I MARRIED PHILEAS FOGG

I just put my husband on a plane to South Africa, where he will meet and travel with his youngest daughter, who has a two-week vacation from her refugee work in Kenya.  Although I was invited to go along, I opted to stay home and do something for myself, i.e.  take a break from travel.   Some of you who don't know Bruce will probably be surprised that a husband would leave his wife over the Christmas holidays,  but those of you who know him appreciate his love of travel, and how much he adores his kids.   And as I have written in a previous post, Christmas is not a big deal for us.   Christmas, Hannuka, Kwanza, Whatever. 



Compulsion or passion?

A friend recently emailed and mentioned that Bruce seems to have a compulsion to travel.   I wouldn't use the word compulsion to describe Bruce's desire to travel.   Instead, I would call it his passion.  The depth of his knowledge about art and history, and his curiosity about cultures and customs has always impressed me, so much so that I often feel I'm riding his coattails, both figuratively and literally, as we travel the world.    I often tell people I married Phileas Fogg, and for those who don't know the story, Around the World in 80 Days, by Jules Verne, the joke is lost on them.  

How did his passion start?

Bruce caught the travel bug when he and three of his college buddies spent 81 days touring Europe after graduation.   That whirlwind adventure whetted his travel appetite, so when there was some extra money, he used it for a trip somewhere out of the country.   His early working years didn't take him to exotic places. He went mainly to Germany where he had business relationships.  However, in the 1980s he had an opportunity to get involved business wise with a tall ship, a 165 foot, three-masted schooner called the Sir Francis Drake.  Built in 1917, the Drake was later reconfigured to function as a charter ship and sail throughout the beautiful Caribbean Islands.   Bruce's involvement in the business, doing accounting and some legal work, was very part-time, so rather than pay him a salary, the owner gave him free trips on the Drake.   That's when the notion of exotic travel began boring a little hole in his already travel-filled head.  

THE SIR FRANCIS DRAKE

And what about me?

In the '70s I made several trips to Europe with my ex-husband, using Frommer's famous guide book Europe on $5 a Day.  It was not quite backpacking, but close.  After those trips, most of my travel was back East to visit family and short trips around the West Coast, which was the most I could afford at the time. Although I felt quite worldly from the Europe experience,  traveling didn't affect me in the same way it affected Bruce.  For me it was a vacation, a time away from work, time to clean out my head.

 In 1999 when I met Bruce, I had just returned from a solo trip to New Zealand, where I biked part of the South Island and kayaked in the Tasman Sea.  I wanted to prove I could travel by myself.  This trip was so fun and rewarding that on my return flight, I made a list of other places in the world I wanted to go.  Of course, the countries I identified first were the usual ones in Europe:   Italy, Spain, Holland, the places I hadn't visited before.  It never occurred to me to consider far-out destinations, like West Africa, the Sepik River of Papua New Guinea, the Arctic Circle or Borneo.  I'm not even sure I knew where those places were, with the exception of the Arctic Circle.  That's the same as the North Pole, right?

What was our first trip together?

After a few weeks of dating, when I could tell Bruce was just a little bit smitten,  he asked if would I like to go sailing with him on a tall ship in the Caribbean.  My response to that invitation was the same answer I gave him two years later when he proposed marriage -- Are you kidding?  HELL, YES!   The trip also included two of his three daughters and a new son-in-law, which gave me insight into the close relationship he has with his girls.  We were dropped off at secluded beaches and small coral atolls you could swim around. We dropped anchor in island countries like St. Vincent, a volcanic island in the Southern Caribbean.  Most people have never heard of St. Vincent, but besides its tropical beauty, it's history is complicated --  first a French Colony and then later a British Colony, until its independence in 1979.   This trip exposed me to the Afro-Caribbean culture, their people's history, unusual food (think jerk chicken and conch soup) and the music of reggae singer, Bob Marley.

Bob Marley reincarnated

St. Vincent 

How did travel affect our relationship?

Long before the marriage proposal, but a year into the relationship, we took a two week driving trip in Italy.  Bruce saw this as a way to spend quality time with the woman he loved.  I saw it as a way to know whether this relationship was going to work out for the long term.   When couples have been in a relationship for at least six months, I offer this advice.   If you want to see how compatible you are with someone, take a trip together for at least two weeks.  By that time, the pretenses have fallen by the wayside,  little idiosyncrasies become apparent, and red flags pop up.   If you can make it through two weeks of 24/7 without pulling out your hair, then there's a pretty good chance the relationship will last. 

How do we get along 24/7?  

So,  another question is:  how much do Bruce and I have in common on the travel front?   Let's start with museums because there were plenty to see in Rome, Florence, and Venice.   As I've said before, Bruce has a high pain threshold for museums.  I enjoy museums too, but not six to eight hours a day.  This is some times a problem.   On the other hand, I have the ability to talk to people six hours a day, and while I wouldn't call it a problem per se, it's only because Bruce is a very patient man.  The other problem area relates to when we are driving because navigation is not my forte. While Bruce is patient about most things, my navigational skills, or lack thereof, is not one of them.  

On the positive side, Bruce is my history and art teacher.   I've learned more on the road with him than I ever did in the classroom.  Bruce credits me for giving him the gift of new friends, since I have no problem talking to strangers, and we've come home from a trip having made some really good friends.    Other positives:  We both enjoy traveling to out-of- the-way places, where only travelers go, not tourists.  When driving, we often take back roads because there's a better chance of seeing the unexpected.  We drink local brews and wine and seek out regional music in local bars and clubs, where we can hangout with townspeople.  We prefer to eat in small restaurants that serve authentic traditional  food.  We also enjoy the best restaurants in town, but a Michelin Star is not important because from our experience  Michelin food tends to be too precious   We also like soft adventure, but we like to know we have a place to sleep each night.   Searching for exotic treasures, like art, artifacts and local crafts, is also a shared interest, so much so our friends call our house a museum.  

The unexpected in NW Argentina

Bruce had an iron stomach in China 

An antique treasure we bought in Myanmar

Funny bathroom stories

On several occasions while traveling in Africa, we've had a bathroom with only a bucket and sponge for washing up,  but at least there have been Western toilets and not a hole in the ground.  I think the funniest bathroom situation was when we were in a hotel in China.   When Bruce was in the shower, I noticed a large gap in the tile and saw water pouring out onto the bathroom floor.  I yelled at him to turn the water off, and then together we tried to mop up the water with the only two towels we had.  When we realized we had a small lake in our bathroom,  I went to the front desk to report the problem and to ask for more towels or to have someone help us.   Frustrated by the fact that no one could understand or speak English,  I repeated slowly in pigeon English what it was we needed.   Finally, a woman nodded her head, but I quickly realized she wasn't getting my drift, so I took her to our room and showed her the standing water.   She looked down at the floor and nodded her head and then she left.  I assumed she was going to get help or at least get us more towels.  Ten minutes later she returned with a big smile on her face, and instead of towels, she  handed me a hair dryer and a shower cap, nodding as if to say will these help?   We were so amazed that there was nothing for us to do but laugh.  

Compromise?  Or do it my way

Neither one of us consider ourselves high maintenance, which is a good thing because someone who needs frequent attention wouldn't travel to some of the places we've been.    We have walked off our buns and scrambled over rocks to see important sights.  We both like to take pictures.  I take stills and Bruce takes video.  We are both interested in learning about different cultures and visiting places on the brink of change.   What is important and works for us is being flexible, spontaneous,  fairly easy going, adventurous, and having a good sense of humor.   There is one area that still gives me consternation.  I need to leave for the airport in plenty of time, just in case something happens along the way, and we are delayed.  I despise feeling rushed, and I some times worry I will miss the plane because of a backup on the freeway.  Bruce is much more casual about this and prefers to have about 10-15 minutes before boarding, so he can grab a cup of coffee.   Now that Bruce has experienced my airport anxiety, we do it my way.  

Scrambling down the Bandigara Escarpment to reach Dogon Country in the West African Country  of Mali

More Trips

After Italy in 2000, a wedding and Caribbean honeymoon on a catamaran in 2001, we took another giant step and did a safari in Southern Africa in 2003.  The American tour company we used made a couple of serious goofs in our itinerary, which could have complicated our trip if we hadn't noticed the inconsistencies in advance.  When we expressed concern, i.e. complained,  they upgraded us in such a major way that we stayed in ultra-luxury lodges run by an upmarket company called Wilderness Safaris (rack rate $1000 per night) and flew from camp to camp in their small private planes.  This experience would have been completely out of the question if it hadn't been for the goof.   Sadly, the tour company went out of business the following year.   We hoped our luxurious trip wasn't one of the reasons why.

After our safari, a young woman we met in San Francisco said, "Well, if you liked Africa, you should consider a trip to Papua New Guinea."   I knew of  PNG because I was acquainted with someone who had traveled there.  She showed me some amazing pictures,  and a few of the local treasures she brought home.  This background information was what inspired us to investigate and find a tour company that did trips there.   In 2004 we flew to Papua New Guinea and with a small group traveled up the Sepik River, visiting remote villages, experiencing an exotic culture, and meeting tribal people, who lived in primitive conditions in areas that are still difficult to get to today.   This trip exposed us to something truly out of the ordinary, and because of it, we wanted to do more.   Then we met other travelers who craved the same adventure and also wanted to explore remote areas of the tribal world.  This is how our soft adventure travel life began.  

PAM AND BRUCE IN PAPUA NEW GUINEA 2004

I have really benefited from Bruce's passion because I can now say I have traveled the world, although it's not about bragging rights.  I think I'm a different person because I have seen the world.    I am more adventurous and willing to explore countries and cultures that some people are afraid of or would never think of going to.   The trip to Papua New Guinea was definitely the first step in opening the door to a new way of thinking about future destinations.   Adventure travel is exciting, that's for sure, but we also covet our relaxing time at an all-inclusive called Club Med with family and friends, and believe it or not, we are actually talking about taking a cruise some time, but we have agreed that it has to be to somewhere exotic. 

IT'S NOT ABOUT NEED

With the holiday season and the infamous black Friday shopping day almost upon us,  I am publishing a piece written several years before "Biker Chick Gone Crazy" was established.   While I took some creative liberties, the story is true.  

  

IT'S NOT ABOUT NEED

     When I saw the sign posted in the upscale store window, I put on the brakes and stopped to take a look at the colorful poster that read:  Shoe and handbag sale 30-50% off.   

     As I walked through the front door, a well-dressed woman greeted me with a big smile, as her eyes took in my casual style. Based on my attire -- flip flops, rolled up khaki pants, and a well-worn tee -- I'm sure she thought I was in the wrong store.  

     I wandered over to the designer shoes on sale: Manolo Blanik, Taryn Rose, Donald Pliner, Stuart Weitzman, and more.  Some were clunky, chunky, and others so pointy you could use them as a weapon, if you had to.  Other leather shoes were embellished with Swarovski crystals, classic grosgrain bows, and dressy metallic trim with varying heel heights, from stubby to spiked.   I didn't see any designer flip flops, but something else caught my eye -- a pair of  hot pink, suede-quilted ballerina flats.  "Hey you," one of the pink shoes called out to me from the rack marked size eight.   

    

"Who me?" I responded, turning to see where the tiny voice came from. 

     

"Yes, you, pretty lady.  You in the flip-flops.  Over here.  Try us pinkies on for size.  We’re cute, versatile and we'll take you everywhere."   

 They were definitely cute and the right size, but I questioned their versatility.  I turned over one of the shoes and looked at the price sticker.   Awfully expensive, I thought,  but I tried them on anyway.   My foot slipped into the pink flats for a perfect fit, but even on sale, the pinkies were still more than I wanted to pay.

A hot-looking salesman dressed in an Armani-like suit walked over to me and said,   "If you like the pink, quilted-suede ballerina flats, there’s a matching bag on sale as well."    I stared at the gorgeous hot pink quilted purse hanging from his arm and thought  How sharp.  My quick answer was something like, Oh, thank you, but I'm not the matching bag and shoe type.   I said this because it was Mister Armani's  job to sell two expensive accessories to someone who didn't need them.   Need?  I questioned.    Remember Anne Hathaway who was Meryl Streep's glamorous secretary in the film "The Devil Wears Prada? "  She looked stunning in every designer outfit that she probably didn’t need either.   I did some quick calculations in my head, and then reluctantly placed the pinkies back on the rack.   They glared back at me.  The matching pink bag scowled too.

     I avoided eye contact with Mister Armani, but his subliminal message was sinking in.   You want the hot pink shoes and matching handbag.   They are a good deal.  You know how much you want them.   

     "No, I’m not buying today,"  I said.  "Just looking."   Mister Armani was no rookie.  He was a graduate of the Dale Carnegie School of Slick Sales.   He had taken special courses in how to respond to a Thanks- I- don’t-need-them-I’m- just-looking customer. There are advanced techniques used to persuade fickle women like me to make a purchase regardless of need.  Using highly-honed skills in neurolinguistic programming, he turned up his receiving antenna and picked up my unconscious signal that said catch me if you can.   

     I abandoned the shoe racks and wandered over to a table piled high with gorgeous bags, also on sale.  My fingers slowly caressed the textures of these beautiful accessories – the fine grain of creamy leathers, supple and fuzzy fibers of suede, and the smooth, shiny metals like silver and gold.   Suddenly my hand touched something that felt exquisite.  Was it suede? Was it fur?  Was it real?   It was a Salvatore Ferragamo satchel with a stunning design of black and brown wavy stripes of soft camel and zebra hair.  The bag was trimmed in black suede and had a refined look.  Inside there was a rich, creamy silk lining that screamed EXPENSIVE!   I slid the bag over my shoulder and tucked it comfortably under my arm.    

     "Oh, I love this bag," I cried out, but when I saw the gleam in Mister Armani's eye, I quickly covered my mouth with my hand and thought  Bad girl, bad girl, bad girl.  

     

 Then I looked at the price tag.  Originally this bag cost $1100, but was on sale for $750.   Not in this remaining life time, I thought.  Besides I’m retired now and don’t have a need for such a dressy bag, I quickly put the purse down, but before I could walk away,  Mister Armani rushed over to the table and met me face-to-face.

      "A remarkable purse at a great price, don’t you think?" he said.

     

     "Well, that might seem like a good price to you,"  I said, "but I can't afford a $750 handbag."

      

     "$750, huh?"  he responded.   He turned over the tag and looked at the price.  

    

 Then he leaned closer to me and whispered,  "I’ll let you in on a little secret – just between you and me.   Beginning tomorrow, all the purses on this table and the shoes on those racks will be reduced  70%,  as our summer sale only lasts another four days."

     

     "70% off?" I asked.  "O.K., then how much will this bag cost?" 

      "About $300," he boasted. 

     "$300 for an  $1100 purse?" I questioned again. 

     

      "Yes," he said.  

     

I looked over at the pinkies and the matching bag.  Their glare had vanished.  Now they were smiling and winking at me, as if to say, "please, please take us home." 

    

       "And those?" I asked. 

  

        "Yes, the hot pink suede quilted ballerina flats will be 70% off too."   

    I ran the new numbers in my head.   I slipped the pinkies on one more time and swung the matching purse over my shoulder to see how they looked.  I felt glamorous even though I was not wearing the appropriate clothes.  Although I'm not the matching shoes and purse type,  I was tempted.

       

  

    I reached for the elegant Ferragamo bag, turned it over a couple of times and unzipped the main pocket.   I removed all the bulky paper stuffed inside and replaced it with my wallet,  cell phone,  and sunglasses.  Everything fit with room to spare.   

     Mister Armani had cast the bait, and I was hooked.    He had me in his line of sight as soon as I walked in the door.  He hoped I’d be driven by price and buy something on impulse.   He was right.  I’m a sucker for good deals – shoes, purses, Persian rugs, whatever.  Even the black flip-flops were a deal. It doesn’t matter whether there’s a need or not.  I handed him the Ferragamo bag and asked,    "Will you take plastic and hold everything until tomorrow?"  

    

He replied with a wink,  "My pleasure,"  he said, knowing we were both winners in this deal.  He arranged the smiling pinkies in a shoe box,  packed the two elegant purses in cloth covers and put them in a bag with a "Hold for Perkins" tag stapled on the front. 

      "I’ll be back tomorrow when the sale begins," I said.    As I walked out the door, I patted myself on the back and thought wow, what a good deal.  

                                               *****

N. B.  I wore the pink ballerina flats only once because I rarely wear pink.   The matching purse is still in my closet.   The Ferragamo purse was too dressy for my casual lifestyle, so I gave it to my step daughter, who loves it.   This is a perfect example of buying purely on impulse because the shoes and purses were a good deal.   But only a good deal if I wore them.   When I dropped off the pink ballerina flats at a second-hand store,  I thought I could hear them cursing.   Here is a picture of the pink quilted purse in case someone is interested.

BOB'S YOUR UNCLE AND FANNY'S YOUR AUNT

There is only one American I know who has heard of The Kimberly, so when I told friends we were going there, they asked where it was.  "It's a huge area of Northwestern Australia, bigger than the size of Texas," I answered, "And it's considered one of the most ecologically diverse and pristine wilderness areas on our planet."

Visiting Australia has never been high on my priority list because I used to say that when I get off a plane, I want to feel like I'm in a foreign country.  To me Australia seemed too similar to America, but exploring the rugged Kimberly Coast on a small ship sounded more like taking a walkabout with the Aborigines in the Outback.  In other words, this trip seemed appealing.  Although I was not ready to make cruising our style, I thought that this would give me a preview of what it will be like to travel in my eighties.

THIS WAS OUR ROUTE UP THE COAST

Upon our arrival in Australia, we had the same reaction we did when we visited Canada this sumer.  How come we know so little about this country -- its geography its history (other than it was a place that England sent its criminals), its politics, or any details about how the government is run.  It was kind of embarrassing not to know the name of the Prime Minister.  Despite our ignorance about a lot of things Australian, we patted ourselves on the back for knowing that Nicole Kidman and Olivia Newton John were Australian, but what we didn't know was that they were victims of what Aussies call the "tall poppy syndrome."  This means that, unlike America, it is difficult for an Australian to make a name for himself or herself or to gain fame in their homeland.  Usually, they must leave the country to become successful.  The reasons for this are not exactly clear, although one passenger said that there has always been a tendency for Aussies to want equality for everyone and dislike countrymen (or countrywomen) who flaunt their success.

Let's face it, as Americans, we pay little attention to what goes on in Australia.  In a book I read, it said that in 1997, there were only 20 articles in The New York Times about Australia, whereas in the same year, there were 120 articles on Peru, 150 on Albania, and 500 on Israel.  Most Americans don't even know that in 1967 the Prime Minister of Australia plunged into the surf while strolling on the beach one day and was never heard from again.  All of this might be acceptable if this country was like Belarus or Benin, but the fact is Australia is one of the largest countries in the world by landmass.

ONE OF THE KIMBERLY BEACHES

Our need to get a visa to enter Australia completely escaped us.  "Where is your Australian visa?" the young agent at the airport in Bali asked, as we were checking in for our flight to Perth.  "Americans don't need visas for Australia,"  Bruce  replied with conviction.  "I'm afraid you do, Sir," the female agent behind the counter said in a polite voice, not authoritative like the bellowing voice from the man standing behind him who repeated, "Yes, you do."  We shook our heads.  "No, we don't," we repeated.  "Look, I don't know where you got this information, but you do need a visa and that's simply the way it is," the man answered back.  "Who are you?" I asked, assuming he was another passenger who wanted to butt in.  "I'm from Immigration," he answered brusquely, "and I'm in the middle of something important, so let's just get on with it and try to get you a visa on line, if we can."  He turned to the agent behind the desk and whispered something that sounded like keep an eye out for fake passports from Jakarta, will you?

After finally connecting through a maze of networks, it took about fifteen minutes to fill out the forms and pay for the visas online.  But once we received them electronically, we were on our way, expressing gratitude to the patient agent.  You would think that after our visa debacle in Argentina, where we thought we could obtain visas at the border, but couldn't, we would have researched this visa issue more thoroughly.

A few days later, we boarded the Coral Princess ship with 46 other passengers, mostly Australians, near the frontier town of Broome on the West Coast.  The Coral Princess is a handsome, twin-hulled boutique catamaran, designed for maximum stability and comfort.  Most of the time you feel like you are cruising on a private yacht.  We were guided by their highly professional staff to our comfortable stateroom, where we eagerly unpacked for the highly anticipated ten day trip.

THE CORAL PRINCESS

After successfully donning our life jackets and going through the required emergency drill, we went down to the bar and dining room for cocktails and dinner with a fixed menu that sounded absolutely delicious.  Except for the purser handing out anti-nausea pills to all passengers when we boarded, there was no significant warning of what was to come.  Just as we were sitting down for dinner, the ship began to heave a little and then more rocking and rolling.  I don't usually suffer from motion sickness so I wasn't worried initially, but after a few minutes, this type of turbulence began to affect me.  

Pretty soon the dining room was almost completely empty, as people ran or crawled to their staterooms to lie down, except for a few brave souls, like Bruce and me.  I thought I'd be ok if I ate a little something since I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast.  My stomach was a little queasy and my head was spinning too, which reminded me of the only time when I came really close to losing it -- throwing up, I mean, because of motion sickness.    I was in the spinning teacups ride at Disneyland, and forgot to keep my head up and my eyes focused on the horizon as I had been told by the man collecting tickets.  If the ride hadn't ended when it did, I might have done something awful to upset my six-year old niece who was having a grand time spinning round in the teacup and sitting beside me.   So here on the ship I kept a smile on my face, ate a small dinner role and a couple of bites of chicken, all the time watching Bruce consume the entire meal, including dessert, and not feeling a thing.   Fortunately in the middle of the night the boat stopped heaving and apparently, so did everyone else.  

Since Bruce and I are not used to cruising, we forgot that the view outside our cabin window constantly changes, which in The Kimberly means you either see white sandy beaches, massive red and black sandstone cliffs or major outcroppings of rock which are usually exposed only at low tide.  But there are other things that never change:  bright blue sky, gorgeous sunrises and sunsets, and oppressive heat and humidity.  Fortunately, the Coral Princess was well air-conditioned, but when you went outside, it felt like you just opened the door of a 400 degree oven.  I used to say that the hottest place I ever traveled was Papua New Guinea, so no wonder we sweated like pigs.  We were about a thousand miles from those shores.

THE EXPLORER AT A WET LANDING

Sharing daily details about exploring The Kimberly would take too many pages.  It can be summed up best by saying our twice daily excursions in a smaller, zippy boat called the Explorer offered the opportunity to explore the incredible scenery on foot.   We experienced natural surroundings that are far different from what we have seen in other parts of the world.  Geologically, the Kimberly was created almost two thousand million years ago and transformed into its present landmass by major geological upheaval also, over a period of millions of years.  We were struck by the brilliant colors of the sedimentary, metamorphic and igneous rock.  There was a sampling of marine life, like dangerous saltwater crocs, sea snakes, and one day we came across a small-scale bearded dragon that even our guest lecturers had never seen before.  

OLIVE PYTHON

One of the crew discovered an olive python sleeping on the Explorer excursion boat, which was a little creepy, especially since he seemed to think it had been on the boat for several days.  In the water, we saw an occasional whale and several pods of dolphins.  One day a large, but friendly tawny nurse shark came to our boat to be hand fed small fish, a mid-morning snack that the shark remembered from previous Coral Princess visits. 

On Montgomery Reef, Australia's largest inshore reef, we experienced one of the lowest tides ever and enjoyed a spectacle of spectacles as we watched cascades of white water pouring off its ragged edge.  The best way to see the reef, exotic coral and unusual marine life was on a zodiac.

MONTGOMERY REEF

THIS WAS NOT ONLY A WET LANDING BUT A MUD LANDING

We had wet landings and occasional dry ones.  Some of our walks were rocky and quite steep, under a blazing sun with almost no shade.  Others were flat on hard sand and soft, through mud flats and sharp spinifex grass.  


We climbed over boulders and took cool dips in several natural plunge pools.  

A NATURAL POOL FOR A NICE COOL DIP ON A HOT DAY

OSPREY NEST

Binoculars weren't required to spot the large osprey nests built on top of uniquely carved rocks, and although we never saw a bower bird, we did see its cleverly camouflaged nest under a tree and in the sand.  The hundred-year-old family grave sites were an indication that a few had tried to build a community here, but failed due to the harsh climate and the inhospitable land.  One day we explored the site of a well preserved DC3 plane wreck that crashed in the bush during the war in 1942, but amazingly, all the crew survived.

A BOWER BIRD'S BOWER (A NEST ON THE GROUND)

YES, IT'S  WEIRD TO HAVE A PHOTO OF YOURSELF
IN FRONT OF A WRECKED PLANE

WALKING ON WATER OR MAYBE MUD?

As we walked on the beach, hundreds of fiddler crabs ran for cover in their well protected sand holes, but I was still able to get a photo.  

FIDDLER CRABS HAVE ONLY ONE LARGE CLAW

One of the highlights for many was an exciting zodiac raft trip down the famous Horizontal Falls, an unusual water phenomenon made possible by a fast rising tide.  

Fortunately, we had several opportunities to see the famous Wandjina figures, the Aboriginal name for ancient rock art, created by tribes thousands of years ago.  Some paintings required us to lay on our backs and look up at the low ceiling in order to see the details.

When we weren't exploring by foot, we were cruising down mangrove-lined rivers, narrow gorges or deep canyons.  On the ship, experts lectured on topics like Australia's original settlers, rock art, and the mysteries of sharks and crocs.  

Food was never a problem. In fact, that's an understatement because we had an amazing gourmet chef named Travis.   There was morning and afternoon tea, where you could enjoy freshly baked scones, served with berry jam and real whipped cream.  The staff on the ship were extremely professional and yet at the same time they loved cracking jokes and making good fun with all the guests.

PAM AND JACK, WHO WORE MANY HATS

(L-R) EMMA, JOANNE, AND BRITTANY

One morning some of us paid dearly to get a bird's eye view of The Kimberly with a helicopter excursion over the famous Mitchell Falls, but we were so late in the dry season that the falls were pretty skimpy and could almost be called non-existent.  It didn't really matter to me because what I wanted was an overall perspective of the rugged landscape below.   Here we were thousands of miles from anywhere and in the middle of nowhere.

Very early on the trip, I knew the passengers would be as interesting and colorful as the scenery, because Aussies are so much fun.  

SUE FROM MELBOURNE

Whether you consider Aussies gifted communicators or not, I have to admit that they certainly have an unusual vernacular.  It took a while for us to understand what they were saying because they often shorten words that have more than two syllables, even calling themselves Aussies instead of Australians,  Sunglasses are sunnies.  Universities are unis.  The word temporary becomes tempy, and my favorite is pressies for chrissy.  Figure that one out?  A bloke is a man, and a sheila's a girl.  Bob's your uncle and Fanny's your aunt means don't worry mate, everything is going to be ok.  Some expressions need no translation like, pushing shit up the hill with a pointed stick,  point percy at the porcelain, and my other favorite is If your auntie had balls, she'd be your uncle.

For more than a decade now I've been very fortunate to visit many places of extraordinary beauty, and The Kimberly ranks pretty high on the list.  But making friends with a wonderful bunch of Aussies is what made this trip really special and worthwhile for me.