The Detouring Doctor

Sitting back speeding across the dark predawn sea, I suddenly feel invigorated. Five am wakeups are a killer for me but now I am ready. We wade through the water to the beach onto Goodes Island. A steep scramble through the bush takes us up to some WW2 huts and the remnants of a gun placement constructed in 1942 to protect the Torres strait from Japanese invasion by the sea. The bush has reclaimed much of the remnants.

Our final destination was Horn Island the site of the “airport” originally built as a gravel airstrip in WW2. We joined a tour guided by Vanessa Seekee who married into the most influential family on the island and who has devoted her life to researching the WW2 history of Horn Island and excavating and restoring as much as possible. Suffice it to say she is passionate and articulate and like all great guides brings it all to life. We spend a fascinating afternoon visiting trenches, antiaircraft guns and plane wrecks. This is a very forgotten theatre of war right at the advanced edge of our northern frontier.

The alarm goes off at 5am and a sibilant curse from my life partner pierces the darkness. An hour later we trudge the dark, dimly lit streets to the wharf. Our captain, Dirk, is  all chipper and has the mariner’s enthusiasm for sailing in the early mornings. Seated at the bow I close my eyes and experience the whooshing of the sea air as the dinghy accelerates. Fifteen minutes later I open my eyes and the soft dawnlight is already competing with the darkness.

Our boat sped over the glassy flat seas, clearly Neptune was smiling on us, perhaps an acknowledgement that today is July 4 and my birthday.  Multiple uninhabited islands are all around. As the sun rose we slowed down beside one of the larger islands with a white sand beach. Perched on a rocky ledge above the beach is a metal cairn commemorating the landing of James Cook in 1770. On this spot he claimed the east coast of Australia for Great Britain. We have arrived at Posession Island!   

The sea opens up and islands become fewer as we head eastward through the Coral Sea. Twenty minutes later we arrive at the tip as the locals call this spot. We are at Cape York, the northernmost point of Australia. The sun is shining, it is early morning and we have the place to ourselves.  We take pictures from the boat before the walk through mangrove flats and over the rocks to reach the understated metallic sign that confirms our arrival at the tip. We have a magic time at the tip before the tourist hordes arrive and is back on our dinghy speeding across the calm sea.

Rounding off the day is a visit to Friday Island the home of the last remaining pearl farm in the Torres strait. The late 19th century had pearl fishing as the major industry here and it attracted divers from all over the world especially Asia. It was a dangerous occupation if the bends didn’t get you the sharks often did. These days the pearls are cultured and farmed. A Japanese family own this farm and one of the owners related their story over refreshments. In the meanwhile she who must be obeyed gave the credit card a working over.

Our final island for the day was Prince of Wales Island where those of us who were able to undertook the 2 hour round trip up the highest peak to a lookout. All in all a magic birthday in this off the beaten track slice of paradise.

It is Monday at 9 am, a time that for any conurbation on the planet would be peak hour. We are walking across Douglas Street the main road on Thursday Island, TI to the locals, and one could shoot the proverbial cannon up the main street and not hit anyone. The temperature is a balmy 26degrees. We arrive at the jetty, our meeting place for our drive around TI and true to island time we wait.

The Torres strait Islands are a chain of 133 islands strewn between the tip of Cape York at the northernmost point of Australia and PNG. Only 14 are inhabited and most of those are centred around TI.

The Torres strait is named after Spanish navigator Luiz Vaz de Torres who sailed through the strait in 1606. In 1770 the redoubtable Captain James Cook landed on Possesion Island around Cape York and claimed the east coast of Australia for England. In 1789 Captain Bligh sailed by after the famous mutiny on the Bounty and names four islands in the area as Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday Islands.

The people on TI are a fascinating fusion of nations and cultures. In 1884 a lucrative pearling industry was established at TI. The result was an influx of people not just from Anglo Saxon background but from Japan, Malaya and India. These men settled here and intermarried and the result is a fascinating hybrid of many nations. Also the locals we have spoken too are adamant that racial tolerance is a way of life here.

Uncle Brian our driver and guide takes us around the island pointing out with pride the historic buildings and the  infrastructure of note. The Queensland government buildings here are brand spanking new and clearly there has been a significant spend of public monies.

The highlight of any trip to TI is Green Hill Fort situated on a small grassy hill 58 metres above sea level at the western end of TI. The Torres Strait Islands featured in WW2 and Horn Island was bombed repeatedly by the Japanese. Consequently visitors here think that this is a WW2 relic. Nothing could be further from the truth! This fort was built between 1891 and 1893 well before either of the world wars. As improbable as it seems now the fear was actually that of Russian invasion and well before the Soviet era. Living on the Mornington peninsula half a world away the fortifications at Portsea are against the same perceived threat. The views from here over the township, the turquoise sea and the surrounding islands is sublime.

The fascinating cemetery was a punishing after lunch slog over a steep hill in 30 degree heat. The multicultural basis to this society is highlighted by the gravestones frequently hosting English and Asian combinations. There is a memorial to the 19th century pearl fishers. In the lower reaches of the cemetery there is a veritable forest of plain whitewashed posts. Adorned with Japanese calligraphy each represents a 19th century pearl fisher who perished free diving for these treasures. Silent and poignant.

The afternoon sees me back on Green Fort Hill, relaxing on a grassy knoll and enjoying a tropical sunset.

The planning for this trip goes back almost two years ago. While I am very happy with my photography when it comes to scenery and nature, I am envious of those who are great at “people shots”. There is something magic about capturing one’s essence, one’s soul in a photograph. One of my patients a well travelled chap introduced me to his website: emic.com. I was entranced by the images there and particularly his then recent trip to far north Queensland for the biennial indigenous dance festival, Laura Quinkan. I booked it there and then for 2023.

To fill out the week before Laura Quinkan my research led me to a typically “off the beaten track destination, the Torres Strait islands. The archipelago between Cape York and PNG which is surprisingly well serviced with daily QANTAS flights between Cairns and Horn Island. A short ferry ride brings us to Thursday Island, the sleepy administrative headquarters of the Torres Strait on a quiet Sunday afternoon with dinner on the balcony of the Grand Hotel