I'm not talking about our own movements pseudoindipendentisti. I arrived in the far north but the southern hemisphere. The rainforest that covers most of the territory. In particular, north of what is' the capital of the region: Cairns.
Like all city 'of the east coast, Cairns is full of backpackers looking for a temporary job, to collect money and energy to continue the journey.
Oh, the energies do not know how can I recover as well as elsewhere flowing rivers of beer and sound waves until late at night. Incredibly, there are many deals to save here and there ': hostel from $ 15 per night including breakfast and dinner. No comment on the quality 'of meals, but the place and' clean and nice people. Of course, the mandolin was a huge success, despite the limited repertoire of common Italian (2), Catalan (1), British (many), German (very), French (too many) and Dutch (ditto). It feels more
the Aboriginal presence. But only 'cause you see them around.
it is not clear, give me an atrocious idea of \u200b\u200bmaladjustment, often bent by alcohol, in groups isolated from the rest. And the feeling 'that are outside their home. Separated by a company 'imported from abroad and who can not or do not want to join.
the region and 'the triumph of might of nature. In every place and 'exuberant and majestic.
Whether
flora or fauna
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These obviously are not real, but are a little symbol of what 'that you can' meet in the forest or diving in the waters of the reef.
I converted to underwater machines, but I have yet to develop the roll with the hope that it was just a hundredth of what he has impressed my memory. Days of fasting and silence (citation Music) allow me to dive properly.
the Great Barrier Reef, the Great Barrier Reef.
Again Neptune and 'park not shown displaying jewelry as turtles, sharks and manta rays. But the generosity 'in the form of coral mountains with real valleys, pinnacles and caves! The variety 'of forms and colors' scary, I'm really happy to have opened the doors of this new world, that in the future I will be able to' bring new wonders.
A Cape Tribulation is the miracle: the reef meets the rainforest, primordial, primitive.
said sincerely one of the most 'beautiful scenery I've ever seen. The pristine beach on which the waves of the sea blue blue blue ends against a wall of deep green vegetation. All framed by a blue sky streaked with clouds that are gathering fast threatening rain.
I believe that Captain Cook giving the name to the place he most wanted to show 'that the hardships faced in navigating the turmoil it causes in the depths of the soul.
Today is reached by a ferry boat reminiscent of Charon. In the sense that the only road that leads you forward in this sea green.
The immediate comparison 'with the Taman Negara, the Malaysian forest. Similarities and differences.
First of all in the preparation of tourist facilities. There are no hostels for backpackers resort, equipped with pubs, kitchens, laundries. In Malaysia it was all much more 'spartan. Too much 'people are always friendly and sincere.
Here goes well hey mate, but when I complained about the change in the price of beer and chips any day, the venue manager insulted me and away from the bar. Too bad my room was directly opposite, and then I could not help but pass. I have always maintained that he was leaving the calm to pissed off.
Ammirato an Australian gave me a night walk up to a creek inhabited by crocodiles, however, that 'if they were well hidden, or perhaps just waiting for a good time ...
Beyond 'the appearance of certain folkloric events here and the forest' as the other impressive. There are three elements that struck me in particular.
Verticality: an incredible number of stems that climb trying to pierce the canopy above them, or rather vines and aerial roots that try to cling desperately to the soil in search of food from the earth and mud. Talking about a kind of mystical connection between earth and sky.
The tangle of life. Majestic trees cling to the worms, on which sprout new shoots that can accommodate molds or provide nests of leaves for snakes and snakes (oh my God, we speak of pythons and boa constrictors ...), ants, beetles.
Each point can 'be read to be born in' a new creature.
Third, the almost complete absence of birds. Malaysia was a party of chirps, Scricco, pops, hisses, trills. Here almost absolute silence and impressive. I have not yet fully understood why, but there must be.
Of course if all the birds were like this ... Ladies and gentlemen, a rare appearance: the cassowary.
Um ... if they do not really understand the proportions, but it 's a kind of ostrich about six feet tall ...
Another difference: in Malaysia the trails were fairly beaten, even the most 'difficult. Here is reflected the presence of two types of tourist: the pseudo-celebrity or at least the little family, which then uses a boardwalk, a series of walkways clean and beautiful for not pints dirty feet and then enjoy a simple and quiet of the forest.
Here in the company of Pierre and Pauline, the French which I joined yesterday for some walks.
other hand, the masters of adventure (one asked me for two days next week to crawl in the mud, wilderness exploration, sleeping in caves inhabited by bats) or simply those who want to make a serious path. Small ribbons indicate the way (which is never a tree with smears of paint!), Even if sometimes we lose. The path and 'tiny, sometimes invisible. Not so much mud as in Malaysia, less leeches (the only one I found was trying to infiltrate in places where the sun beats ...). But anyway, in short, can not be so mica! Answer: Look, I'm Brazilian! (Brasilitaliana to tell the truth ')
I assure you that Marina is not' never slipped once and within 4 hours (including a stop for lunch sandwiches) we took a path of 6!
Pauline said that the forest was quite oppressive. With good reason, the feeling and 'just to be small before this wonder of life. The real mystery, we are located within a living organism that breathes, sweats (ah, no, and that ''...) humidity changes constantly, as Pierre said, infinite life.
But it 's time to move on to new shores, a few more days of rest in the southern land and then ... I leave you to imagine the next destination.
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