Little Crystal Creek outside Townsville

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 36-year-old bookmark (give or take a few years) and I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).

Today’s travel notes

Little Crystal Creek is about one hour’s drive along Bruce Highway, heading north from Townsville in Tropical North Queensland. The road winds steeply up from sea level to the pools and falls of Little Crystal Creek. The trip is a little daunting, especially if, like this worm, you’re not fond of heights. But once you reach the creek, it’s well worth it.

The book I’m in

ashley bell by Dean Koontz. This book is right up my street. A good story with a touch of the supernatural that’s keeping me guessing.

Recommended restaurant

jks Delicatessen, in Ingham, about 45 minutes’ drive north of Little Crystal Creek. Try the pastries and the coffee!

The photos

Me in a somewhat intimate encounter with the wildlife at Little Crystal Creek. This scarlet dragonfly was persistent and curious:

A tall, growth-encrusted tree marks the spot:

Pools glow like jewels:

A stone arch bridge built during the depression of the 1930s crosses the creek:

The creek falls down the hill in a series of little falls and pools:

I leave the scarlet dragonfly to rule the roost:

That’s all for today, folks.

Townsville: crocs, stingers, and tranquility

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 36-year-old bookmark (give or take a few years) and I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).

Today’s travel notes

Townsville is a city in Tropical North Queensland, on the north east coast of Australia. It’s a quiet place. In the dry season, that is, when there are no tropical storms in the offing. When the deadly jellyfish have retreated from the shores. And if no salt-water crocodiles lurk in the shallows.

The book I’m in

ashley bell by Dean Koontz. This book is right up my street. A good story with a touch of the supernatural that’s keeping me guessing.

Recommended restaurant

The Great Jewel of India, Flinders Street, Townsville. The service is fast and friendly, and the food is delicious.

The photos

The Strand in Townsville, where the Coral Sea laps gently against the Australian land mass. A sign warns of dangerous swimming, deadly jellyfish, and recently-spotted salt-water crocodiles.

This worm probably wouldn’t choose to walk a dog so close to the shoreline where a saltie might lurk.

Jonathan and his mates enjoy a moment of quiet reflection on The Strand, with Magnetic Island as a backdrop:

Motorised scooters line up with the aerial roots of fig trees:

Customs House, a 120-year-old building of red brick and colonnades, with a tower for observing the passage of ships:

Former Telecasters North Queensland Ltd Building, seen from ANZAC Park:

A cafe occupies a corner of this lovely old building:

To finish off with, I’ll leave you with a tranquil view of Magnetic Island from The Strand:

That’s all for today, folks.

Mission Beach, home of the Cassowary

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 36-year-old bookmark (give or take a few years) and I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).

Today’s travel notes

Last weekend, the TC and I were in Tropical North Queensland. It was our first trip in more than a year, due to a global pandemic that’s currently holding sway over the world. We spent the bulk of our time in Townsville, but on Saturday we ventured north to a little place called Mission Beach.

This worm was impressed by the sheer chutzpah of Mission Beach. A small place on the large continent of Australia, Mission Beach might not shout out to travellers as a highly visible place on the map, except for one consideration: Mission Beach is home to the closest thing we have to a living dinosaur: Casuarius casuarius johnsonii.

The book I’m in

ashley bell by Dean Koontz. This book is right up my street. A good story with a touch of the supernatural that’s keeping me guessing.

Travel tips

Choose the dry season (May to October) to visit Tropical North Queensland. When we hit the area, the weather was ideal. The days were warm to hot, at around 28℃ maximum. The air cooled down nicely in the late afternoon, and early mornings were a pleasure.

The photos

Me and one of the many warning signs that Cassowaries roam these climes:

Weighing in at around 60 kilograms, a Cassowary is a bird not to be taken lightly. It has a strong, pointy beak at the top end and a long, sharp claw at the bottom end. It runs at around 50 kilometres per hour, and swims certainly better than this worm can. Imagine my despair then, dear reader, when the TC announced that we were to go in search of this very behemoth.

And lo, we found one!

One thing to the bird’s disadvantage is that it can’t fly. At worst, if attacked, I could entrust myself to the vagaries of a passing breeze and hope to escape in its tender embrace. The TC has posted pics and videos of this bird on her blog, aptly titled, In search of a dinosaur uh Cassowary. Drop by there if you’d like to see more.

This worm says, let’s move on to more about the town of Mission Beach! After all, this blog is about me. Oh, and about places and travel and things to see. But primarily about me.

Me on the eponymous Mission Beach:

In the above picture, the camera view looks northwards from the middle of Mission Beach towards Clump Point Lookout.

Other worms have found a home here too, it seems:

Tiny crabs leave patterns of sand balls, dug up to create their homes:

This view of the beach looks south towards the stinger net in the distance:

The stinger net carves out a section of the sand and sea, keeping it relatively safe for human swimmers during marine stinger season. Marine stingers are jellyfish that can cause serious pain and even death for people. This worm advises to steer clear of stingers. And of Cassowaries.

Dunk Island looms enticingly in the distance:

Here’s the main drag of Mission Beach town, just a short crawl from the beach, where you can grab a tasty meal and browse other wares:

That’s all for today, folks.

Christchurch, New Zealand

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 36-year-old bookmark (give or take a few years) and I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).

Today’s travel notes

I’m fond of New Zealand. It’s my opinion that the people are honourable and forthright. Last weekend, me and the TC took a two-day trip to Christchurch on New Zealand’s South Island. With around 380,000 inhabitants, Christchurch is the second-largest city of New Zealand after Auckland in terms of population.

Ten years ago, Christchurch and surrounds were hit by two earthquakes. The first quake was a magnitude 7.1 in September 2010. The second quake in February 2011, though smaller (magnitude 6.2), caused far more damage to an already weakened city. Aftershocks continued throughout the year.

Reading a factual account of the 2011 earthquake is like reading a horror story. The ground below the city turned to sludge and squirted up into the streets. Buildings that had survived the 2010 quake succumbed to the second one, with devastating results. 185 people died. Parts of the city were closed down for years while people worked to make them safe.

Today, when you stroll the city streets, all is calm and peaceful. Children roll by on bicycles. People enjoy ice creams beside the river. A historic tram trundles past with tourists beaming through the windows. You’d be forgiven if you didn’t notice much amiss. But the amount of empty ground strikes you as strange, even if subconsciously. You wonder why there are so many gravel-covered plots governed by a temporary-looking Wilson Parking sign. You notice the buildings that look on the verge of falling down. Some have jagged cracks in the masonry, bolted together with metal plates.

I came away with feelings of peace and respect for the city and its people.

The book I’m in

A Shimmer of Hummingbirds by Steve Burrows. This is my first taste of the birder murders. It’s good. Try one!

Travel tips

Take the time to absorb the calm and peace of the city.

Recommended restaurant

Bacon Bros Present Shaka Bros, Oxford Terrace, Christchurch. It’s a hamburger joint with a good choice of burgers for all. The service is friendly and professional.

The photos

Me overlooking the ruins of a building in central Christchurch:

I don’t know whether the building was a victim of the quake. It seems likely. Currently there’s a water-filled hole in the ground with the building’s supporting structure emerging to provide roosting places for the birds. The site is fenced off, with viewing points for those who want to see what’s behind the high fence.

Two seagulls enjoy the quiet:

A pigeon surveys the city from the top of a concrete pillar:

A block away, Christchurch’s heritage tram click-clacks through a picturesque street of restaurants and shops:

A junction of the tram line, with people waiting at the tram stop on the left (around the pillar, beyond the hanging clothes):

The lovely ChristChurch Cathedral, looking so pretty despite the damage from the earthquakes:

The cathedral was built between 1864 and 1904. It has suffered earthquake damage in 1881, 1888, 1901, 1922, 2010, and the year of earthquakes: 2011.

The front face of the cathedral is currently open to the elements, due to damage during the February 2011 earthquake and subsequent shakes. This is the wall where the round rose window used to be:

The tower and spire used to be on the left of the main hall. The tower has been demolished after earthquake damage and search-and-rescue efforts:

Wikipedia shows how the church looked in 2006. This is what’s left of the spire now:

A forlorn piece of the cathedral lies on the paving:

But life goes on. Reconstruction of the cathedral is under way. Bringing back the bells:

Meanwhile, the people of Christchurch get on with it:

Other buildings are still under repair too:

The Avon River / Ōtākaro runs through the city:

People stroll the streets and ride the tram:

Down in the port of Lyttelton, iron bands hold earthquake damage at bay:

Dire warnings of danger protect the unwary:

An atmospheric shot from a tidal beach on the Christchurch peninsula:

That’s all for today, folks.

Walkway above the treetops in Lipno nad Vltavou, Czech Republic

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 36-year-old bookmark (give or take a few years) and I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).

Today’s travel notes

Me and the TC took the short drive from Český Krumlov to Lipno nad Vltavou when we were in the Czech Republic earlier this week. Just outside the village of Lipno nad Vltavou is a ski resort and entertainment complex, including a treetop walkway.

The book I’m in

We Are Legion (We Are Bob): Bobiverse, by Dennis E Taylor. The TC has just started this book. I predict I’ll find myself tucked into many more of the Bobiverse series.

Travel tips

Dress warmly. It’s a trifle chilly when you’re above the treetops, even in September.

Recommended restaurant

Cafe Retro in Český Krumlov. A haven of good food and professional, friendly service.

The photos

Me at the bottom of the treetop walkway in Lipno nad Vltavou:

The ski lift offers a good way to get from the village to the treetop walkway:

Another view of the walkway tower:

Half way up the walkway, and half way up the tree trunks, I sneaked up on a bird. It’s as well to keep behind these creatures, as their front end has a tendency to nip:

Approaching the top:

The view from the top is stupendous. This is not it:

The TC, bless her cotton socks, was close to the top of the tower when she took the above shot. She gets a little nervous around heights, and didn’t care to take her phone out of her bag at the very top. I stayed safely tucked into my book too, just peeking over the top to take in the view.

That’s all for today, folks.

Cesky Krumlov in Czech Republic

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 36-year-old bookmark (give or take a few years) and I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).

Today’s travel notes

Me and the TC spent three days in Český Krumlov, a town in the Czech Republic close to the border with Austria. It’s approximately two and a half hours’ drive from Prague. The town is chocolate-box beautiful, complete with castle, river, and red roofs set of against green green fields.

Word of the day

Sgraffito is a technique for decorating walls, where the artist applies layers of plaster in different colours, then scratches through the layers to create a colourful design.

The book I’m in

We Are Legion (We Are Bob): Bobiverse, by Dennis E Taylor. The TC has just started this book. I predict I’ll find myself tucked into many more of the Bobiverse series.

Travel tips

If you’re driving, park the car outside the old centre and walk into the town. It’s a pretty stroll, and you need a permit to enter some of the streets by car.

Recommended restaurant

Laibon in Český Krumlov. Good food, a pretty view on a river bank, and professional service with plenty of smiles.

The photos

Me and Peg overlooking the roofs of Český Krumlov from a niche in the castle wall:

Approaching the town from the east, you see the castle and an expanse of green:

We entered the old town centre, into a world of coloured walls and cobbled streets:

Framed artwork stood between windows on the external walls of the buildings:

The buildings in the town are liberally decorated with sgraffito drawings, giving the impression of depth on an essentially flat surface:

More decorative buildings in the town centre:

When we were in Prague, we noticed the liberal use of sgraffito too. The next shot in Český Krumlov shows a design with murals as well as abstract designs:

Musicians on Lazebnický bridge:

The town is on the Vltava, the same river that runs through Prague. Here’s an evening view of the Vltava river from Lazebnický bridge:

Český Krumlov Castle, seen from Lazebnický bridge in the evening:

The castle dates from 1240. As is usual for such buildings, it has seen a variety of owners over the centuries. It is now a national monument owned by the state.

Here’s the same view of the castle shot during the day:

The castle has a moat, as you’d expect. Perhaps what you wouldn’t expect is that the moat is home to bears rather than water as a deterrent to unwanted visitors:

The imposing entrance to the castle:

The town, seen from the castle wall:

A corridor leading from one castle courtyard to another:

An archway and decorated eaves forming the exit from the castle grounds:

Back in the town centre, we walked past St Vitus church and popped in for a look. It’s a gorgeous Gothic, dating from the 14th century:

Leaving the old town centre through a decorative archway:

That’s all for today, folks.

Street scenes in Fatih and Beyoglu, Istanbul

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 36-year-old bookmark (give or take a few years) and I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).

Today’s travel notes

Me and the TC spent a few days in the colourful city of Istanbul recently. This worm has posted a few notes about specific sights in the city. Now’s the time to say goodbye, with a few general street scenes.

Word of the day

The word cat is nearly the same in all European languages. Cats decided to start hanging around human habitations around 9,000 to 12,000 years ago. Rats and mice came to the farmers’ crops. Cats came to catch the rats and mice. Humans gave the cats warmth and more food. Worms kept out of everyone’s way as much as possible.

The book I’m in

Live Wire, by Harlan Coben. This worm enjoys the no-frills style of this author’s prose. The style contrasts nicely with the tangled web of family intrigue and big-world evil that reader and hero have to weave their way through together.

Travel tips

Take the time to look around the streets and smile at the people while making your way from one tourist attraction to the next.

The photos

People in the Fatih district of Istanbul, near the Grand Bazaar:

Public transport in Istanbul is excellent, offering a choice of bus, tram, or metro. Here’s a tram coming down the busy Divan Yolu Cd near the Hagia Sophia:

The Şişhane Metro stop in the Beyoğlu area of Istanbul:

A view of Istanbul’s historic peninsula seen from Beyoğlu on the northern side of the Golden Horn. On the right is the Galatah Bridge. The Golden Horn is an inlet of the Bosphorus:

The district of Beyoğlu is known for its entertainment, art, and night life. Here are a couple of street scenes in the area:

Cats watch as you pass by:

That’s all for today, folks.

Grand Bazaar in Istanbul

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 36-year-old bookmark (give or take a few years) and I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).

Today’s travel notes

Me and the TC dipped our toes into the Brand Bazaar, a large covered market in Istanbul. We visited approximately six of the bazaar’s 61 covered streets. So, that leaves a few to explore in our next visit.

Word of the day

Saffron is the most expensive spice in the world. It comes from the flower of a lily, Crocus sativus. To produce the spice, people collect and dry the stigma and styles (threads) from the flower and heat them on a sieve. Most saffron is produced in Iran.

The book I’m in

Live Wire, by Harlan Coben. This worm enjoys the no-frills style of this author’s prose. The style contrasts nicely with the tangled web of family intrigue and big-world evil that reader and hero have to weave their way through together.

The photos

Me at an entrance to the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul:

The road leading to the entrance features a row of character-filled buildings:

Ancient and modern combine – the shop to the left of the market entrance advertises Bitcoin:

Inside the Grand Bazaar:

Construction of the Grand Bazaar started in 1455, making it one of the oldest covered markets in the world. People continued adding shops and sections to the market over the years. By the beginning of the 17th century, the market had more or less the same shape as it does now.

Saffron, spices, and Turkish Delight add to the colour and smells:

Arches receding into the distance, topped by a small window to let in air and light:

People enjoying refreshments and a break in older part of the market:

The bazaar offers more than 4,000 shops in 61 covered streets. Sections of the market have different characteristics. In the next photo, the ceiling is higher and darker, with the shops perched in glass boxes below it:

That’s all for today, folks.

Blue Mosque in Istanbul

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 36-year-old bookmark (give or take a few years) and I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).

Today’s travel notes

Me and the TC spent a week in Turkey recently. The Sultan Ahmed Mosque, known as the Blue Mosque, was on our itinerary. The TC, bless her cotton socks, confided that she was rather dreading the experience, as she felt she’d be viewed as a second class person, being a woman, and she’d have to cover her head with a scarf. She probably would not have entered, except that the rest of our group was planning to visit the mosque. Afterwards, she said it wasn’t as disturbing as she’d expected, since the other women looked happy and comfortable in their scarves too.

The book I’m in

We Are Legion (We Are Bob): Bobiverse, by Dennis E Taylor. The TC has just started this book. I predict I’ll find myself tucked into many more of the Bobiverse series.

Travel tip

If you’re a woman, take a headscarf with you. You need to don the scarf and doff your shoes before entering the mosque. If you don’t have a scarf, the mosque attendants supply you with one. They also give you a plastic bag for carrying your shoes around. You hand in the bag for recycling when you leave.

The photos

Me and a cup of coffee on a table in Turkey. It’s nowhere near Istanbul or the Blue Mosque::

The Blue Mosque, seen from Kabasakal Cd, with the seating of Efsunlu Dünya in the foreground:

Another view of the Blue Mosque, this time from Ayasofya Meydani:

The Ottoman sultan Ahmed I built the Blue Mosque in the years 1609 to 1616, making it much less ancient than the nearby Hagia Sophia.

The inner courtyard:

One of three entrances:

Inside the mosque:

The mosque acquired the name Blue Mosque because people notice quite a bit of blue in the decorations. This worm doesn’t think it’s particularly blue.

Part of the praying area for men:

The praying area for women is much smaller, situated at the rear of the hall.

More of the inside of the mosque:

On leaving the mosque, you emerge on the Sultan Ahmet Cami. This is view of the mosque as you leave:

That’s all for today, folks.

Hagia Sophia cathedral and mosque in Istanbul

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 36-year-old bookmark (give or take a few years) and I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).

Today’s travel notes

Me and the TC are in Istanbul, formerly known as Constantinople. This worm is reminded how little I know about the city and about Turkey in general. The Romans made their mark here as in many places. In fact, Constantinople was the capital city of the Roman Empire in 330–395 AD. The city was named after Constantine, the first Christian emperor of Rome. Christianity and Islam have shared the city and even the same buildings through the centuries. A case in point is the Hagia Sophia (Ayasofya in Turkish).

Word of the day

An apse is an architectural term for a semicircular recess covered with a hemispherical vault or with a partial dome.

The book I’m in

We Are Legion (We Are Bob): Bobiverse, by Dennis E Taylor. The TC has just started this book. I predict I’ll find myself tucked into many more of the Bobiverse series.

Recommended restaurant

Amedros, Hoca Rüstem Sk, İstanbul. Delicious food served with flair and pleasure. A quiet retreat from the busy streets.

The photos

Me inside the Hagia Sophia:

The name Hagia Sophia comes from the Greek words meaning holy wisdom. The above photo shows part of the building’s main dome, the hall, and the apse in the distance. Restoration work is underway, and as a result there’s a huge scaffolding structure on the left.

An external shot of the Hagia Sophia, seen from Ayasofya Meydani (meydan means square or arena):

One of the doorways into the building:

Entering the building, you get the feeling you’re walking in the steps of many, as evidenced by the gently puddled marble:

The hall of the Hagia Sophia, seen from the upper viewing level:

The building started out as Christian church, built in the five-year period from 532 to 537. It was converted to a Muslim mosque in 1453. In 1935 it became a museum.

The apse at one end of the Hagia Sophia has a mosaic of the Virgin and Child, with Muslim symbols all round:

Another view of the main dome, walls, and scaffolding:

This worm found the scaffolding impressive. Then I saw this old ladder from the late 19th century. The thought of climbing it gave me tingles in all my toes:

A beautifully decorated series of arches:

Marble of various colours and patterns:

A cordoned-off area on the ground floor marked the omphalion, where Roman emperors were coronated:

The oldest item this worm saw in the temple dates from the 2nd century BC – a bronze door created for a Hellenistic temple in Tarsus. Emperor Theosophilus moved the door to the Hagia Sophia in the 9th century AD:

Another old door, slightly less ancient, this marble door dates from the 6th century. It’s on the upper viewing level of the Hagia Sophia, where it used to separate the emperor’s private chambers from the more public meeting rooms:

Murals of various styles and periods decorate the walls of the church. This mosaic panel dates from the 11th century and shows Christ on a throne in the middle, with an emperor and empress donating money to the church:

On one of the walls in the upper levels, this worm spotted some ancient graffiti, the work of a Viking imperial guard in the 9th century:

No-one knows what the script says. The only legible bit seems to be part of the name Halfdan. So maybe the script says, Halfdan carved these runes.

The above script boasts a transparent plastic covering for protection, and a plaque explaining its historic importance. Immediately below it, on the vertical side of the wall, is another engraving that boasts no covering and no plaque:

If you know what the above script is, please do let this worm know. I hope it’s a polite bit of writing!

That’s all for today, folks.