The Waterfall Circuit
We took the Waterfall Circuit to Yungaburra and spent most of the day being guided round the waterfalls by a turkey. He didn’t say much but seemed to know the direction in which we should be heading.
The wetlands & rainforest certainly live up to their names as the rain continues to fall; looking on the bright side the waterfalls we visited today wouldn’t have been as impressive without it. The Waterfall Circuit lies in the heart of the Atherton Tablelands most with well kept short walking tracks enabling us to seen them in all their glory. Each of the falls is a short trek in the wet jungle from the car and usually there are swimming facilities there.
The Millaa Millaa Falls, Zillie and Ellinjaa Falls are in the upper reaches of the Tablelands. We pick up the Mungalli Falls along the Palmerston Highway.
The Curtain Fig Tree
The Curtain Fig Tree is one of Yungaburra’s great tourist attractions. The tree is huge and has created a vast curtain of roots, which drops 15 metres to the ground.
Accommodation for the evening was in the sleepy little town of Yungaburra, barely unchanged since 1910, with many of the original buildings remaining, this included our hotel for the evening ~The Lake Eacham Hotel, known to locals as the ‘Yungaburra Pub’. At the beginning of the holiday we’d agreed that we wanted different experiences especially in terms of the places we spent the night and boy was this an experience ~ with resident ghost in tow! The owner suggested that we looked around all of the 30 hotel rooms and pick whichever one we fancied. Weaving in and out of corridors we find all of the rooms to be very basic but clean; making up tales of what it must have been like staying in the early 1900s . In it’s heyday this grand hotel with its impressive federation architecture, using locally felled and milled timbers like cedar and silly oak would have been splendid and today retains much of its old world charm if a tad basic and tired.
Having secured our room for the night, which wasn’t difficult as we were the only tourists in town [!] we set off to explore the village and came upon a second hand bookshop (Spencer and Murphy Booksellers) where we spent an enjoyable afternoon having coffee with a couple of Germans. Helmet was from East Germany and had escaped to West Germany 55 years ago ‘across the wire’; Kurt was originally from West Germany; an historian he had traveled all over the world studying different communities; a couple of interesting hours passed listening to their stories.
Back to the hotel for a quick change and dinner in the hotel as its Tuesday evening and all the other eating places in town are closed. The bar is full of locals with a pool match going on, the menu has an extensive vegetarian option for Madeleine ~ cheese & tomato toastie, we ask if they could rustle up an omelette and are told that they don’t have the facilities to do this so a toastie it is as the rest of the gang tuck into steak & freshly caught fish!