Friday, July 27, 2012

Cairns, Australia: Snorkeling the Great Barrier Reef

Cairns is tropical. In other words, Cairns is north of the Tropic of Capricorn, which at 23° 26′ 16″ south of the Equator, marks the southern limit of the tropics. All this means is that, at least once each year, the sun in Cairns is directly overhead.

It does not mean Cairns stays warm through the winter.
Don't let it fool you!
We found this out the hard way in a quest to fulfill another of our lifelong dreams. As I may have mentioned before, Nana and I like swimming and love aquariums. This has translated into a growing fondness for snorkeling, which is basically like swimming in an aquarium. And what better place to snorkel than the granddaddy of them all, the Great Barrier Reef? Yeah, the only time we had to head Down Under was in the middle of the Aussie winter, but Cairns is tropical, right? Surely it can't be that cold if they have all that coral?

The thing is, Cairns usually isn't - the average high in June is about 79 F (26 C). But on June 19, our day on the reef, the high temperature barely kissed 77 F, spending most of the day around 68 F. Throw in some very blustery wind, and you have a pretty cold day for a swim!
Wetsuits - not as warm as they look. And they don't look particularly warm .
Nevertheless, we still had a great day out on the reef. The good fortune started even before we boarded the boat, when we decided to rent an underwater camera for the day. We'd packed super light, so we had nothing to offer for collateral - no ID, no credit card, not even much cash. But apparently we looked trustworthy enough to forgo the regular protocol.

Now, the Great Barrier Reef isn't one reef: it's actually a huge system of thousands of smaller reefs, of which our snorkeling site was just one. Most of these reefs, ours included, consist of a coral wall facing the open water, defined on each side by a channel of deeper water, with a shallow lagoon directly behind the coral wall. 

At each of the major reef sites, the operating tour company builds a platform anchored to one of the channels at the edge of the lagoon. This serves as the base of operations for a variety of activities: snorkeling, diving, semi-submersibles and glass-bottomed boats, and such.
Entering the lagoon.

Looking back at the platform from the middle of the lagoon.
We spent most of the morning in the lagoon itself, swimming around and playing with the underwater camera. 

You'll notice that sometimes the composition is a bit . . . off. That's because the surf was pretty heavy for our day at the reef: even though we were well behind the breakers in the shelter of the lagoon, the seas were still rising and falling about a foot every few seconds, making it really tough to steady your shot.


This is immediately before Nana rammed face-first into the camera.
On the whole, the lagoon itself was somewhat less impressive than the snorkeling we'd done in the Philippines and in Okinawa. The water was rougher and a bit cloudier, and the coral was still showing some signs of damage from a relatively recent tropical storm.

But the fish and other animals were something else entirely. Simply put, there were tons of fish, many of which were much larger than anything we'd gone swimming with before.

For example: Nana caught a brief glimpse of a white-tip reef shark at the edge of the lagoon. (Alas, no photo to confirm.) We also spotted some huge sea turtles on our semi-submersible ride through the channel.
Not a photo-friendly ride, unfortunately.

We also both got to pet Wally, a friendly and fearless humphead wrasse.
This shot is from the tour company's official 
At one point, I found myself in the middle of a daily feeding - hundreds of big predatory fish swooping in and out of the water. Nana was able to film it from above. (Warning: the first clip begins with a long shot of me looking very stupid trying to float in place.)

But the real adventure began after lunch, when we took a little launch boat out to the face of the reef for a guided "snorkeling safari" along the outer reef wall.

This was just incredibly cool. The swimming was sweet - bobbing up and down in the rollers on the edge of the open sea. The reef wall just seemed to plunge down forever into the darkness. It felt like hovering or flying (though I think the vertigo got to Nana a bit).



These divers passed by directly below us.



And the fish were awesome. Huge schools of larger pelagic fish, too many to name, including a couple big rock cods stalking their prey. Flashes of red and gold and gray and white rippling in the surge. Nana had the camera and snapped a few great shots of the fish.
Not pictured: our valiant camerawoman getting motion sick and hypothermic in the chilly surf.

Also not pictured: me turning around every ten seconds to make sure Nana wasn't drifting out to sea.

It's a bit blurry, but that's a huge rock cod a long way down through the water.
(In the US, we call similar fishes "groupers.")
As a bonus, we were swimming with a real live marine biologist, who was able to answer our shouted questions over the waves. For instance, here's a kind of brain coral gradually being colonized and taken over by a different species.
 And the bright orange dot in this photo is apparently a very rare and special type of coral, whose name I've completely forgotten.
Swimming and marine life and scientists and more swimming and the freaking ocean? I was pretty much in heaven. Well worth the price of shivering violently the whole way back to the platform. I don't carry quite as much insulation as I used to.

Plus, we got to cap the day of with . . . another boat ride!

We were nowhere near toasty warm in that garb.
Here we are, returning the camera safe and sound.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Wednesday Weirdness: Humpy Nut World & Mareeba Coffee Works

On the Kennedy Highway just north of Tolga, in the heart of the Atherton Tableland, lies a mystical mecca of local produce and seasoned peanuts known as Humpy Nut World (or, The Humpy and Nut World). Enticed by the enigmatic label on our local tourism map, we sallied forth into the Queensland cattle country in an effort to discover the riches associated in local legend with the sacred name.
Turns out those riches come mostly in the form of a hot nut bar - local nuts, seasoned and served up in a paper bag. Nana enjoyed the chili lime peanuts.

Perhaps a little too much.
But Humpy Nut World is far from the only tasty roadside attraction in the sprawling and empty Atherton Tableland. The Mareeba Coffee Works is a huge tin-roofed agricultural warehouse that's been remade into a giant coffee bar, chocolate shop, and handicraft store. Think Cracker Barrel meets Starbucks meets Ten Thousand Villages, only moreso. (And crunchier.)

Turns out, they grow coffee in Queensland. It's really good, there just isn't enough of it to make much of an impact on the international market.

In any case - Coffee Works gave me the perfect excuse to indulge in another flat white. I certainly enjoyed it.
Perhaps a little too much.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Things you learn when home with your family

Dialogue over breakfast. Nephew is fussy, if by "fussy" you mean "in the throes of colic hell."

Mom: You know, I always judged your great-grandmother for giving your grandfather paregoric as a child, but now I am more sympathetic. She had four children under five, and your grandfather was so active.
Justin: What's paregoric?
Mom: Oh, tincture of opium. This was before the Harrison Act. You could buy those things without a prescription in those days.
Sister: But it was addictive, right?
Mom: Yes, but we don't really have addictive personalities in this family. Your great-grandparents had a bottle about this big [holds up hands approximately a foot apart] of brandy before Prohibition started, and they had about this much left in it [indicates 2 inches] at the end of Prohibition. [Note: Prohibition was 14 years long. Then, thoughtfully:] But then, there was my great-uncle Sam. He died in an opium den.
[imagine "screeching halt" sound effect.]
Us: Wait, what?
Mom: Yes.
Me: Was he using the opium? Or did he just, you know, fall down the stairs?
Mom: Well, I suppose we don't really know.
Sister: He just went in and didn't come back out?
Mom: He came back out, all right. But it was feet-first.
Me: Was this opium den ... American?
Mom: Oh, yes. In Cleveland.

Three footnotes is about standard for breakfast at my house.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Patara Elephant Farm, Chiang Mai, Thailand: The care and feeding of elephants

About two and a half months ago, Justin and I went to Patara Elephant Farm. I know that's a long time ago, and I'm sorry about how confusing it this makes it to read our blogs. The reason it's taken so long to write about riding elephants is that riding elephants is colossally hard to describe. I mean, how do you explain how it feels to have your hand gummed by an elephant devouring chunks of banana? Or to sit ten feet off the ground, bareback, while six thousand pounds of endangered animal bears you up a mountain? Or to swim on aforementioned mountain with aforementioned animal, under a freaking waterfall, reaching such familiarity with a baby elephant that when it bumps around too close during swimming, you just laugh and shove it out of the way?

There's only one word I can think of for it: magic.

When I say this, you can take me seriously, because I'm not an elephant person. I had two main reasons for setting up this day riding elephants in Thailand: first, my uncle Drew loves elephants, and we were out flying the flag for the family; and second, I figured I had to try it once.

Well, I'm a convert. (Did you notice?) If I lived in Chiang Mai, I'd bankrupt myself scheduling elephant rides. It would be my class's annual field trip and my personal weekend hobby. Going to Chiang Mai without going to Patara would be like going to Orlando and missing Disney, going to Arizona and missing the Grand Canyon, and going to Paris and missing the Eiffel Tower - all on the same trip.

Please note, by the way, that Patara is different from other elephant experiences in Chiang Mai. There are places where elephants are chained or poked with hooks or taught to play soccer or forcibly bred (apparently at Patara, when elephants seem interested in each other, they are allowed to wander up into the mountains for a "honeymoon;" what they do there is up to them). I saw no evidence of unhappy or unhealthy elephants at Patara, and although I strongly recommend Patara to visitors, I can't speak to any other locations. If you are going to Chiang Mai, please choose carefully. I picked Patara after reading the experiences of my coworkers. Patara is the most expensive elephant excursion in Chiang Mai, but I think there's good reason for that, and it's completely worth it.

Our day started when the air-conditioned van picked us up at our hotel. When we arrived at Patara, there were two female elephants and two babies waiting to greet us.
Four elephants, approximately eighteen visitors, and zero fences. We could go right up to the elephants, and they could come right up to us. Which they did, as soon as the staff gave us bananas and sugar cane. Let me tell you, up close, those things are huge: ten feet at the shoulder, and depending on the elephant, weighing as much as two to four Volkswagen Beetles.

Honestly, I could have gone home then and not felt like it was a wasted day. This was the theme for the day - every time we did something, I thought it was so cool that I could go home happy, and then Patara would top it with something even cooler.

Pictured: A satisfied customer. And the day has just begun!
Elephants have amazing personalities. There are greedy ones, and mellow ones, and crotchety ones, and every other adjective you can name. The little ones were hilariously bratty, I even got partially stepped on on my ankle (Best. Bruise. Ever!).
But Mommmmm! All the other kids get to eat sugar cane and stay up late!
Interestingly, if you see a young elephant with an adult, they're not necessarily related. Female adult elephants form groups to care jointly for the children. The owner of Patara told a story about a wonderful symmetrical photograph of the two Patara juveniles nursing from their mothers, except the kids were with the opposite parent.

Next, we listened to a brief introduction to elephants from the owners (did you know pregnancies typically last 18-24 months???). The staff kitted us out in traditional elephant-riding ponchos and passed out baskets of food, with which to buy our way into the favors of our assigned elephants.

The Patara program is called "Elephant owner for a day." Justin's was an older female named Mei Kham Souk, and mine was a younger female (30-something) named Ma Ree, or maybe Ma Ri, or maybe just Marie. Being "owner" for a day means you don't just show up and ride; you have to do the caretaking work which mahouts (elephant trainers) have to do to keep the elephants healthy. Each Patara elephant has a permanent trainer (all males), and on the days when the elephant isn't working with tourists, the trainers are responsible for the entire routine: health check, feeding, bathing, exercising, etc. It's hard work and they have to be on call 24/7 for any emergencies. Based on the conditions of the Patara elephants, they are very good at it.

Elephant 101

How do you know an elephant is healthy? I don't know if I'm remembering all the signs, but we definitely checked for:

1) Grass flattened in a particular pattern, indicating a good night's sleep.
2) "Happy" ear movement, to indicate a relaxed elephant. Unhappy elephants are not ridden.
3) Healthy feet, evidenced by toenail sweat. Yes, the only place an elephant sweats is above the toenails!
4) General good health and good diet, evidenced by dung. Good dung is fibrous and does not contain large chunks of leaf. It also smells like fresh grass.

A piquant bouquet?
Verdict: Grassy!
It also produces liquid when squeezed.

Even the trainer suspects he's just pranking us.

Worth pointing out that Patara was an incredible day, but not for the squeamish. If you can't handle squeezing the elephant poop at this point in the day, you'll be really unhappy swimming with it later.

A healthy regular elephant produces a certain number of dung balls overnight. I can't remember exactly how many - six to eight, maybe?- but they told a story about how one morning they counted and an elephant had produced 11. They discovered later that she'd wandered away from Patara the night before and eaten a farmer's entire banana tree, which the farm had to pay to replace.

After checking your elephant, you get to know each other a bit through feeding. The command "Bom!" is meant to get your elephant to open its mouth.

Justin feeds Mei Kham Souk:

I feed Ma Ree:
Then you have to clean your elephant. Elephants throw dirt on their back to act as sunscreen, and also as protection from flies. To keep their skin in good condition, you have to clean it off. The dust can actually form hard cakes, like what you see on a dried mud puddle, so in order to loosen it, you whack at it with a bundle of plant, interspersed with bristly brushing.

My elephant, Ma Ree, had a pretty mellow personality. She  was clearly unimpressed by my strength, and her trainer kept telling me to swat harder. I suppose from the elephant's point of view, it feels a bit like when you dust off your shoulders? You can tell from this video that she was neither uncomfortable nor annoyed by the process, and actually seems to be telling me which spot to work on next:

Next, you took the elephant to the river and got to work with the scrubby brush. You need to focus on the face - the trunk, which you brush up-and-down, the ears, which you brush across, and the face, which you brush along the wrinkles. You do the sides and legs, too, checking all the while for skin lesions or cuts

I told you Ma Ree was mellow.

You can see my trainer using basket with a strange set of handles - a giant X - to scoop and fling water over the elephant to wash away the dirt I've loosened. You don't use the bucket as a bail, or it gets too heavy and you get too tired. Just skim the top of the water and let the splash flow over the elephant.

To my surprise, underneath all that, the elephants are actually a cheery pink. You can tell how strongly someone scrubbed their elephants by how much pink you see. The flaps of the ears and the nose get pinkest.


A brief break followed, then we learned how to board and ride. (See my earlier blog post for that tutorial). And we were off!
How do you sit on an elephant? At Patara, you sit bareback (and barefoot) on the elephant's neck, not in a box on the spine, which I've heard is not healthy for the elephants. I've ridden horses, and there is some similarity there, especially in the rocking motion. But an elephant is definitely not a horse. You sit bunched up behind the elephant's ears in a crouch position which takes a LOT of getting used to.

Justin hurt his knee skiing years ago and had some issues with the position. I'm pretty flexible, but I felt the pinch on the backs of my thighs, and my feet were going to sleep on and off.

Cool pose, or desperate attempt to prevent varicose veins? Hint: B.
To tell the elephant to go forward, you tap lightly behind the ears with the flats of your feet, unless your elephant is mine, Ma Ree. I called her mellow before, but she's also amusingly... efficient. Or lazy, if you prefer. Ma Ree clearly knew the other elephants and the process well enough to know that there would be bottlenecks and moments of slowing down, and she had no intention of walking quickly to catch up only to have to stand around later. Once I figured out what she was doing, I respected her greatly, as this is exactly the same attitude I take regarding braking on my way to a red light. She proved herself the expert, and subsequently I let her drive.

Compared with horses, elephants are indifferent to terrain, plodding with identical equanimity over plains and mountains and rivers and rocks. Their pace is stately and inevitable, and you relax into it, like you're in a rocking chair situated on the calm, bristly edge of a glacier. Maybe elephant riding is best considered a cross between riding a horse and sailing a ship. When you sail, you can't control the wind or the water, so you have to find a way to make the wind and the water work for you. Ma Ree wasn't going to change her gait to suit me, so I had to relax into her, sitting forward on her neck to ease the uphills and leaning back to balance on the downslopes, or loosening my hips so I could rock in time to her steps and not feel stiff and jolty.

Justin's Mei Kham Souk is the last elephant in this video. Look for his white hat.

 Justin and I are the last two riders in this video. Again, watch for my floppy sun hat and his white hat.

There was a brief break to lead the elephants along a paved road (not that I was really leading Ma Ree). This gave us greenhorns a chance to unkink our knees and hips. It also gave Ma Ree a chance to engage in what seemed to be her favorite hobby - whacking me in the head with her ear.

On the ride back, I noticed that the flies bite elephant ears so hard they draw blood. This is probably because it's the thinnest skin on the elephant. So Ma Ree was actually trying to defend herself, and also probably to cool off. Since I clearly didn't need to focus on giving her directions, I tried to keep flies off her head and ear myself. I like to think she noticed.

Then came the waterfall. And I just can't actually fit that into this post, which is growing absurdly long. So tune in next time for Part III, Swimming with Elephants!