After a nice sleep at Possum valley (well, I did not really sleep because there was 3 or 4 possum scratching the roof all night. That’s ok, this is nature :-) Josh and Martin, started the day by repair a bridge with Paul. They do like wwoofing in fact. Then we traveled onto the tableland and especially in a middle of nowhere to find the site that Martin and Josh are going to work on.
Have a look to that video and see how wide is that track :-)
Arrived on site. Notice that we have Mountain bikes with us. The temptation is too big. How come we can drive in a middle of hills without thinking about riding a MTB? This is not possible :-)
This site has to places. One with the antenna and a second one (a bit higher) with the informatics system to collect the informations.
Ok, this site is OK. We can now go to the station up hill.
And the best way to enjoy it is to get on the roof :-)
Nice view, green, warm.
This is the station which received the information through the antenna which is down the hill.
On the left side of that “box” there is the air cond’. The fan was making a funny noise. Why? a bloody tree snake had a bad idea to enter in the air cond’ and got stuck by the fan! Unfortunately for him/her, but fortunately for the electric system, the fan was stronger and did not stop working. The snake was wrapped around the axle, dry and dead…
And what do we have here?
These are frogs! They certainly stay here to keep cool. What an idea!
Later on, we continue our trip accross the tableland and went on another bike ride, which is more adapted for motorbike. All the way up was good until…
… I crashed on the way down. The track was really slippery, not wet but there was lots of rocks rolling under my tyres. I couldn’t stop. I tried but… bang! ouch!
Video.
I might have to go to the hospital and see if I need stitches (points de suture) for this one.
We were not far from Herberton and found the hospital quite easily. At first, we came in and no one was there. This place was empty. Fortunately, I wasn’t dying. We walked through the corridor until a guy came finally to us. I called a nurse for us and 5 min later I was lying on a bed/chair. The interesting part is that woman took ages before she take care of my wounds. She was walking around, washing her hands so many times, putting gloves on when she was doing paper work. She asked me all sort of questions, date of birth, nationality, bla bla bla, even my religion! What? Why?
During those 40min, I was waiting, bleeding… Is she going to do something one day or what? Then, finally, she finished filling those papers, took her gloves off (she did not touch me yet) and put them in the rubbish (youhou, just waste of plastic for nothing). Then she washed her hand on more time, chose a new pair of glove and start taking care of me…
But this is not finished yet. She has just started. Before putting her gloves, she applied some anti-bacterial product (why?), then pour some dressing in a container to dip some tissues in using a kind of plastic pliers. Hey, do I look like I’ve got Ebola? This is just a wound! Nothing is broken, every is fine, almost.
Finally, she half cleaned my arm and my leg and told me that I might have to go to the Atherton Hospital for stitches. The worse is, I will have to ask at the same silly questions again. No, they can’t send them my informations to accelerate the process. I don’t like this modern system where everything is about security, identity and paperwork. What about the patients? Do you care or the business is more important than the people? I think so.
Well, I finally came out of this useless hospital with bandage all other my leg and arm. I looked like I was coming from the war or something. I feel they make me more sick and week than I was before. Martin asked me if I wanted to go right now to the Atherton hospital, knowing that it would take minimum 2 hours, so we decided to come back to possum valley and deal with Paul who has certainly more skills than this nurse. What a day! fortunately, I did not break a arm because I would be dead by now haha :-)
Euh ! Les blessures de guerre c’était pas obligé !! Bon, tu avais le sourire, ça rassure ! C’est bizarre quand vous avez du porter les vélos le chemin ne donnait pas l’impression d’être si difficile que ça !Sans doute les effets de la caméra !