|Lady Musgrave Island. Spectacular, Secluded, Idyllic. You get the Idea.|
As I lay on the beach, recovering from the hellish trip that one has to endure to reach this tropical utopia, I wondered how on earth I would keep safe from the giant, biting centipedes with supposedly roamed this land. I had heard stories of campers being woken in the middle of the night to find their tent had been invaded by hordes of these giant insects, hungry for human flesh! Well, I may exaggerate a little, but these little beasts are notorious.
With my eyes peeled, I eventually summoned the strength to carry my supplies to the camping grounds and pitch my tent. Supposedly, the camping grounds revolve around the island, continually changing places to preserve the natural Eco-system and to help the baby (freshly hatched) turtles, who have a torrid time trying to avoid ravenous seagulls.
|Distinguished Artist, Pianist and Poet Alan Boarder, next to our Tent on Lady Musgrave Island, Great Barrier Reef|
Any visitor to Lady Musgrave will notice the numerous signs warning against "interfering with nature". The Turtles of the Capricornia Cay's National Park were once hunted for their meat (to be used in soup), so I found the urge irresistible to help turtles get pass the deadly gulls as soon as I could. I figured humans screwed up the turtles chances of survival, what's wrong with giving them a helping hand?
|Me Holding a baby turtle which I had rescued from gulls on Lady Musgrave Island. The signs warn against it but the turtle didn’t seem to mind!|
Before plunging into the watery depths, I decided to explore Lady Musgrave's jungle. The Island has a thick canopy of Pisonia Trees which are inhabited by duck sized, black and white birds called White Capped Noddy Terns. All day and all night they squawk happily, but just 20ft below lies a Tern Graveyard. With no real predators on the island, the Terns which inevitably perish, the old, the lame, the stupid, rot on the ground below. Often I would see turns walking around on the ground unable to fly, they would just stare at me hopelessly, waiting to die.
|A buff banded rail. Similar to a Chicken, they make a living from stealing food from campers|
|Another Funny little bird you might see on Lady Musgrave Island|
One evening as I was walking through the shallows (with a cut toe due to sharp coral) I was visited by a friendly, inquisitive shark. It was a 4 or 5 ft long reef shark, swimming masterfully in 1ft of water. As it got closer I could tell it was attracted by my blood, showing no fear, I kicked it square in the nose when it came too close. These sharks need to be told who's boss!
|Me Standing in Shallows of Lady Musgrave Island. The lack of people and vivid colours seem astounding after being in China for nine months.|
I stayed for 5 days, I wish it was 5 years!
The journey back was a lot smoother.