This was the final leg of my journey back to Mount Isa, after leaving Mackay. I continued north up the Bruce Hwy, turning right 120km later at Proserpine and out another 40km to Airlie Beach, where I’ve been many times before. It is full of backpackers but blessed by astonishing natural beauty. I checked into my digs a couple of kilometres out and took a lovely walk along the foreshore to the main drag with plenty of big boats to admire.
This was one of two marinas along the way and I needed to return here in the morning to catch my boat out to the reef on the Whitsundays.
This is the main beach in town and was looking empty in November.
Like everywhere along the northern Queensland coast it is infested with marine stingers in the summer months. Big ones like the box jellyfish and particularly nasty ones, Irukandji jellyfish – the size of a fingernail but the smallest and most venomous box jellyfish in the world—and one of the most venomous creatures on Earth. I settled for the swimming pool beside the beach.
After a (safe) swim, and a beer and food at the Surf Club (not much of a surf but a nice club with a lovely view over the water), I traipsed back home as the sun continued its slow march westwards.
In the morning it was back to the Marina to board the Southern Cross sailing boat. It was an old boat, though not just any old boat. Built by Alan Bond in his glory days, it competed for Australia in the 1974 America’s Cup and was the first aluminium yacht to compete in the America’s Cup. It even has its own Wikipedia page. We were welcomed aboard by Kiwi skipper Pete.
Our destination was the Whitsunday islands through Pioneer Bay with the Molle Islands to the south and Whitsunday Island itself the large island in the distance.
It was a relaxed cruise as Pete’s second-in-command Conor (seen here, bearded) said. Apparently they weren’t supposed to sail and only opened it up for bookings the day before so instead of 24 passengers there were just 12. Conor said that for them it felt like a day off. The other passengers were mostly Germans.
Because it was a proper sailing boat, we did some proper sailing. That meant plenty of spray and surging forward on an angle so we had to clamber to the top of the boat to avoid ending up in the drink.
After about an hour’s sailing we made it into the Whitsunday Passage, named by Cook on his 1770 voyage for the time of year he came through here. The Passage separates the two largest islands in the group, Hook Island (left) from Whitsunday Island (right).
This resort on Hook island has been closed after suffering cyclone damage. Apparently 12 of the 24 Great Barrier Reef resorts have been closed down either from cyclone damage or the tourist downturn since the GFC. According to Conor it was also a handy port in a storm for sailors in the region.
We sailed down the ocean side of Whitsunday Island and parked off Tongue Bay and took the dinghy into the beach on the northern side of Tongue Point.
It was a short walk up to the Hill Inlet lookout over the famous Whitehaven Beach. Renowned for its white sand and turquoise, blue and green water, it’s no surprise it has often been named as Australia best beach, looking out over Whitsunday National Park.
We went down the other side to explore Whitehaven Beach and frolic in the water. The stingers can be an issue here too (though not as bad as the mainland) but tour operators provide a full body wetsuit which I clambered into after considerable wriggling. But it was worth it to enjoy the beautiful water. Afterwards we had lunch on the boat and found a snorkeling spot on the north side of the island. The coral was in good nick and we saw plenty of wonderful sea creatures, before sailing back to port.
The following morning I drove north. After an hour, I stopped at Bowen for a coffee near the shore at 360 on Flagstaff Cafe. True to the name this cafe had 360 degree views. This view is south to the marina and the township of Bowen.
This was the view out to the ocean with Hook Island straight ahead, and the Whitsunday passage I’d sailed through the day before.
This was the view north towards Edgecumbe Heights Recreation Reserve. There are plenty of bushwalks around here and I’d like to come back and explore Bowen a bit more.
For now it was back in the car to continue the odyssey north. I stopped at Inkerman lookout south of Home Hill. This view north shows the mouth of the Burdekin River.
I spent my final night at Townsville. After booking in at a hotel, I drove 10km north of town to Cape Pallarenda. The protected conservation park by the beach hosted a military hospital in the Second World War, receiving casualties from the New Guinea campaign.
Magnetic Island gleams in the short distance across Cleveland Bay. The water looked tempting but stingers and the absence of a full wet suit kept me out. There were a few Indigenous kids in the water, but I wasn’t game.
Cape Pallarenda has a few ruined bomb shelters and gun positions. The Japanese bombed Townsville in March and July 1942. Townsville was a garrison town home to 50,000 US and Australian troops and a launchpad for the Coral Sea campaign. This gun position reminds me of the original Star Trek Enterprise. For me it was time to boldly go home after a lovely week on the road.