Lost... Yes, in the beautiful wilderness amongst beautiful native
bush and trees. Resort... Well work your imagination hard
as you look at these photos.
From the front of the main community building round to the side...
And up the barely holding together steps into the kitchen...
None of the doors open or shut properly or locked...
The bench, stove, microwave... And things... Electricity was
supplied by a generator which was turned off all day...
Then LPG provided the cups of tea.
The pantry... A rubbish and recycling system set up, as it
all had to be taken off the island with us.
These photos are taken after a major clean up, throw away of old stuff
left behind by others who had used this building and shovel out of
rat droppings. It was relatively clean but very old and neglected.
We put our names on a roster to take turns at cooking... Equipment
was scarce, plates and rat ridden cutlery in plentiful supply.
The sitting room... The chairs were a hazard if one was brave
enough to sit in them. Sharp broken springs... Or no springs at all
was the cause of much hilarity.
One of the fella's got the fire going so it was snug.
A pool table graced the other side of the room... It got
used every night.
Communal sleeping accommodation... But...
Outside were cabins scattered on the hill.
My friend Janeen had been there before and she knew
where to go and find one just built for two...
And this is how we got there...
Up the hill... This is the back of the ablution block...
The steps up the side... Marginally better than the kitchen steps...
This way to the toilets and showers. Girls at one end
boys at the other. The toilets were an experience, they
were undergoing slow renovation, only one was functioning
and it was on a lean to the right so balancing to sit on it
was no mean feat... Like being on a badly listing ship...
But we all survived.
So up the hill past the toilets... And the next cabin...
And the next...
Up the wet and slippery track...
Up the steps...
And further up the hill...
I got much fitter in the time I was there... Up and down several
times a day... And I won't mention the night
with a torch in the dark to go to bed!
And when it was raining...
Up through the bush...
And up through the last bit of slippery mud... I put down some
dead Ponga leaves for traction...
And there was our little home...
My fishing rod and bucket and the broom on the porch...
Like the kitchen other inhabitants had been there!
We tossed out all the mattresses and kept these four...
Damp, moldy, but better than the floor. They were
so old that my hips hit the floor when lying on them both... But!
It was only $10 a night to stay there, so no complaints.
I evicted the creepy crawly residents - hence the broom - and
moved in and made myself at home.
It was like being in a tree hut... Surrounded by lovely
damp, sweet smelling bush.
The sublime view was worth the climb every time.
Wonderful place. Did they pay you $10 to stay or did you pay them?
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