I am always amazed at how much one can pack into a small amount of time, especially as I can while away the hours doing next to nothing, especially if the TV is on. Saturday is Anne’s relaxing day when she is in Brisbane and Anne wanted to see the “little doors” near South Bank. “Little Doors” you ask, so did I. It seems that the little people have been moving to Brisbane and setting up home, or front doors at least. We head for Fish Lane and lo and behold there they are. Only three so far but I am sure more will move in to this vibrant location. While looking at the first door, not easy to find, we explained to a passerby what they were. When we ran into him later and told him about the location of the second door he had to go and view it. I hope we have not created an addict!
No we did not disturb the occupantsLocated just minutes from the city centreClassy columns frame this doorDo you need a smaller record or CD player?
I would love to have seen inside but it would be rude to knock on a complete stranger’s front door just to sticky beak.
West End has many fine eateries that we have tried over the decades and we settled on “Chu the Phat” on Melbourne Street. We enjoyed a couple of fine dishes which if I thought I would have photographed before devouring – oh well, next time.
A short walk from the restaurant and we are at the Queensland Art Galley of Modern Art (QAGOMA). Anne wanted to check why her membership renewal had not been processed before a walk along the riverside. Anne had been planning to see the Iris van Herpen exhibition called “Sculpting the Senses” which had been developed and shown in Paris by the Musée des Arts Décoratifs. No time like the present and although not my idea of an afternoon’s entertainment. However as Anne says “when was the last time you did something for the first time?”
Iris Van Herpen is a fashion designer originally from the Netherlands who is credited with being the first fashion designer to create a garment using the 3D printing process.
People who have worn Iris Van Herpen’s creations include Lady Gaga,, Tilda Swinton, Björk, Rihanna and Beyoncé.
I will let the photos showcase her talent but apart from being amazed at what Iris Van Herpen has created, I am in awe of the brain that has taken natural geometric patterns as an inspiration and used 3D printing to produce art. My mid 20th century brain could only take this in small doses and having no fashion/art/design background, I am sure I am missing so much and my words do not do her creativity justice. The exhibition is open until the 7th of October 2024.
Along the Brisbane river to the French enclave #ALLEZAUS that has been setup for the Olympics viewing at night with its own Eiffel Tower, abeit a little shorter. I gather it took 600 hours to build and will probably been seen again, or will it stay like the original? French food and snacks abound but as a Coeliac I must pass, although really I am full from lunch.
Anne feels at home here
A small slice of Brisbane in an afternoon, there is always something new.
Recently, the chief, head lawman and medicine man of the community of Mulga Bore who ”adopted” me 21 years ago and gave me a “skin name” and therefore a whole new family through the Anmatyere Aboriginal kin family structure, passed away aged 89. Mr Bird was my son in law. (For cultural reasons his first name may never be used again). One of his daughters, my skin sister Rosie, immediately called me to let me know of his passing.
Mr Bird
I flew to Alice Springs as soon as I could to pay my respects. Part of “sorry business”, grieving, involves cutting one’s hair as a symbolic act of mourning and paying respect to the deceased. The younger generation now just cut some of their hair only. It is part of letting go. They get rid of all their possessions too – pass them on to another family, which they might not normally mix with for cultural/tribal reasons, to make peace. So I got my head shaved by another of Mr Bird’s daughters. My hair was collected and placed in a bag for Mavis, Mr Bird’s wife, so that whenever she feels sad, she can see my hair and know that I grieve with her. That evening we ate barbecued kangaroo tail and baked potatoes – thank goodness for the potatoes😂.
Being shaved by Karen
With Mavis
Time for kangaroo tail with the family
Grateful for the potatoes!
My wonderful Bird family
With my sister Rosie
Here are a few photos of my week end. 4 weeks later, I went to Mulga Bore for the actual funeral and I was told I was allowed to wear Mr Bird’s sacred purple colour like his daughters for the funeral, because the family always treated me as family, ever since they gave me a skin name and family back in 2003. Mr Bird was a highly respected elder, a lawman, a strong family man who wanted his family and community to thrive. He taught me so much, slowly slowly, as he felt I was ready to learn more. I will always remember my time with him and his family with fondness and gratitude. We could spend hours communicating in silence. Or laughter. Like the day I was sitting on the porch with the whole family when a white ute (pickup truck) comes up and stops a little way away from the house. The whitefellow stays in his ute – respectfully waiting for me to come up to him. I know he’s after me. I tell my family I need to go over as I am sure this whitefellow wants to see my permit. I am supposed to request a permit to be travelling on this Aboriginal land. I gave up trying ages ago after calling the land council responsible for such permits and leaving endless messages. The family all tell me I don’t need a permit but I explain I’d better go over and speak to him. As I walk towards the car, that’s when Mr Bird shouts out “she’s my mother-in-law” and the rest of the family follow suit, “she’s my mother”, “she’s my sister”, “she’s my aunty”. The poor whitefella was speechless for a while. He did tell me I should make sure I get a permit next time.
With Mr Bird
After picking up a 4×4 from Alice Airport, I do a big shop for the family for dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow and finally head out to Mulga Bore. The radio works for a short while and learn of the CrowdStrike software bug that took down global IT infrastructure world wide and that had affected thousand of businesses and flights this afternoon. I am lucky to have escaped any delay. The shopping took a little longer than I expected and I am now heading at a time I usually avoid driving due to kangaroos on the road. Again, the universe is on my side and I get to Mulga Bore without incident as the sun is setting. I am greeted by the most glorious sunset and the most gut wrenching wailing of Mavis and family. I sit with Mavis, both embracing each other for a while, sobbing. For a long long while. I eventually leave and join the rest of the family at the shed Mr Bird had spent a huge effort getting a grant to build for his community. This is where tonight’s bbq, singing and dancing is being held, and the funeral service tomorrow morning. Two contrasting gatherings. It will turn out to be a memorable couple of days.
I slept in my hire car for the night under a full moon and clear sky – a stunning but freezing winter’s night.
Sun setting on Mulga Bore
Sun setting on Mulga Bore
Sun setting on Mulga Bore
Mr Bird’s shed
Music and song the night before the funeral
Slide show in the shed
Poor Mavis never stopped wailing. We all stood in the shed for hours. Eventually, Mr Bird’s coffin is carried out and loaded onto a ute which took him to his final resting place, a sacred site only men are allowed to go to. An old school teacher, a white fellow, was invited to join them. He kindly sent me photos of Mr Bird making sure I could not determine where the location is.
Waiting for the coffin to be taken away
Waiting for the coffin
Mr Bird leaving on his final journey to his sacred place
Mr Bird will be missed and I will forever be grateful to him, his family and my man Kenny whom I visited a few times on these recent trips. Sending Kenny my love and thoughts as he battles health issues – I am sorry I cannot visit right now but you too are forever in my thoughts and heart.
With Kenny in 2022
With Kenny in 2024
Central desert flowers
Central desert flowers
Central desert flowers
Bye bye Mulga Bore
Thank you Rosie for staying in touch. Love you always.
– Anne
When I went to France and first met Anne in 1974 I first heard of an English band called “Tanyazafteeer” as I spent time explaining “English Band Lyrics” to her friends next door where I was staying. It seems an appropriate title for this blog entry as it now ten years since two very inexperienced motorcycle travellers set off from the UK with an idea to ride across Europe and Asia back to Australia. I recall being in the Eurotunnel shuttle on day one surrounded by leather clad sportsbike riders heading for a MotoGP event in Germany. We did not even mention our plans which would have probably seemed ludicrous given the shiny new bikes and mountains of kit loaded on board. We did not even update our travel map on the blog until we had left Poland as it would have been, in our view, just an insignificant blip on the world map.
Day 1 – all our kit loaded and ready to depart
So here we still are a decade later, which seems to be time to reflect on the last 10 years. I certainly did not expect the blog still to be running after all this time. When we headed off to travel down Africa overland with our backpacks in 1982 on our first aborted RTW trip, we had no thought that one day we would circumnavigate the world on motorcycles, twice!
We started a hand-written diary, no ipads then, back in 1982 on our first long term trip down Africa,. The scribing lasted about a month and confirmed on re-reading 40 years later that I had no literary skills which would have cemented my teachers’ assessment when I left school. I am glad we persevered this time otherwise we would not have this record to supplement our memories.
Naive explorers departing for Africa 30 September 1982
Our timing in 2014 was impeccable. Russia, Iran and Burma/Myanmar would all be closed to us today. Even our crossing of Columbia was during a two week ceasefire between the Government and FARC in 2015 was fortuitous. Each of those countries was not only a key link to our overland route but enabled us to meet the local people and form our own views about both the country and the people.
Outside Baikanur, they each wanted our photo so Anne took one too – the one 2nd from the left gave us a whole watermelon which we couldn’t refuse!!!Our Uzbek friends after our amazing lunch stop in Uchqorghan – Abduvohid on my right and Mohamid on my leftThis girl came over and offered me some chips/crisps as we stopped for refreshments in IranNung, the brilliant mechanic, loves selfies!Selfie!! With Ian and Stephanie in Lima PeruLaziza, Jamkur and Aziza in SamerkandUnn, Jørgin, Rannvá and Rani in the FaroesWith Kristján and Asdis in IcelandMichael, Nuch and us in an Orchid Garden Thailand
It is somewhat surprising, given the use we put it to, is that the majority of our our motorcycle equipment is still in use today. There is however a caveat, after 10 years of use, most is worn out, leaky or works intermittently. Any major motorcycle trip, or minor one for that matter, will need to see all clothing, boots, intercom and other key items replaced. We have wrung the maximum out of the products and would likely source products from the same companies again given the sterling service they have provided.
When looking back over the last 10 years, two RTW motorcycle trips, 4WD in Southern Africa, motorcycle trips to Iceland, Ireland, the UK, Spain and France plus an enforced COVID break have kept us busy and I would not change anything. We saw amazing sights, had fantastic experiences, created lasting memories and made new friends around the world. For us it comes back to people.
Connections with people is what we remember first and cherish.
What will the next 10 years hold for us? We shall see……..
The sun rises on another birthday for Anne, blue sky and sunshine as ordered. As often happens, we are on the road again which precludes me from buying and bringing presents. No room in the motorcycle saddle bags, oh I forgot we have suitcases. Well there is always next year. This will be a first for Anne as her birthday will be spent in two countries, Estonia first, then Finland. Does that count as a present?Anne wanted to see the oldest Pharmacy in Tallinn in Town Hall Square, so a short tram ride to town sees us at the doors at opening time. First recorded mention is in 1422 making it the oldest in Europe, operating continuously at the same location for over 600 years! The pharmacy is now both a working pharmacy and museum although I suspect most customers are here for the history. The Burchart family ran the business at one time for 10 generations. Very impressive and the reason the owners’ children never attend a career day at school.
Museum in the oldest operating pharmacy in Europe.
Another smooth ride across the Baltic Sea and we are back in Helsinki and off to the Hilton Helsinki Kalastajaatorppa hotel for something little different, called the IGLUX Experience. In addition to the normal hotel room, we get a waterfront igloo. Well, not quite made of blocks of ice, our igloo shaped room with glass ceiling is made of something a little stronger, and hopefully warmer.
Our “igloo” on the far right overlooking Laajalahti Bay
Entering the IGLUX reminds me of the Apollo space capsules, the door is at an angle and opens more like a hatch. Note to Elon Musk as he prepares the next Starship launch that the 2slowspeeds are still up for a little off world travel when we can no longer ride. Please keep us in mind Elon. We settle into our own little igloo world looking out over a bay off the Baltic Sea.
Our evening is spent drinking champagne to celebrate Anne’s birthday and watch the slowly setting sun through the roof of the igloo. All nice and cosy as the temperature drops outside. I think we are the only occupants in the six igloos so we have the place to ourselves. Birds come and go, oblivious to our presence thanks to the one way glass. One way as long as you leave the lights off!
Anne enjoying a birthday champagne in our “igloo”, HelsinkiRelaxing in our “igloo” and watching the sun setBirthday sunset from our “igloo” over Laajalahti Bay
Our last day in Helsinki sees the morning taken up with an oceanside walk around Laajalahti bay, a stop for coffee and cake in an old house, then we get the latest hotel checkout ever: 8pm. Perfect timing for the departure of our flight to Singapore and then home. A chance to visit the centre of Helsinki and visit the impressive Central Station which is a convenient tram ride from our hotel at the end of the 4 tram line at Saunalahdentie.
This is as heavy as it looks. Finnish exercise machines.Gorgeous forest walk along the bay’s edge
Helsinki Central Station building was inaugurated in 1919 but its tracks date back to the 1860s when emperor Alexander II of Russia proposed an improvement program for Finland, connecting the inland country with the marine harbours. Part of the cavernous entrance has been converted into restaurant and we take an early dinner
Helsinki station Lantern Bearer statues by Emil WikströmCafe inside the Helsinki train station served great food
A pleasant tram ride back to the hotel, relax until our 8pm checkout and while still light, make our way to the Airport. There are only a couple of international departures around midnight and pretty much everything is closed. With the quiet, we fortuitously walk through a 77 metre long multimedia installation showing the best of Finnish scenery which we might have missed if the place had been busy. A haven of peace in what is normally a hectic space.
Sights and sounds in Helsinki Airport.What a great idea inside Helsinki Airport
After an emotional couple of weeks in Europe, we have enjoyed the relaxation for a few days here in Helsinki and Tallinn. Both are worth a visit and only a couple of hours apart by high quality ferries. Now let’s get Anne back to work in Cairns.
The weather is perfect, blue skies, calm seas. We are on the ferry from Helsinki to Tallinn. A short two hour crossing will see us in Estonia, the first time we have visited that country. We came close to Estonia in 2014 when we rode through Latvia en route to Russia. The route out of the harbour takes us past many low rocky outposts. Not somewhere to run aground – much less forgiving than the sands of Morton Bay where we live.
With both Finland and Estonia being in the EU, no border controls mean that you just walk off the ship, via a very long walkway and straight to the taxi line. Most people on the ferry have little or no luggage – we must really look like those tourists dragging the kitchen sink around with them. “Do not travel like them” they tell their children.
As we drive to our hotel, Anne says some of the architecture reminds her of St Petersburg, which I guess with the long history of Russian influence is not surprising. Russia had control of Estonia from the early 1700’s till the Russian revolution of 1917. Independence only lasted until 1939 following the signing of the German-Soviet Non-aggression Pact. Estonia has been independent again from the Soviet Union since 1991 and an EU member since 2004 which is celebrated by posters we see in the city. I also notice leaves on the trees in the park opposite the hotel which were not as evident in Helsinki. Seems just a short ferry ride can see a marked change in the advancement of Spring.
Spring is in the air, Tallinn
After a nice gluten free meal with wine specially organised in the Executive lounge at our Hilton hotel, we wait for the sunset over the view towards the old city, but no, it’s only 7pm with two hours and a half hours to sunset! A walk to the old city walls and our first exploration of the city beckons, so off we go. I do enjoy the long summer evenings, not something Queensland can offer.
Anthony’s executive lounge special meal
Our hotel is hosting a global Wikipedia Technical Conference. I have been wondering how far database indexing has come since I worked in the industry some 30 years ago. You can type just about anything into a search engine and it can be found. I did not ask, oh well probably just use the internet to get the answer or ask AI. A few fun facts: in 2012, Tallinn had the highest number of startup companies per person among all capitals and larger cities in Europe. Tallinn is the birthplace of many international high-technology companies, including Skype and Wise. The city is home to the headquarters of the European Union’s IT agency, and to the NATO Cyber Defence Centre of Excellence. world, and in 2022, Tallinn was listed among the top-10 “medium-sized European cities of the future”.
The weather is perfect, clear blue skies, crisp temperature but not as cold as it was last week when they got snow.
Lots of modern buildings outside Tallinn’s old town. Not sure about walking underneath!
As we walk towards the city centre, we soon notice a lot of Russian spoken by older people. According to the latest census, 27% of Estonians speak Russian – a legacy of history and multiple Soviet occupations – but this will change as Estonia started moving towards a unified Estonian language education system in December 2022, with a full transition finalised by 2033. While in a shop, we ask if the shopkeeper speaks English?, “русский” “russkiy” is the firm answer. There must have been a huge upheaval for older Russian speakers with the demise of the Soviet Union in 1991.
The origins of Tallinn date back to the 13th century, when a castle was built there by the crusading knights of the Teutonic Order. It developed as a major centre of the Hanseatic League, and its wealth is demonstrated by the opulence of the public buildings (the churches in particular) and the domestic architecture of the merchants’ houses, which have survived to a remarkable degree despite the ravages of fire and war in the intervening centuries. We even discover that the city has a Dominican connection as we spy a sign indicating that the building was once a Dominican Convent.
Dominican Monastery established 1246, Tallinn
Tallinn Old Town is one of the best-preserved medieval cities in Europe and was listed as a Unesco World Heritage site in 1997.
Katariina Kaik – one of Tallinn’s oldest passages
We enter Tallinn Old Town through the impressive Viru Gate which was part of the Tallinn city wall built in the 14th century. This blog is so late, I will let the photos do the talking now:
Inside the Viru Gate, TallinnMust get a selfie in Tallinn
The Tallinn bus and tram pass has an interesting feature, a day pass runs from time of first use for 24 hours. Yesterday we acquired a tram/bus pass which allows us unlimited travel for 24 hours from the time of first use. As we start at 11am we can use it tomorrow before our ferry departure. What a good idea for tourists. We head to the Soviet Statue Graveyard by the Maarjamäe palace, behind the Estonian History Museum. All the Soviet heroes are there, minus their original pedestal, Lenin, Stalin – some are just decapitated bronze heads, some still have bodies. Each statue has a plaque with the history of the person, the statue and its removal. So much history, so much turmoil . We note that multiple statues have the year of passing as 1937. Stalin’s “Great Purge” or “Большой террор” “Bolshoy terror” the most likely cause of death for 700,000 to 1.2 million people estimated to have been executed between September 1936 and August 1938.
Monument of 1 Dec 1924 communist coup and unveiled in 1975 to commemorate 35 years of Soviet Estonia Lenin, the face that stared down over Estonia for decades.Maarjamäe Memorial Complex, Tallinn – commemorates the Bolshevik victims of the 1918 Russian Civil War. The eternal flame no longer burns at this Bolshevik memorialKadriorg Park, Tallinn – construction began in 1718 on the orders of Russian Tsar Peter 1Kadriorg Park – each tree is dedicated to a loved one
We head back to town and up to the area known as “High Town”. We enter the Russian Orthodox Alexander Nevsky cathedral to discover a hive of activity, no not us tourists, but large number of local women decorating the cathedral with flowers and laying out cakes. It is Sunday after all. We feel wrong to be visiting or taking photos at this time and we withdraw.
Estonia’s main Russian Orthodox cathedral, Aerxander Nevsky Cathedral, Tallinn
By contrast the nearby Cathedral of St Mary, run by the Lutheran Church is much quieter. Built on the location of the first Church in Tallinn, the first stone was laid in 1240. With the organist playing, we can quietly contemplate the interior and history of such a beautiful building.
St Mary’s Cathedral, Tallinn’s oldest churchWonderful organ music was being played at St Mary’s Cathedral, Tallinn
While the Naval museum was closed for renovation, but one can still admire the scale of the seaplane hanger that houses the museum, we visit historic ships mored nearby. Until the dissolution of Soviet Union, this was part of a naval base.
The old Seaplane hangers now a museum.Suur Tõll, Estonian Steam powered icebreaker
We then travel to a gluten free cafe in the suburb of Kalamaja just behind the station. Colourful houses line the streets and it seems like it would be a good suburb to live in. Then onto the Linnahall formally known as the V.I.Lenin Palace of Culture and Sports, a multi purpose venue opened in 1980 when Tallinn hosed sailing for the Moscow Olympics. It contained a skating rink and concert hall. Both are now closed and the vast concrete structure is closed and slowly falling into disrepair. Will it every return to its former glory?
Colourful wooden houses in the suburb of Kalamaja.Clever park bench feature, TallinnV I Lenin Palace of Culture and Sports or the ruins of the 1980 Moscow Olympics Yachting Centre – now called Linnahall.
We have really enjoyed our visit to Tallinn and know if we come back this way, there is more for us to explore.