On our way to Airlie

Although we are just coming back from an amazing sailing trip on the Whitsundays Islands, I will not yet write about it on this post. This is because we have delayed things a wee bit, so I need to go back in time, only a few days. I want to write about the beautiful journey we experienced to arrive here.

We left Gordonvale that morning, in Far North Queensland. We drove for a whole long day and in the evening, we finally made it to North Queensland!

The landscapes this journey allowed us to witness were unforgettable. We drove by endless sugar cane fields with their feathery flowers swirling with the breeze and banana plantations with each bunch of bananas wrapped up in colourful plastic.

Sometimes, we would be lucky enough to drive along the railway track, and a train, filled with cut sugar canes would pass in front of us, to disappear in the depth of the fields again. Some towns we crossed were dominated by a imposing, worn-out, corrugated-ironed sugar mills, spitting white smoke through its high chimney, which would mingle with the few clouds the blue sky scattered that day.

The scenery was very typical of North (and indeed Far North) Queensland. Nowhere else in Australia had we seen this type of landscape. To me, it beat the dusty, endless road through the red, deserted Centre, or the winding roads through the lush, green jungle of the North, which were of course, also amazing.

But I think what made this journey so special was the names of some of the places we had to go through... check for yourself.

My favourite one, which we didn’t get a chance to take a picture of, was ‘Murdering Point Creek’.