Around Cape York and onto Horn Island - the stopping point to get to Thursday Island…. and Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday islands. I’m just not sure what happened to Monday Island! We passed Tuesday and Wednesday Islands en route to Horn, and after some tricky dogleg manoeuvres in the channel, were happily anchored for the night by sunset - and a magnificent tropical one it was too!
The next morning saw us on our new (tiny) tender getting to shore to get the ferry across to Thursday Island, me protesting trying all four in one trip and that we needed to be careful because of crocodiles. Fortunately my seeming over-concern was validated, when a local lady, also waiting for the ferry, told us that five crocs were living between our boat and the ferry jetty and that a big one had taken four dogs in the last few weeks! Thank you, you’re welcome guys!
Thursday Island (or TI if you’re a local) surprised us all. What a gem. The people (a mix of Torres Strait Islanders, Australian Aborigines, and European) really are wonderful. I’m not one for people and culture - give me animals any time, but I can genuinely say that this lot made an impression, the thing that astounded us all was the incredible respect they all seemed to have for each other, for us, for their homes, for their township - we all noticed it. We were lucky to find John who took us on a tour of the island - all 3.5 square kilometers of it. It sure had packed in a bit of history on its shores over time though. We were lucky enough to get to the museum at the old Battery - the highest point on the island. There we could see all sorts from the Japanese pearling days, the war, the local indigenous people, and shipping - including the disasters. We saw local fishing stands in the water, the Japanese grave site. (TI was not bombed during World War II, probably because of it being the burial place of many Japanese pearl shell divers, or, that the Japanese thought there were still Japanese people living here. However, Horn Island (right next door) was bombed to bits!
After a fun time, we felt it obligatory to have a drink (and food) at the most northern pub in Australia, the Torres Hotel - just to get bragging rights of course!