We entered the
Atherton Tableland from Queensland’s
highest town, Ravenshoe. One evening we
slept in the town’s FREE rest stop. It
was well situated beside a meandering creek and seemed popular with other
travellers.
As with our previous
encounters with new geographical areas, we left the information centre with a
pile of brochures and the expression, one from Down Under calls, ‘a stunned
mullet.’ (I believe this rather curious expression is a humorous attempt on the
Aussie’s behalf referring to the moment one bludgeons a mullet (type of fish)
on the head, after catching it via a fishing rod).
I admit to being
deficient at many a subject pertaining to my country of birth (and of any common
practical value, being, as I am, a proud
English Literature graduate with Honors in imagination), and it is one of the
grand highlights of this North Eastern Australian tour, that I am enjoying a
fast and furious input of information. Actually, I’m feeling slightly dazed at
the amount of data being stored in my head.
Geographical
formations, mineral components, dairy cattle identification, industrial mining
laws, the friendly or ferocious finger differentiation, botanical names and
systems, cartography, exotic fruit tasting and the study of mild to dark roast
coffee beans and what it does to a cappuccino at different heights above sea
level.
I enjoyed staying
overnight at the Ravenshoe train station. I read a Private I novel on the
grassy platform, and ‘waited’ for a train that never came. But how great!! If
the train doesn’t arrive, what do you do? Yes my little possums, you read,
enjoy another coffee (albeit instant but with LOTS of cream to make up for the
lack). It was more than pleasant. I felt as though I was in a time warp.
Mungalli Creek Dairy
On an extended veranda
overlooking the lush hills of prime dairy farm country, we ate Cheese Cake –
Sicilian! they say. WOW. Albert and I ate half each, and we both felt about 4
kilos heaver afterwards. The cake is a monstrously rich taste sensation.
We were invited
to taste delicious cheeses (quark, havarti to name a couple) and different flavoured yogurts. We consumed dips
and toasted farm bread. Jett, with his
sensitive palate, opted for cheese fingers.
It was a highlight for our taste buds in our highlands tour.
This leads us to the
little known art of efficient brochure browsing.
Questions you
must answer before being fool enough to begin browsing.
- How much time do you have?
- How much do you want to spend?
- Do you want to eat there?
- Do you want laid back, or state of
the art?
- Do you want a whirl wind of fun, or a
more personal touch?
If you approach
the pile of brochures before knowing a little bit about what you like from
travelling, you will fall into the unfortunate facial figuration of ‘stunned
mullet’. Trust me, it ain’t pretty.
Mungalli Dairy’s
‘brochure’ was a sandy yellow, printed on rough 100% recycled paper, had a laid
back feel and promised delicious home made FREE tastings. Its exactly what we
got, and we were very happy with our choice. So when we pondered over what coffee
plantation to visit, we went for something that would suit us all. Not too
expensive, good coffee and no unnecessary frills.
Tichum Creek Coffee Farm
Mario was as
charming in real life as he seemed upon the brochure. There wasn’t any grand
tour by airplane, or cigarette puffing divas wrapped up in fur posed over a
coffee cup. It was Mario’s smiling brown eyes and the phrase ‘come and join me
for a coffee’. Simple pleasure s are
often the best.
Mario showed us a
coffee plant, and allowed us to take fruit from the tree. We were all surprised
by the sweetness of the fluid around the beans. I chewed mine afterwards for a
bit. It became bitter after a while, but the thought of all that natural caffeine
kept me chewing.
Then Mario showed
us photos of how the beans are harvested, dried and roasted. They have
wonderful roasters on display. They say that’s the key for the great flavour
they have in Tintum coffee.
The cake was of a
high calibre to go with the punch of the coffee.
I don’t know much
about coffee. Just what I like to drink, little bits and pieces I picked up without wanting and what Mario told us.
Coffee is an
amazing thing. I was reading a dense book, but with the overload of coffee,
coffee beans and chocolate covered coffee beans Mario presented to us as FREE
sample, my brain was moving too fast for me to do anything but be a little more
manic than usual and try to top Albert for ‘who can be the most annoying’. Unfortunately,
Jett also chewed the coffee beans and he topped the ‘most annoying’ with me
coming in a limping second.
A bit of Tiffany
prattle
Interlacing the
move from outback to sudden rainforest and dairy land, is the same story I learnt
up north. White people came, not so long ago, and viewed the land as a quick
buck. They tore up, dug up, cut down, and claimed what ever they could. They viewed, and many still view the land as
money. They view trees as money. They view the earth as money. They view
animals as money. They view people as money.
Its stamped all over the history of this country. (You can see the last old Red Cedar, and the
last of the Big figs.)
And a dark shadow
underlies the past with faint stories of an ancient culture viewing the land as
mother.
But!! No time for
lament.
We’re leaning
fast. With thanks from early conservationists, modern environmentalist such as
Tim Flannery and the government’s
support (even if they think it will increase the tourist buck, who cares as
long as its serving the needs of all concerned?), increased awareness of what
we have and lots of extras I’m not aware of, we are here. In the now. Ready to
create a new future.
We also saw the
powerful and always wow inspiring wind farms – if you want to know a bit more,
check out the website of the people responsible for the one on the Atherton
table top.