Thursday, March 25, 2010

rambling, rocks and rodents

In the 1980's I was quite active in a bushwalking club.

We walked mostly within NSW but occasionally ventured further afield.

Below are a few more slide scans from a 6 day walk through the Snowy Mountains between Boxing Day and New Years Eve 1985. Most of this walk was off-track, using topographic maps of the area and compass navigation.

One of the things that was memorable about this particular walk was my encounter with bush rats.

It was our first nights camp and the weather had closed in so that it looked as if rain or even snow, was inevitable. As we were close to the popular public areas of the National Park, there was a conveniently located hut nearby which offered shelter from the elements.

It comprised of basically an open plan shed containing a number of bunk beds without mattresses, and a simple fuel stove. There were two small hiking groups sharing the facilities that night so beds were in short supply. I was there with my mate Paul and we generously offered to put our sleeping bags on the floor and sleep there. After all, this really was no different to being in a tent.

After lights out it wasn't long before we could all hear the scrabbling and scratching of rats in the hut. They had found the rubbish and were busily tearing into the old foil packs and other scraps. One of them must have found a piece of rubbish that had formed a natural megaphone because the noise it started making was extremely LOUD!

But most people, comfortably off the floor, appeared to ignore the noise and according to the snores,proceeded to fall asleep. I, on the other hand, lay there eyes wide open playing scenes from Willard over in my head.

After half an hour or so (which in the dark with rats seemed like 3 or 4 hours) I started to feel sleepy and was ready to drift off.

Suddenly I felt a heavy object scurry across my sleeping bag at knee level.

I sat bolt upright and grabbed my torch. It's beam searched the floor until in the distance I could see several bush rats staring at my torchlight, their eyes glittering like luminescent pearly discs.

Now fear and loathing notwithstanding, these bush rats were huge. Not big. Huge. I tried to Google a bush rat picture to show you - but they all looked cute and cuddly and nothing like the actual demonic beasts of my memory.

I slunk lower into my sleeping back and pulled the cord around its hood tight so that the barest minimum of face was exposed - just enough to facilitate breathing. And so i tried yet again to fall asleep with the scrabbling and squeaking going on all around me.

Finally sleep began to overtake me when all of a sudden I felt scratching on the back of my sleeping bag hood against my scalp.

That's why the next morning, the rest of the hikers found me fast asleep on the dining table.


the rat hut


tor


landscape + camouflage


snowgum


snowpatch


landscape


climbing


small lake


small lake2


small lake3


mist


low cloud


evening camp


icy swim


campsite

Friday, March 19, 2010

bergen by bicycle

Here are a few more photos from the slide scanner. These are from one of my first visits to Norway - a country I have now been to innumerable times and feel a close affinity to. (Perhaps I was a viking in a past life?!!)

This was part of the 1986 Cycling-Europe trip I did with one of my closest friends Paul. Norway was the first time we had to ride on the opposite side of the road that we were used to.

The ferry over from the north of England took over 24 hours to get to Bergen on the West coast of Norway.(Sadly there is no longer a ferry service between the UK and Norway) The trip hit some fairly rough water and Paul was as sick as a dog. People really do look green when sea sick!

We were exceptionally fortunate to meet 3 great Norwegians on the ferry who were returning to Bergen after a driving holiday in the UK. So while Paul spent the night upchucking, I sat up and chatted with our new friends for the entire night.

We were then invited to stay with them, and they spent a week entertaining us and showing us their city. They have remained extremely good friends ever since.


beautiful stave church near bergen later deliberately burnt down.


boatshed near bergen


fjord near bergen


paul waiting for a small ferry to take us across the fjord


cycling rest stop midway across norway - this days ride was over 200kms


landscape between bergen and oslo

Monday, March 1, 2010

scanning the past

I recently bought myself a slide scanner.



A nifty little device which has allowed me to revisit some very old pictures I took 24 years ago.

It is far from perfect as reproducing from a positive transparency is difficult. I needed to use a fair amount of Photoshop to try and make the image a little more presentable after the scanning.

Below is a before and after image showing the difference.




I was on a year long trip which began with a month in Japan where I went to see the snow festival in Sapporo on the north island of Hokkaido. These snow festivals seem fairly common these days in various parts of the world, but I think Sapporo back in the '80's was one of very few places holding this type of festival.

Apart from enormous one third scale reproductions of well known international buildings, there were also numerous giant 3D representations of popular comic characters. In addition there was also a section in the centre of the city devoted to ice sculpture carving.