Queensland Roadtrip Part 7
This is not about a particular section of Far North Queensland; it’s about a small square footage which is situated in strategic places from small towns in the outback to cities. It’s about local people sharing local highlights. Who with vast amounts of enthusiasm will find out what you are interested in then will send you off in the right direction to learn more about what drives their passion.
These places are called Information Centres.
We frequented every single one of our last trip to Australia. On the odd occasion, there was a small tendency to misrepresent what was actually in some places. Though this was differently not the norm as what most sites advertised was really worth the time and effort to explore.
So, which ones stood out the most? For us, the experiences where we had the opportunity to have the most conversations with local folk.
Take, for example, our desire to “meet” a crocodile. Okay, not on the wishlist of most, it was on ours. We shared this information with one of those enthusiastic people at the Information centre who in turn told us about a chap and his relationship with a local “character” who lives not far from his house by the river which he shares with his wife. We never met his wife, though we did meet him and unfortunately not the crocodile.
What we received were a few good stories and a photograph.
The Gentleman and a resident Crocodile
This respect for a native reptile started way back when he was a young lad, around 18. He worked as a cane cutter in the local cane industry. This clearance was achieved by a very long stick and walking between the cane stalks. A dangerous job on many levels as you can imagine. The dust from the rat faeces was to put a stop to that line of work, and he then discovered another position within the sugar industry that was more suitable and healthier.
Over the last few years, this gentleman developed a fascination and respect for all wildlife and more so with one particular crocodile who has decided that a spot right by the house by the river would just suit him right down to those muddy waters.
One week, road workers were working right above the river’s edge. This croc soon learnt of their daily activities and would place himself right below where they were working. Was this lazy calculating reptile waiting for one worker to lose his grip on that piece of terra firma? Who knows?