Saturday, 4 August 2012

Bundaberg to Pancake Creek



Hello Bundaberg
Wednesday morning and time to head to our next port of call being Bundaberg.  The wind has dropped a lot so its another lovely day and we motor out at 17km in 6 knot winds north.  We are now motoring through a main whale migrating area.  Hoping so much we see a whale or two breaching, so binoculars and camera to the ready.   We see this mighty spray of water about 600 meters in front of us.  Can you believe that five hours of motoring and we did not see one other whale.  A bit disappointing, especially as this is the time of year that the whales migrate up north along the east coast to breeding areas in Queensland.  Oh well we have another two months on the water to see one.
Andrew gives his lure fishing ago as Christie motors the boat along.  An hour and a half later and I think having changed the lure four times, Andrew has still not had any luck at catching a thing and decides instead its time to go and sit out the front to relax and watch the water go by and feel that feeling of being free.

We see in the distance the Burnett River, Bundaberg entrance and head in to fill up again with fuel and anchor for the night.  Unfortunately we get to the marina to be told there is no unleaded fuel for boats here so we then have to empty our 5 Jerry cans into the boat, and go and fill them using the car fuel pumps, making three trips.  We have a bit of a laugh with the trawler guys who have just pumped 2000 litres of diesel into their trawler.  We hate to even imagine what that cost them.  Anyway a fuel stop that usually takes us 20 Min's took just over an hour.  As we keep finding out, this is all a learning curve and at least we had the Jerry cans to be able to do this.

We really can't believe how much we have both learnt already on this trip.  Our knowledge now to what it was in March when we first moved onto the boat, has increased so much.  Its all fun and games as they say.

Bottle number 2 
Left Bundaberg and motored north in the South Pacific Ocean towards Agnes Water and the Town of 1770 (Seventeen Seventy).   Another perfect day and we are feeling very lucky as the weather when we were at Scarborough was windy and wet for weeks and now we seem to be having such calm seas and sunny days.

We get bottle number 2 ready, this time we use our champagne bottle, so just past Bundaberg we throw it overboard, again with our details on a piece of paper inside and all sealed up, wondering who will find it and where it will end up.

Whale swimming by us
Half way between Bundaberg and 1770 we see a snort of water come from the horizon.  Binoculars out and we see a whale in the distance again.  Eyes peeled and as we head in that direction, the whale is heading towards us.  Full of excitement, we watch as two whales that look like a white/pale blue colour just under the surface of the ocean, what a view to see them swimming by.  Then all of a sudden 6 meters in front of the boat they are playing around us and it seems they are just as inquisitive of us as we are of them as they hang around the boat for a good 30 minutes, putting their bodies and tails out of the water and then swimming down again and then blowing water out their spout hole.  Really really incredible mammals, especially to see them in the wild and so close to us.  They only seemed small whales, but that did not make a difference to us, they are still great to see.
Whale tail
After lots of photographs taken we sit back and watch then swim off into the distance.

Dolphin swimming by
Chatting along and following our trusty Beacon to Beacon book we follow the leads into 1770 and see a dolphin swim by us.  Can this day get any better.

Motoring into Town of 1770
Sunset at 1770
Pork dinner
The Town of 1770 was built on the site of the second landing in Australia of Captain James Cook.  The town is only small, but very quaint and even though both of us had been here before by road and really liked it, it was nice to see by boat and have a good look around.  We went for a walk through the town and along the beach and then headed back to the boat for some more fishing……..  Still nothing, so instead Christie cooks up a nice Pork meal to satisfy our hunger.

The following morning, we are up early and as last night we had had a walk around the towns campsite and saw the showers were not locked (Usually in campsites and Marinas the doors are locked for patrons only), so this morning we snuck in and had a shower, oh the running hot water is such a luxury, you don’t appreciate it enough until you don’t have it.

Chris at Bustard Head Light house
Pancake Creek
Andrew looking at view of Airstrip Beach from Bustard Head
Black Boy plants
Only a short trip today, a couple of hours further north to a place we had been told about called Pancake Creek which is situated halfway between Gladstone and Bundaberg. There is no road access to the area so with only 4 other boats anchored we decide to spend the day and night here.  It really is a lovely inlet.  We had a short tinnie ride onto the beach then went for a 5km round trip walk, through first of all clear water, then into dried up swamp land with dead trees all around, then further up where bushes and trees all so green and lots of Black Boys – Black Boys are a traditional native plant of Australia, the plant is well know as it only grows about an inch a year, they are quite attractive in an unusual way because they are different.  We keep walking and come to an amazing view of "Airstrip Beach" which is the front of Pancake Creek, really lovely on such a nice day, further up the hill and we end up at Bustard Head lighthouse which is still a working lighthouse and was built in 1868.



Bustard Head Lighthouse

Andrew with his Flat Head fish
In the afternoon we go for a short tinnie ride over to some mud flaps to see if we can catch some yabbies’ using a yabbie pump, unfortunately no yabbies’ but we do catch some sort of sea slug, ewww, not an attractive species at all, orange in colour and all slimy to touch.  As we are walking around the mud flaps with heads down looking around, Christie suddenly turns around to the tinnie that we have not tied up and sees it floating away with the tide.  Andrew turns and runs at full speed along the mud flaps and dives into the water, what a good save that was (Oh I wish we had a video camera with us at times like that).  Back home and Andrew pulls a small flat head fish from his line, a little small to eat but will make good bait, and at least it is a catch.



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