Well Hugh that is what I call a nightmare and it made me shudder
. I am scared of lizards., snakes and spiders, so I know I have no desire to go to Lizard Island. As well as dealing with the reptiles you decide you had to climb the mountain Captain Cook climbed. You had to make some tough decisions in hurry. You were fortunate to get out of there alive.
John, you made me burst into laughter with your comment on the beer bottle. An small insignificant fact that you made hilarious. Your prize -- a double choc coated Cherry Ripe!
There is no doubt that you have an adventurous spirit. I’ve had a few encounters with lace monitors in Toohey Forest. One decided To make his home in a cubby hole in my roof under the eaves. We named him Bruce. He would make forays out into the forest for food and then return to his lair with lots of noise and scrambling up the brickwork. My only fear was that one day he might fall through the ceiling into my bathroom. That nightmare was never realised. Bruce eventually left us for the Forest never to return.. we now have seasonal fat pythons who venture into our yard looking for lunch. A fat possum or ?
I’ve also met lace monitors in National Parks and black land mullets which look fearsome but are more frightened of you than visa versa. But I’ve now crossed Lizard is off my bucket list.
Thank you Jaoelyn. Your account of running into black land mullets doesn't outdo another reader who related the tale of "going to the bathroom" as we wantabeAmericans" now say all the time instead fo dunny/lavatory/toilet/loo) in Africa and find a female lion was watching him!
Well Hugh that is what I call a nightmare and it made me shudder
. I am scared of lizards., snakes and spiders, so I know I have no desire to go to Lizard Island. As well as dealing with the reptiles you decide you had to climb the mountain Captain Cook climbed. You had to make some tough decisions in hurry. You were fortunate to get out of there alive.
Thanks Sheryl for engaging with my story -- you certainly did!
And wait until you see, very soon, how dangerous Noosa is.
Hugh
Thanks Eric, that's nice of you to let me know. When you write something, all you can do is hope people enjoy it.
Watch out for Part 2 -- "Lost in Nosa" coming up shortly.
You can go back and read more than 40 of my stories put up in the last 14 months since I started.
Hugh
Great retelling, kept my attention to the end, which is the hope of all first readers. well done!
By the way, re below, another email comment said:
"Between Vietnam, West Papua and this, it’s a wonder you’re here to write this!!!"
I'd go along with that.
Hugh
Thanks to all those who emailed their reactions instead of sending a Comment.
One from San Fran said: WHAT A STORY! THE GUTS YOU HAD!!!
I don't really agree with that -- I ended up in very precarious positions and just had to find a way out.
An Aussie writer wrote: "Marvellous story, brilliantly written, thank you for the pleasure of reading it."
That's really a nice thing to hear from a writer.
So this is to illustrate that not all comments appear at the bottom on substack -- though that is the whole idea of substack!
Hugh
Nice work getting back to base! Those remote islands are fraught with danger! The beer bottle water container showed serious trekking intent 💪🏿
John, you made me burst into laughter with your comment on the beer bottle. An small insignificant fact that you made hilarious. Your prize -- a double choc coated Cherry Ripe!
I guess folks are waiting for the other shoe to drop, Part 2.
(Rule #1. When you're going to wander off somewhere, tell someone - where you're headed, and when you expect to be back.)
A very good rule Graham which didn't seem to exist back then. But all Australians should adopt it.
The next shoe to drop shortly will be "Lost in Noosa" -- a bit of a surprise.
There is no doubt that you have an adventurous spirit. I’ve had a few encounters with lace monitors in Toohey Forest. One decided To make his home in a cubby hole in my roof under the eaves. We named him Bruce. He would make forays out into the forest for food and then return to his lair with lots of noise and scrambling up the brickwork. My only fear was that one day he might fall through the ceiling into my bathroom. That nightmare was never realised. Bruce eventually left us for the Forest never to return.. we now have seasonal fat pythons who venture into our yard looking for lunch. A fat possum or ?
I’ve also met lace monitors in National Parks and black land mullets which look fearsome but are more frightened of you than visa versa. But I’ve now crossed Lizard is off my bucket list.
Keep on writing Hugh. Happy New Year.
Regards Jocelyn
Thank you Jaoelyn. Your account of running into black land mullets doesn't outdo another reader who related the tale of "going to the bathroom" as we wantabeAmericans" now say all the time instead fo dunny/lavatory/toilet/loo) in Africa and find a female lion was watching him!
Now that's real GUTS!
Hugh