Thursday Island

Across the Torres Straits from Papua New Guinea lies Thursday Island.  As you can see, it is not all that far from the mainland either.  With a population of ~3,500 it is not exactly overly populated.  We tendered in and just went walking.

Of course, there is a ANZAC Park complete with memorial which starts with WWI and includes all the conflicts after that –

The front side lists all from WWI – and I am not sure whether it is completely a memorial or an honor to those who have served (as the other side lists WWII Veterans….). It also includes those who served with the Merchant Marine, Australian Air Force and US forces…

from there we hiked up to Green Hill Fort which over looks the Strait –

and wandered the various canon emplacements and look outs

The underground ammunition chambers which apparently house the museum portion were closed with the onset of the COVID pandemic and apparently haven’t yet reopened.

We hiked around town, wandered in and out of shops. Bought water, candy bars and some hair conditioner. George found a pair of shorts. I managed to misplace my phone for a while which was rescued by another ship passenger and returned.

I think I need a nap!

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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