The night I was Cloudy Day

Babinda is the rainiest town in Australia, but luckily on us it rained only a bit during the night. We got dropped literally on the side of the road at about 8 in the morning, and the only place open was a small Information Centre. A very friendly Canadian lady redirected us to a free-camping spot where we pitched our tent and got ready to go. The reason why Babinda is worth visiting is its vicinity to the Boulders. These are massive (HUGE!) rocks that nobody really knows how they got in the middle of this really cool creek, nice and refreshing to swim in and habitat of some platypi. 15 people, 14 of which were guys, died swimming at Babinda Boulders, in a spot called Devil’s pool. A very interesting aboriginal legend tells how the water started to flow because of the desperation of a beautiful married girl, Oolana, who fell in love with a young man of a different tribe. Realising the adulterous crime they were committing, the young lovers escaped their tribes and fled into the valleys. The elders captured them, but Oolana broke free from her captors and threw herself into the still waters of what is now known as Babinda Boulders. Since she threw herself in the water, she has been looking for her lover to dive in, too. The aboriginal legend says her spirit still guards the boulders and that her calls for her lost lover can still be heard. That’s apparently why only guys (maybe that one girl was quite manly..?) tend to die here: she’s taking them hoping they are her lost lover.

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This location is about 6km away from the town, way that we luckily did not get to walk because of successful hitch-hiking. The hunt for the platypus went terribly – only heaps of ‘mossies’ (Australian for mosquitoes) – but the boulders were magical, as well as the people we met. A nice aboriginal lady told us Oolana’s story, a very friendly family that offered to give us a ride, and a German free-spirit who was hitch-hiking Queensland as well. After we went back to the free camping spot we had some dinner all together, Margherita, Hannah, Jonas and I.  When the night came, Jonas and I approached some aboriginal people hanging out at the camping: they were having some beers, dancing and having fun, so we decided to join them. This night was one of the few experiences that really made me feel Australia. The people I met were extremely friendly, genuine, they opened to me as I did with them, we danced together their moves to our European/American music. They called me sister ‘Cloudy-Day’ (mis-pronouncing my name), and taught me how to dance as a cassowary (very large flightless bird, native of Papua New Guinea). Such an interesting night, revealing and unforgettable.

In the morning we caught the bus to Mission Beach, me rushing to not miss it after having been saying good bye to all the people I met the night before, still there on the same spot (photo below). Mission Beach is a famous very famous spot for skydiving. But, if you don’t skydive and it’s stingers season.. not so much fun. We hitched a ride to Woolworths, that’s about it 😛

Next destination: Townsville and Magnetic Island!

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Posted on March 26, 2013, in Australia and New Zealand. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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