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From Prison to Paradise.
The feral chooks of Norfolk Island are not like that at all, they are relaxed looking things with extremely glossy feathers and the air of creatures that know they are master of all they survey. Little facts about the place kept intriguing me. There are just under two thousand people on the island and double the amount of cars. The only road rules that apply are drink driving and avoiding cattle as they have right of way (and boy do they know it). Driving at night can be alarming at first as there are no streetlights but then, there are so few cars on the road that it doesnt matter. Another driving technique I tried to get the hang of was the Norfolk wave, where a motorist courteously acknowledges a passing driver. Im afraid I usually waved too frantically and too late as I was keeping one nervous eye out for cattle and letting the other be distracted by the gorgeous scenery.
Describing the people as merely friendly does not do them justice. They are lively, inquisitive and genuine. I flew to the island with Norfolk Jet whose staff gave me a preview of the kind of genuine hospitality and friendliness I was going to receive for the duration of my stay. I arrived on Wednesday which is traditionally half day on Norfolk and this particular Wednesday was also Thanksgiving, an American holiday that is celebrated on the island. I was the first person to emerge from the airport - having cannily stowed both my bags in the overhead compartment - and had naively imagined I was going to hop a taxi immediately. Standing in the bright sunshine I craned my neck in vain, trying to spy a cab amongst the tour buses. A man with a clipboard detached himself from a group of the same and approached me purposefully. Within mere moments, nay seconds, he knew my name, business, place of accommodation and had kindly stowed my bags on a trailer after dashing my taxi hopes.
So I happily hitched a ride on a tour bus to the Colonial of Norfolk Island where I was staying. The actual hotel has existed for 30 years and has been The Colonial since 1989. The hotel blends luxury and comfort, has one of the best restaurants on the island called Annabelles and is going to be even bigger and better than it already is with renovations and extensions scheduled for early this year. Like all good hotels, The Colonial goes that extra bit further with regard to service such as daily courtesy buses to the shops and Sunday church runs. My first stop when I got there was the lounge that boasts a portrait of the ninth Duchess of Norfolk, the islands namesake. After a refreshing drink and a lovely welcome I went to my room to prepare for that nights Sound and Light Show. The Colonial kindly lent me a vehicle so that I could meet the Pinetrees tour bus at the roundabout, an instruction that is more detailed than it may at first appear. There is only one roundabout on the island and it is located in the middle of town.
I was told that the locals drove directly over the roundabout for the
first couple years it was there whereupon, having put it in its place,
they then condescended to go around it in the usual fashion. The show
was fantastic and extremely informative. Accompanied by the voice of
a convict ghost we drove around the ruins of the old jail at Kingston
(originally Sydney Town and renamed after Lieutenant King to avoid confusion
with the mainland city), and witnessed re-enactments of penal life.
The legend of Bloody Bridge was especially gruesome, a convict
work gang beat their overseer to death and then sealed him up in the
bridge. Unfortunately for them, their tale of the overseer wandering
off and leaving them was belied by the blood that seeped out of the
bridge stones and ultimately gave them away.
The Queen Elizabeth lookout, opened by her majesty in 1974 on the bicentenary
of Captain Cooks discovery of the island, affords an excellent
view of Nepean and Philip Islands, the ocean and sloping hills dotted
with pine trees and meandering cattle. Emily Bay is an absolutely idyllic
spot, a perfect crescent of aqua water and a stunning backdrop to Norfolks
amazing cemetery. Strolling through this little islands graveyard
is an illuminating activity. The headstones are remarkable for both
their history and their inscriptions. Here is humanity in all its glory
and tragedy with childrens and officers graves and a grassy
mound just outside the fence that is the only reminder of a mass convict
grave. I had an uneasy moment when I stopped by one particular headstone
and had the nasty sensation I was seeing my future. Its occupier was
proclaimed to have been A kind and motherly aunt. I resolved
to speak to my nieces on the subject the moment I returned home, just
in case.
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