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October 12th 2000
Published: December 3rd 2020
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We spent a couple of weeks with our three youngsters in the relative warmth of North Queensland. First stop was Great Keppel Island off the coast of Yeppoon. We landed at Rockhampton, and nervously boarded a small six seater aircraft for the short flight out to the island. Eight year old Scott was then very much into anything airborne, and had been salivating for several weeks at the thought of a trip in a small plane. Nine eleven was still a year away, so we probably weren't all that shocked when the pilot asked him if he wanted to take the controls for a few minutes mid-flight. I think Scott knew a bit too much about what could go wrong. He politely declined. No problem thought the pilot, we'll get five year old Emma to fly the plane. Now I've heard stories about captains of large airliners in Russia getting their young offspring to fly their planes, and they've usually ended in reports of firey crashes with "no survivors". I think our trusty pilot could have grabbed control back using his own joystick if he needed to, or at least I hope he could have.

I couldn't help but remember the last time I'd flown to a Queensland Island. It was in the late 1970s with a group of five Uni friends. As Uni students do, we'd driven the two thousand or so kilometres from Melbourne to North Queensland in a combi van and a ute, camping on the roadside along the way. We wanted to visit Lindeman Island in the Whitsundays. As might also be expected of Uni students, we were in a pub in Proserpine one evening, and happened to get talking to a middle aged guy who told us he was a trainee pilot. He was keen to get his hours up so offered to fly us out to Lindeman the next day for the cost of the fuel. We met him at the airport the following morning, and off we set. I was sitting up the front next to him, and all seemed to be going smoothly at first. He pointed out the Lindeman runway up ahead. It was grass, and sat on a plateau on top of the island's highest hill. As we came in, it became clear that there was a strong cross wind. Our trusty pilot seemed to be approaching with the plane at a very distinct angle to the runway's alignment, presumably because of the wind, and just as he was about to land he suddenly straightened it up. I don't think he'd done the lesson where they tell you that the front and rear wheels are supposed to land at about the same time, and the front wheels came down hard while the back wheels were still well and truly airborne. The front wheels then lifted off again as the back wheels landed. This process was repeated multiple times as we kangaroo-hopped along the grass for a few hundred metres. Things clearly weren't going to plan. Eventually he turned to me and told me that he couldn't bring the landing under control. He said that he'd have to take off again, and loop around and have another go. I turned around to see how my mates were coping with all of this. Blood seemed to have completely drained from all their faces, and the fabric they make airplane seats out of must be really tough to have survived the finger nails that were being driven into it. We lived to tell the tale, but I do often wonder how I managed to survive the many foolish escapades of my youth.

Great Keppel Island is the largest of the eighteen islands in the Keppel Group, and seems to have had a fairly chequered history as a tourist destination. Our accommodation was very basic motel style rooms, which was fine. The resort was small and quiet, with a couple of nice pools, and it fronted a calm sandy beach. A few years later it became a destination solely for the under 35s and became well known for its advertising campaign. "I got wrecked on Great Keppel Island" was a familiar sight emblazoned on tee shirts across the chests of (predominantly) young ladies around town. It changed hands again in 2006. The existing resort was closed in 2008, and plans were announced for a massive development including 600 hotel rooms and apartments, 1,700 villas, a championship golf course, and a 560 berth marina and ferry terminal. It seems that things didn't go all that well from there. Twelve years later, the only notable achievement was statutory approval of an Environmental Impact Study. Important to get that right of course, but no sooner had the approval gone through than the site was put up for sale again. Glad we didn't invest in that one.

We spent most of our time there lazing by the pool, and Issy and I spent one very enjoyable evening riding camels along the beach as we watched the sun go down. It was all very pleasant and relaxing.

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Camel Riding

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6th December 2020
Camel Riding

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12th December 2020

"I got wrecked on Great Keppel Island"
Your Uni days flight to Lindeman Island is the stuff of legend...fortunately you lived to tell the tale. When I was at Uni I flew from Sydney to Great Keppel Island and back for a holiday lark in pre-Club Med days in a 4 seater Cessna with 2 other small planes. Our Cherokee had difficulty taking off so our Airforce pilot wisely changed to the Cessna. Took us 2 days to get there! In those days we slept on the beach and the resort was so small that the entertainment was a guy in a Hawaiian shirt with a guitar and a beatbox. There were storms on the way back so 2 of the planes did not risk it but one of my mates was desperate to get back for work so we flew below the radars and at times were only at altitudes of 100 feet or so which was pretty hairy. Like you we made it to tell the tale. Will always remember Great Keppel...Great times!!!
13th December 2020

Flying adventures
I've still got no idea how I survived those years, and sounds like you don't either. We had a pilot mate who offered to fly us all over to King Island for the day to play golf. Half way out over Bass Strait he started doing aerobatic stunts unannounced. There were golf clubs flying all around the cabin. Then on the way back, he flew what felt to us to be about twenty metres off the ground right up the rugged west coast of the island. He said if he got caught they'd probably tear up his licence. And to think that I now constantly worry about our kids, and I'm sure they don't get up to anything half as hairy as I did..... Btw I've been keeping half an eye on your Russian blogs during lockdown. Have you actually been there while COVID was going on, or is this rather a catchup on earlier ventures? Fascinating either way.

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