Thursday, April 28, 2011

Our Final Days in Oz

After leaving the Great Barrier Reef—without injury, I’m happy to say—we headed to the Lamington Rainforest, south of Brisbane. Most Australian forests are filled with eucalyptus trees, which are well adapted to heat and fire, so it was quite a change to enter a subtropical rainforest thick with ferns, epiphytes (plants that make their home high up in the crooks of trees), and—our favorite—strangler figs. The figs start as modest vines that wind their way around a host tree, but eventually they grow so big that they strangle the poor host to death. Over time the host rots away, leaving a tree formed of trunk-like vines surrounding a hollow center. The strangler figs can be huge, as you’ll see from our pictures.

Upon arrival at Lamington we hastily pitched camp, finishing just before rain began to fall. We were bummed about the weather, but hey, there’s a reason the place is called a “rainforest” and not a “perfectly-blue-skies-all-the-time forest.” That evening we crowded under a tarp to eat dinner, and it’s fair to say there wasn’t one of us who longed to return to Heron Island. Fortunately the rain cleared in the morning, and we were lucky enough to have fair weather until the morning we left Lamington, five days later. In between, we learned all about rainforest ecology, which involved surveying vegetation and trapping insects and mammals (most of them bush rats and tiny marsupials that look like mice). One student, Rebecca, had the good luck to find an insect rare enough that our entomology tutor pinned it for display at the museum where she works. Rebecca’s name was written on a piece of paper below the insect (sorry, I can’t remember what the critter is called) so she could be given credit. Needless to say, Rebecca was pleased. Another high point of our time at Lamington was our nighttime hike to see glowworms in a small gully deep in the forest.

On the morning of our departure, rain once again started to fall, but this time gently. We managed to pack up our gear without getting too wet, then took a small bus to the Glasshouse Mountains, just a bit north of Brisbane. There we stayed at a quirky retreat consisting, in part, of an old tram converted into a kitchen and dining room and an old church transformed into a library/lounge with a sleeping loft above. Philip and I were given our own bungalow, which was so nice that we referred to it as our “villa.” We had the students over for a little celebration after they finished their last exam of the program (on terrestrial ecology). No one seemed to mind that it rained the entire three days at the retreat, which were spent relaxing in our cushy surroundings and reminiscing about our less cushy (but well loved!) travels. It was particularly gratifying to watch the students spend time playing the Australian version of Trivial Pursuit. The professor in me was proud as they enthusiastically yelled out the names of people, places, and events that none of us had heard of just months before.

From the Glasshouse Mountains we headed back to Brisbane, where we spent a day doing laundry and otherwise preparing for our departure from Australia. At our farewell banquet the students presented a slideshow of photos taken during the program. They also distributed “paper plate awards.” I’d taken so many notes and group photos over the course of the program that the students gave me a plate reading, “Never noteless, picture-taking Papa.” Philip got “Hot and dangerous.” Hmmm . . . At the end of the dinner, Nat, Philip, and I gave emotional speeches, and after a big round of hugs, we all headed back to our motel for one last night of sleep before heading our separate ways in the morning. Philip and I went to bed looking forward to our trip to Fiji, but we also felt a bit sad to leave our “mob” (the term used by Aboriginals to refer to a tight-knit group). Yes, everyone had a bad day now and then, and there were times Philip and I got tired of spending every waking hour with 19- to 21-year-olds, but mostly we felt lucky to travel with such an enthusiastic, hardworking batch of students. We will miss them . . . but not so much as to spoil our time in beautiful Fiji! More on that in our next post.

~Andy


Lamington vista

In front of a strangler fig

John measuring the distance between trees

Emily going for a climb

Can you spot the epiphytes?

Students presenting forest survey results

Resident bush turkey walking through camp

Bush turkey close up

Students reading

Our retreat at the Glasshouse Mountains

Path up to our "villa"

Villa bedroom . . . what a change from our tent
at Lamington!

Celebrating with the mob

Alison, John, Sara, and Jared


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