In bygone days, Port Douglas was also a port and had to have many things be transported up and down from the water’s edge. As far as I was concerned, I had no idea what they could possibly used for when I first entered the place and saw those disused tracks along the main roads. But if you remember that “Journey of Discovery” aka my walk along the 4 mile beach that turned out to be an amazing half day adventure.
However, after you’ve been walking for a little while, you really don’t want to be walking anymore. Yes, I could have caught the irregular and only bus scheduled on the island or I could keep my mouth shut and open my eyes to some of the more amazing things that this place had to offer.
The tracks were put into place by the tired locals who had to complete the same journey (if you can imagine walking from the marina to any location on Port Douglas or come to the main highway so others could pick up its produce, you too would understand why this was needed. Whilst I was only walking the entire path without anything, I was completely tired and exhausted from doing this walk, but there is something in getting back to nature that cannot be dismissed that easily.)
And you know what, to be honest with you, I’m changing my mind halfway through this post. I was originally planning on entitling it to be “Port Douglas: Old Train Tracks” and then break up my adventures into many multiple little posts – but some times quality is called for over quantity. And hence I’m entitling this post to my “Journey of Discovery”.
My idea started of with getting up early to see the sunrise over the Island Point Lookout (insert post link here) and then making my way down the 4 mile beach and coming up the major highway and seeing all the sights along the way. One of the things I had not factored – when you’re in a vehicle, things always seem to go past a lot faster than you expect. Plus in keeping with the spirit of the Domestic Traveller, I chose to walk or be as conservative as possible in modes of transport. Besides, if you’re on the wrong side of 30 (basically under 30) then the cost of hiring a vehicle goes up ridiculously. Think 2 to 2.5 times the amount of a normal hire. Err, yeah. No thanks. I have two awesome feet and have been working out my calves and legs….so might as well see what all the training can do. Besides working in an office means you can get severely vitamin D deficient and my legs were no different. They looked quite pasty. Even for me. Long live the board shorts! With all that in mind, I thought why not? I’ll get to appreciate the scenery and in case I do miss my bus in the morning to go see the Wildlife sanctuary (post coming soon) – funny story… I did end up missing it, but that’s a completely different post.
Once I finished up with the 4 mile beach, I came out to the edge of the Barrier Reef Tavern. I didn’t have the guts to go in and have a brew at 1 in the afternoon, although it would have helped my parched mouth, it would not have made the rest of my travel any more worthy. With the warm weather that was happening around there, I know a few good brews with some of the locals would have landed me staying put for the rest of the day.
The Barrier Reef Tavern looked awesome and quite rustic. I didn’t have the chance to go inside, but one of the locals driving out of the place waved to me, which made me think, “you know what, this seems like a good joint!”. I didn’t go in – so I can’t and won’t rate it. Maybe if I do go back (after I’m on the right side of 30, I’ll hire a car and drive down there for lunch or something).
I then walked down the lenght of Barrier Street and turned right onto Port Douglas road. I had been walking for 2 hours and I needed to keep going or I know that once you stop, you just don’t want to keep going. Besides, for the first time, I took off my shoes and walked along the grass which is quite novel for my feet as they’re usually bundled away into some sort of footwear.
And that’s when I saw the train tracks in person. Plus it looked like it was being used too. The tracks whilst old were still clean and not many weeds were growing from it. As I walked along, I then noticed that there were actual train platforms too! It came as a surprise (and as of writing this, I only just found out that they use this as a tourist attraction and bookings can be made here: http://www.ballyhooley.com.au). They were well kept and even been restored as some of the trees were growing into the platforms itself. It all added to the charm of this place.
A little further up the road, you come across the old cemetry and I always find it interesting to see the oldest and youngest members in the yard. The main reason is so that you get an appreciation of what happened to these people. What I found really interesting was why some streets were named (after people that either lost their life saving others or for their country or who have helped make Port Douglas the town that it is now). And after the video game Assassin’s Creed, I’m forever looking out for the symbols of the Freemasons – only because in the game they are somewhat linked to the Knight’s Templar and all that. You’d have to play the game to understand the connotation.
Taking the next left turn, I checked out the local fire service. What makes this a little more interesting is that this place uses a different set of fire vehicles. Not something you see everyday but definitely an interesting sight.
Walking along the water’s edge you then came across a small port out there as well. I thought I had hit the marina, but that clearly wasn’t the case. And the best was yet to come.
I checked out the sports complex. I was expecting more, given that living in Melbourne, which is literally the sports mecca of Australia. But you know what, given everything else that’s going for Port Douglas, who cares if they don’t have the sports complex like those in Melbourne. It is a nice complex and it does the trick.
The Yacht Club and the Marina were fantastic and definitely something I was putting on my list to come back and visit later on during the holiday.