Leaving the main land I felt a thread snap.
Pulling my backpack on and leaving behind my wheels and all the regalia of motorcycle riding to board a boat, leaving behind the Australian continent was a major step. That sense of a thread snapping felt like a weight off my shoulders, perhaps a letting go too.
Arriving on Thursday Island (TI) we stopped and met a few locals, chatting for a time, before heading off to meet the Titasey family that we would stay with over the next seven days.
They are friends of a friend of ours who lived there a year or two back. Thanks a stack for the contact Jo.
Raman has contributed lots of photos to the Sunken Miles story. I will credit them from now on with Raman written in brackets in the caption.
Much of my time on TI was spent lapping up island life and forgetting about the camera. I have a few images of this incredible week but many of the most memorable times, like diving for cray fish, playing with the kids, exploring and fishing will remain as stories only.
The cray fish is delicious. What a treat.
Dusty’s partner, Martina, is from TI and a relative of Tony’s. They live in Ballarat of all places and are just up for a wedding.
Goode island was actually the first island to be settled by the Brits before TI. It was latter abandoned for a few reasons I believe including the lack of a good deep water port and not much fresh water. However it was used during WWII for its strategic location in the Torres strait.
Dusty is an avid gold prospector and one of the most knowledgeable I have met despite his youth.
I’ll let the images of what we caught spark your imagination as to the experience fishing 🙂
The cat was very well behaved and I did give it some scraps, which it gratefully devoured.
We had such an amazing time out fishing with Tony. Thanks so much Tony! I can still feel the rush of the big carnivorous sea fish fighting back and forth as I struggled to wind in my rod and finally hauling aboard a truly beautiful fish that I would savour every morsel of later that evening.
One of the best experiences was running though the western mud flats (yes though, not across) of Friday island with a hand made spear chasing shovel nose sharks. My spearing skills are not as…sharp… as Sutchi’s. What an experience though, wow. Sutchi however is very good!
It may seem like we did take lots of photos and I guess there are more than I thought. Still there are lots of great times that are missed and will remain as memories like the snorkelling and diving for cray fish. There’s another thing I am very much a beginner at. I didn’t get a one but it was a fantastic time never the less. Sutchi and Dusty made up for my shortcomings and provided nine crays for dinner. Eating from the sea here is quite literally luxurious. The fish is delicious and then you eat the cray…
Still the time has come for us to return to the main land, don our wheels and begin our journey south. What exactly the journey south will look like I am unsure but I feel it will likely be a quite different from the 14,000km adventure that delivered us the the northernmost tip of our continent.
Before leaving TI, we headed up the hill to the WWII Green Hill Fort for a little “tourism”. Most people who visit TI do a day trip over from Seisia and the fort is most of what they see.
Good bye and thank you so very much to Catherine and Tony Titasey. You have given us so very much. One day we hope to see you down south. You are always welcome. We would love to show you our home, take you hunting and walking in the forest and share with you our world.
Catherine, good luck with your book, My Island Homocide. I wish you the best writing the sequel.
And so I close this chapter…dreaming of islands….
The door to the second half of the Sunken Miles adventure is open in front of us. From here there is only one way, south.