our camper van is magnificent, as we overlook a small bay.    The only problem is, it is raining heavily.    Yes it does rain in Australia, and I think it rains here often as the countryside is very lush looking, and some timber houses have green algae growing on the walls.  

We consoled ourselves with a lovely bottle of red wine, and ate a huge amount of spagetti bolognaise.   We were meant to have fish but found the fish shop after we saw the butchers.

Walter looking particularly happy with his glass of wine.
Tomorrow morning we are going for a swim in the sea, regardless of the weather.    Some body surfing included, I think.    We watched the experts body surfing as we drank our wine.    We decided that we can do it too.   It looked easy!