Saturday, January 31, 2015
As we caught the Shuttle Bus in, and looked at all the action on the busy streets, one person half-jokingly asked, "where are all the old people?". She was right, everyone out there seemed to be young, tanned and fit – giving the streets a really youthful vitality.
Firstly, we had to find a cafe with wifi to call home – no problem in a city as well-connected as Sydney. Secondly, we had to buy some essentials that weren't available (or were too ridiculously over-priced) in the Pacific – Sydney's shops didn't disappoint. Thirdly, we just wanted to get back in the swing of big city – in many ways, Sydney is like London in its architecture and business focus, yet it feels younger, more relaxed, and of course, the sun is invariably shining. It can't be a bad place to live and work.
We then decided to walk up to the Harbour Bridge to get some views back over the harbour. It's only when you're walking along it, that you realise quite how big the bridge is – it's still the heaviest arch in the world. Even if we're too scared to do the bridge climb over the top of the bridge, it's still an awesome feeling to be on this iconic piece of 1930s engineering. Finally, it was time to visit a traditional Aussie pub in the Rocks and have a well deserved cold beer.
If we hadn't got enough pictures of the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge already, of course we had yet more photo opportunities on our sail out. Whatever angle you look at it from, Sydney is a great-looking place.
Our introduction to Sydney was as spectacular as ever, sailing into its sparkling harbour, past multi-million dollar bayfront homes, before the amazing Opera House came into view, backed by the huge Harbour Bridge. We were lucky with the weather – apparently it had been raining continually for the past three days, but today it was blue skies and none of the humidity that can stifle Sydney in the summer.
Sadly, we had to sail past the cruise berth at Circular Quay (which was taken by an enormous Carnival behemoth that was too tall to sail under the Bridge), and we carried on to the overflow cruise terminal at the less-than-glamorous White Bay. All wasn't lost, because Silversea were providing Shuttle Buses to take everyone into Circular Quay (about a 30-minute drive through the solid Sydney traffic).
This morning, we went on a tour to the Featherdale Wildlife Park, on the outskirts of Sydney, beyond Parramatta, to encounter some of Australia's unique wildlife. Our first encounter was with a super-cute koala who was brought round to us by a handler, and as we stroked him, he even stirred himself to move occasionally, just to prove that he wasn't a soft toy. In fact, he was pretty animated compared to most of his utterly somnolent compatriots who were mostly curled up into drugged-up furry balls wedged into the branches of the eucalyptus trees there.
The kangaroos and wallabies that we met next were a bit more lively, greedily snatching the ice cream cones of kangaroo-food out of my hand and tucking in while they allowed us to stroke them. In fact, one of them even managed to out-cute the koalas, when a little joey stuck his head out of his mother's pouch to cheekily say hello. It was great fun being so close to these weird and wonderful-looking creatures, as well as seeing lazy dingos, slithering snakes, waddling echidnas, and a huge crocodile amongst many others.
If we were on a high at this point, the day was only to get better. Because, we were joining the ship's World Cruise Experience to the Opera House to see a performance of Tosca. This being Silversea, you don't just go to the opera – instead, you get picked up straight from the ship by a catamaran, do a cruise round the beautiful harbour, then have drinks and a gourmet meal right in front of the Opera House being entertained by a group of talented Aborigine singers and dancers. It was an amazing experience.
Finally, we saw a really well-staged production of Tosca – entertaining, occasionally amusing, engrossing, and of course, ultimately very tragic. Days as good as this don't happen often.
Monday, January 26, 2015
As we sailed into our port of call, the capital, Noumea, we immediately got an insight into what makes New Caledonia tick. We passed by attractive sandy bays that are turning the island into a holiday destination; we could see a large town equipped with modern buildings and French supermarkets; and in the distance, we could see the smoking chimneys of the town's rather ugly nickel smelting plant. These elements rather summed up the territory – it's a well developed place with a strong French accent that's increasingly becoming a tourist destination, but one that has the luxury of its large nickel reserves to give it a high standard of living.
This wealth has meant that the territory is strongly considering going it alone and getting independence from France; although the debate is not as cut and dried as that. Because, the local Melanesian Kanak population only make up about 45% of the population, while white ethnic French people make up about a third of the population (with Chinese, Vietnamese and other Polynesian people making up the balance). So, at the moment, it seems that the majority of people (by a small margin) want to maintain its links with France.
The presence of so many white people here in the capital, and its well developed infrastructure mean that Noumea has a lot of the feel of a modern Riviera town, although the extreme tropical heat and the presence of plenty of Kanak people (many of the ladies looking lovely in their colourful "Mother Hubbard" dresses introduced by the missionaries), gave the place a strongly South Pacific feel too.
As a lot of things are closed on a Monday, there wasn't so much to do here, so we decided to chance our arm to see if we could sneak into the Tjibaou Cultural Centre to take a look at its amazing architecture. Having got the bus there, we pleaded with the security guards to let us in to take a few snaps of one of the most impressive pieces of architecture in the South Pacific, designed by Renzo Piano (of Pompidou Centre and the Shard fame). Unfortunately, we couldn't find much generosity of spirit from them, so we had to make do with a few tantalising glimpses over the top of the trees.
On getting the bus straight back into town, we decided to walk to the closest beach, the Baie de Citrons – a fairly long walk in the baking heat, although the sea breezes did cool us down a little. The beach was lovely, and there were plenty of bars and cafes for us to take shelter from the sun. Just to show how much more developed this place is compared to the more rough-and-ready Pacific islands we've visited so far, most bars had fast free wifi to use, so we were able to catch up on a few jobs.
It was way too hot to walk back, so we enjoyed the air-conditioning of the bus back into the centre of town, before having a bit more of a wander – checking out the pretty expensive prices in the supermarket.
So, if you don't mind high prices, hot weather and a bit of isolation, then I think that New Caledonia must be a pretty good place to live (to me, it definitely seems more "liveable" than either Tonga or French Polynesia). There's an enticing combination of exotic Melanesian culture and French organisation, in a place of fairly high standards of living – whether this will all change if they decide to go it alone remains to be seen. I wonder what the future holds for New Caledonia?
Friday, January 23, 2015
The weather couldn't have been much warmer either, but it was a vast improvement over last year when we all got absolutely drenched in a day of vicious wind and rain. In fact, I did exactly the same tour as last year – but what a difference some fine weather makes. Because, today we got to see how attractive this island is – even if it doesn't have spectacular mountains or rainforest, it's obviously incredibly fertile, with fields of crops and coconut plantations everywhere.
The main natural sight on the island, are the blowholes at Houma, which would have required worse weather to see them at their best; but even on a day of calm seas and minimal wind, their display was pretty impressive. While we were there, one enterprising lady had gathered about 10 schoolkids together to get them to sing for us – the fact that they were fairly out of tune, and that the songs were about as un-Tongan as possible ("Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", and an incongruous "We Wish You a Merry Christmas") couldn't take away from their gap-toothed cuteness, and they made a few dollars for their trouble.
As we toured the island, we visited a couple of stone age sites that were impressive, even if no-one knows what their actual purpose was or how they were built – one that looked like Stonehenge consisted of 40-ton blocks of coral stone slotted together, while the other was a set of pyramidal burial mounds again made from huge blocks of stone. Apart from Easter Island, there aren't many places in Polynesia that can rival these ancient sites.
As we toured, our excellent guide told us all about the island and what it's like to live here. He didn't think that things had necessarily got any better since democracy had finally come to the country in 2010, but at least they only had themselves to blame if the government wasn't very good. He was particularly worried by the amount that the Chinese had taken over – a large proportion of the shops and businesses now have Chinese owners. However, he had to admit that the industrious Chinese tended to work harder and stay open longer than the laid-back islanders – a people perhaps used to accepting the bounty that their fertile island provides without having to work too hard for it.
At the end of the tour, Tracy and I explored Nuku'alofa, which is a relaxed, endearingly ramshackle city with an eclectic mix of architecture. There were few of the old wooden colonial buildings that have survived the years (or survived the riots in 2006, which saw 80% of the city centre burned down), but those that did were generally dilapidated, there were a few gleaming modern buildings (funded by Chinese money) that didn't have much character, and still a few gaps on the street waiting for the re-building work to come to them.
The most interesting site in town is probably the market – again, thoroughly laid-back, totally friendly, and a good showpiece for the island's agricultural produce and for some of its traditional crafts.
Tonga seems to be trying really hard to improve its lot and trying to give its visitors a good impression – I hope that this wonderfully welcoming country's hard working tourist industry can really begin to grow.
Monday, January 19, 2015
As we bounced along the pot-holed roads of the main town Vaitape, we joked that we were already experiencing an off-road adventure; however, the tracks that we were to be taking up into the mountains must have been some of the roughest terrain I've ever driven on. Not only were they steep and unpaved, but they were heavily rutted, covered in boulders and about as uneven as you can imagine.
We held on for grim death as we did our best not to bash our heads on the roof, or to be tipped out of the back of the jeep – it was quite literally a white-knuckle ride around the island. However, the lush scenery was beautiful, and the views from the top across the blue lagoon and over to the little off-shore motus made all that bumping and jolting worthwhile.
We visited some of the enormous gun emplacements left over from the Second World War, when this island paradise was turned into a heavily fortified base for the US Navy. How they managed to get those huge iron guns up the top of these vertiginous ridges must have been an amazing feat of engineering and logistics.
It was those years of American occupation that totally changed the fortunes of the island. Not only did they give the island the infrastructure of roads and the airport that it still relies on today, but they brought it to the world's attention with their tales of Bora Bora as an idyllic South Pacific paradise.
From any angle, that view of Bora Bora as a paradise still holds true today – great scenery, wonderful white beaches, and amazing sea life in the beautiful lagoon. Plus the modern infrastructure of swanky holiday resorts has turned this into an exclusive playground for the rich and famous, although the fact that four of the island's 16 resorts have gone bankrupt in the last few years, goes to the show that not everything's fine here in paradise.
French Polynesia has certainly delivered on all fronts over the past week – on land and sea, up in the mountains and under water, in quiet seclusion or in busy towns, in simple pleasures or in sophisticated resorts – this scattered territory has all the ingredients for vacation heaven.
We were heading into the thickly vegetated Papenoo Valley to see its mountainous scenery and its many waterfalls (the name means Valley of 1,000 Waterfalls) – so, while the heavy rain was bad for observing the scenery, it was obviously good for powering the waterfalls. As we peered through the rain-sodden sides of our jeep, the lush scenery and plunging waterfalls looked pretty amazing, but we kept on having to imagine just how good it all would have looked with clear skies (or at least without it feeling that someone had poured a bucket of water over you every time you stepped outside).
Unsurprisingly, no-one fancied swimming in the teeming river, nor was anyone particularly keen to step out of the cover of the jeep too much at all, so we cut short the mountain bit and headed for the coast to see if the weather was any better there – it wasn't much. But, we did get to see the famous Arahoho Blowholes, and pay a quick visit to a soaking wet Point Venue to see its lighthouse.
As we drove, our guide was telling us about the current political situation in French Polynesia. He felt that the territory's semi-autonomous status was doing it no favours, and that it should become a French Department (like Reunion, Mayotte and Martinique). He said that investors were holding off putting money into the territory because there was a danger that it might eventually become independent; while, the politicians within the semi-autonomous government had far too much leeway, and corruption had set in. It will be interesting to see where the future lies for French Polynesia.
Thankfully, it was time to get back to the ship to dry off and eat, before heading into Papeete to see what was happening. Papeete is hardly the most picturesque place in the Pacific – concrete buildings and traffic rather than beaches and palm trees; and, unfortunately, the rain had set in for the day, so it wasn't looking at its best. Plus, it's pretty dead on a Saturday afternoon, so after an unsuccessful attempt to find wifi and a brief look around the somnolent market, we gave in to the weather a returned back to the ship. Any thoughts of grabbing a snack in the market were swiftly scotched when we saw a snack bar serving up baguettes filled with either burger, chips and gravy, or with chinese chicken noodles. Fusion food is normally great, but this mixture of French and Chinese cuisines was not a winner!
Fortunately, our spirits were revived with a wonderful local show of Tahitian song and dance – the men did their knock-kneed dancing with enormous energy, while the hip-swaying and bottom-gyrating of the women was hypnotic. The weather may not have been on our side, but we saw enough of Tahiti and its people to know that this is a great place to visit.