Point Danger is on a promontory just south of Portland, Victoria.
Just off the coast is an island that hosts a gannet rookery. It’s not accessible to the public, but you can go down to the coastline and watch them flying just beyond the fence.
The shore itself is fenced off so that the birds remain undisturbed by visitors. There are better places from which to take photos of the birds and the island, but I wasn’t able to access them on this visit because of mobility issues: I’m on crutches!
You can also turn off the road to the rookery to visit Crumpets Beach. This is a beautiful spot that lies almost at the end of a fairly rugged track that you would only attempt in a 4-wheel-drive or on foot.
Once the track has negotiated some tight bends and bumpy stretches, all the while going fairly steeply downhill, it levels out to run along the beach toward the headland.
This magnificent scenery all lies within fifteen minutes’ drive of Portland, on the south-west coast of Victoria, Australia, which is actually one of the oldest cities in the state. It has some lovely old buildings, a very active deep-harbour international sea port, and is very popular with fishermen and holidaymakers.
There are many resorts that dot the coast of Viti Levu. We stayed at the fabulous Warwick Resort at Korolevu, on the Coral Coast, where a family wedding was being held.
The most beautiful wedding backdrop.
The reception venue.
The amenities are beautiful and nothing is ever too much effort for the staff who work there, comprised mostly of Fijians from local villages. This is a valuable source of employment for them, but their willingness to welcome and host their visitors goes way beyond that. As ambassadors for their country and local communities, these people are among the best.
The central building of the resort is the epitome of island luxury. Dark timber contrasts with creamy white walls, accented by comfortable couches and armchairs. The building opens out onto the beach, capturing the refreshing breeze and providing a backdrop that is to die for.
The beach is dotted with shaded lounges, and the coral reef that runs along the coast ensures that this beach is safe for swimming.
Further along the beach, just beyond the boundary of the resort, are “shops” run by friendly villagers who sell sarongs and tee shirts, braid hair, do henna tattoos and paint nails, or give massages to folks staying at the resort.
The sunsets are glorious.
Everyone talks about that dream vacation on a tropical island, don’t they? My visit to Fiji was my first, and it was absolutely beautiful.
On entering the airport terminal, you’re greeted with a welcoming song – and oh, wow! Can they ever sing! Everywhere you go, you’re greeted with a friendly “Bula!” and a genuine smile.
The islanders of Viti Levu call this mountain ‘The Sleeping Giant’.
The mountains become more prominent in the scenery as you travel inland from the coast.
The scenery is dramatic. Farms and fields of sugar cane and corn give way to mountains dotted with villages.
The people are vibrant and friendly, the colours are bright and vivid, and the hospitality is warmer than anywhere else I’ve been. Their houses and shops are not like those in Australia or the US – these people don’t place a high value on being fancy. Their values revolve around faith, family and community.
Among the colourful buildings and homes, the police stations are all white and blue so that people can identify them easily.
The sand on the beaches is golden and the water is clear and almost magically turquoise.
Many of the beaches feature palm trees that sway in the light breeze, which is almost constant.
Golden sand and turquoise water make a very inviting vision!
As we drove into the mountains, the beaches gave way to forests, rivers, and more closely settled villages.
So, I’ve been limping for a few weeks with a sore heel.
It’s been much worse over the past two weeks, when I couldn’t have seen a doctor about it if I tried, unless I went to the emergency room. In my completely non-medical-professional, sucking-it-up-like-a-big-girl opinion, it wasn’t bad enough for that.
Today I saw a doctor.
Turns out it’s acute tendinitis of the Achilles.
I’m now on medication – anti-inflammatory pain killers and prednisolone – in addition to the DoTerra Deep Blue ointment that I’ve been using on it. That stuff is really good, by the way. I’ve also been told to rest it and be gentle when I do have to walk on it.
When I opened the package from the pharmacy, the information provided told me that the medication might cause drowsiness. There was also a sticker on the box that warned me that it could affect mental alertness and/or coordination. With those warnings heeded, I took my medication and went to bed.
At this point, it’s fair to point out that I’ve never been a sound sleeper. Insomnia has been a way of life for me for years. The degree of wakefulness last night, however, was unexpected, even for me.
I looked at the label on the box again this morning. It didn’t tell any lies. It certainly did affect my mental alertness. I was sitting up at 3am writing a story so good, I scared myself.
The saddest part is that I’m not even surprised by any of this. It’s exactly how my luck and my life tend to roll. Prescribed rest, though… that’s not so bad. Hello, books.
Today I took my sister, my brother-in-law and my 86 year old dad shopping. Between my dodgy spine and Fibromyalgia, I generally walk slowly. Imagine my surprise today, then, when I actually found myself walking faster than someone else in the shopping centre.
Sure, he was 90ish and had a walker, but he was very gracious and let me enjoy my moment.
Who says gentlemen don’t exist anymore?
My sister just called out to me from the kitchen while she was chopping vegetables.
Her: Are you two big vegetable eaters?
Me: If they’re big, we cut them up first.
Me: How do you even cook it unless you cut it up?
Her: No. That’s not what I’m asking.
Me: *looks at her expectantly*
Her: Do you eat a lot of vegetables?
Me: See now, that’s an entirely different question.
Her: *shows me the saucepan* Is this enough for four of us?
And she has the nerve to walk away rolling her eyes. Some people are just hard to please.