“Captain Sponge” Brett Weingarth, better known as “Sponge”, takes groups out onto Pambula Lake and Pambula River to visit the oyster leases and learn about oysters and oyster farming.
It is always a joy to meet someone who loves their work!
Brett Weingarth is an oyster farmer who is so excited about oysters, and the environment they grow in, that he conducts regular tours of the oyster leases on the tidal waters of Pambula Lake (Broadwater), just off Australia’s southeastern Sapphire Coast. Brett grew up “dryland” farming, but moved off the land and onto the water during one of Australia’s worst droughts. He now operates a number of oyster leases on Pambula Lake, the PambulaRiver, and nearby Merimbula Lake. In the process of learning about oyster farming, Brett has also become knowledgeable about region’s coastal waterways and passionate about protecting them. Oysters have been called the ‘canaries of the waterway’– they are an indicator of estuarine health. Therefore, environmental protection projects and local small business models go hand-in-hand.
The waters here are special: this is where the warm, fast flowing East Australian Current,which originates in the tropical Coral Sea, meets and clashes with the cold, nutrient-filled waters running north from Antarctica. The confluence of these two currents results in a rich marine bio-diversity – and a thriving seafood industry. Branded under “Australia’s Oyster Coast”, Pambula oyster growers take advantage of the daily tidal exchange of waters rushing in from the Pacific Ocean, and the fresh water flowing out from the Pambula and Yowaka Rivers, producing three premium export-quality oyster species: endemic Sydney Rock Oysters, the rarer native Angasi, and the popular Pacific Oysters introduced from Japan.
Although the weather didn’t really favour us the day we had booked for our Oyster Tour, at least we didn’t have to get up too early. The tide-tables meant that our Boxing Day tour left around noon, rather than the usual crack-of-dawn start! That gave us plenty of time to digest our Christmas lunch from the day before, and find the jetty that “Captain Sponge’s Magical Oyster Tours” calls home.
Captain Sponge’s Oversized Oyster Punt The “Magical Oyster Tours” boat is functional and sheltered enough for the two-hour cruise around the estuary. Licensed to carry a maximum of 23 people, our smaller group – once they all arrived – had plenty of room on the cushioned benches.
Introductory Briefing Before we push away from the shore, Brett gives us the requisite safety briefing.
Oyster Shells on the Shore And we are off! There is evidence of rich oyster life everywhere we look. For thousand of years before European settlement, Thaua Aboriginal people of the YuinNation caught and ate oysters here: all around the coastline, there are ancient kitchen middens piled high with shells.
Oyster Shack On both sides of the river, oyster trays are tied together on the waters. This tiny oyster shack sports an Australia’s Oyster Coast (AOC) sign, indicating it is part of the AOC growers’ collective.
Disused Oyster Frames
Mangroves on the Foreshore Mangroves are uniquely adapted to brackish tidal waters. In turn, they help protect the shorelines where they live: their roots and breathing tubes reduce erosion, capture nutrients, and shelter small creatures from waves and water movement.
Recreation on the River The extensive twists and arms of the Pambula River make for popular recreation sites – especially in the middle of an Australian summer.
Kayaks Holiday-makers are out with kayaks …
Jet Skis at the Dock … power boats and jet skis.
Aluminium Tinnie at the Oyster Shed I guess the oysters aren’t too worried by all the other activity on the water. Nor do they care about public holidays. People are busy at work at the Broadwater Oyster’s buildings.
Double Kayak I always laugh when I see two people in a kayak: I had an instructor who called these double kayaks “divorce boats”. It can be difficult for two people to stay coordinated, leading to potential struggles maintaining the desired direction.
“Oyster Farm 81/091” There are countless farms on the lake. In numbered lots, oyster baskets stretch out on the waves, …
Neat Rows … running in straight lines in all directions, …
Oyster Lease … or straining in curves against the currents. Clearly, every farmer has their preferred method of growing these popular bivalve molluscs.
Working the Farm There is a lot of work in oyster farming, but Brett says he loves being on the water and choosing his own hours.
Oyster Beds Oysters need to be tumbled around in a semi-controlled way or their shells will become too thin and flat. The trays are covered, protecting them from the sun and from predators.
Brett Goes Overboard! Brett hangs off the side of his punt …
Lifting the Lid … to check the size and health of his crop.
Oysters in their Frame
Fruits of the Farm Oysters have to be eaten (or cooked or processed) fresh. Tour participants had the opportunity to “shuck” fresh oysters with different purpose-built knives before we all got to taste-test the produce.
Sapphire Waters As we are heading back to the dock, there is a break in the weather and the sapphire waters that give this stretch of coastline its name shine through.
Wild Oats XI Before heading home for the day, we stopped at another wharf, one town over: Snug Cove, in Eden, where the crippled maxi yacht Wild Oats XI had limped in after failing to complete the Sydney to Hobart yacht race because of a broken hydraulic ram.
There is always something interesting happening on our local waters.
Our oyster tour was most enjoyable, informative, and – best of all – tasty!
Managing her Eagle Training golden eagles to hunt is physically and mentally demanding. Young Nurguli needs all her strength and a great deal of focus to call her eagle to come to her from a perch at the top of the hill and to land on her gloved arm. The eagle gets fresh fox meat as a reward.
She’s not the first, and she’s not the only one, but she is still a rarity these days: a female Kazakh eagle hunter.
Hunting with golden eagles is a long-standing custom among the Turkic peoples (particularly the Kazakh and Kyrgyz) across the Eurasian steppe. During the 1930s, large numbers of Kazakhs fled from communist-controlled Kazakhstan through the Altai Mountains to Bayan-Ölgii Province in the western corner of Mongolia. They brought with them their Kazakh language and Muslim religion, their pastoral-nomadic lifestyle, and their tradition of hunting with eagles.
One report I read suggested there are “as few as 60 authentic eagle hunters left”. Perhaps the emphasis here is on “authentic” – whatever that means – because more than that number participate in the Eagle Festival in Ulgii (Ölgii) each year. Wikipediaputs the number of eagle hunters in Bayan-Ölgii Aimag alone at about 250.
I already had my tickets to Mongolia in hand when the trailers for the hit documentary movie: The Eagle Huntress were released. The film follows thirteen-year-old Aisholpan Nurgaiv as she captures a young eagle from its nest, trains to become the first female in twelve generations within her family to become an eagle huntress, and goes on to be the first female to enter and win the competition at the annual Eagle Festival.
So, I was thrilled to hear she would be attending and competing in the festival I was travelling to (more about that anon).
I was even more thrilled to hear that the youngest eagle hunter-in-training in the family I was staying with was Nurguli, the patriarch’s 13-year-old granddaughter.
It was a real privilege to follow young Nurguli through the mountains, as her grandfather Sarkhad, and her uncles Razdak and Jakslak worked with their huge golden birds, and helped the teenager train hers.
Mounted Kazakhs with Eagles Female golden eagles are much larger than their male counterparts, and are therefore able to bring down heavier prey. They are also considered better hunters. Fledgeling female eagles are taken from their nests and hand raised by the eagle hunters. Teaching the young eagle to come when called involves starting from the top of a hill.
Family Group The eagle hunters rest near the top of the hill before launching the birds to be caught at the bottom. The leather hoods that the raptors wear to keep them calm will stay on until the hunters are ready to release the birds to flight. The hunters themselves all wear handmade, colourfully embroidered velvet outfits when they are working or competing with their birds. Their hats are trimmed with fox fur their eagles have caught for them.
Incoming Eagle The eagle is called to the handler with a loud whistle. Young Nurguli looks so small on the hill, as her bird – which can reach speeds of 240 to 320 kilometres per hour (150 to 200 mph) when diving after prey – comes in to land.
Catching her Golden Eagle Average female wing length for golden eagles in this region is from 65 to 72 cm (26 to 28 in). This raptor’s overall wingspan is greater than Nurguli’s height; she has to really brace herself for the bird’s landing.
The Eagle has Landed Once her eagle has its reward of fresh meat, Nurguli takes hold of the jesses so that she has better control of her bird.
Training her Eagle Eagle training takes time. The whole process of calling and catching her eagle is repeated; Nurguli hands her hooded eagle to her uncle, who carries it up the hill for another release.
Waiting for her Eagle Grandfather Sarkhad gives Nurguli some pointers ….
Waiting for her Eagle … before leaving her to wait alone and call her bird.
Eagle Landing The powerful bird nearly knocks Nurguli over as it comes into land. You need to keep your bare skin well away from raptor beaks and claws: many an eagle hunter – including one of Nurguli’s uncles – bears the scars of eagle handling gone wrong!
Nurguli and her Eagle Nurguli is a quiet, solemn girl. She did her best to ignore the small group of photographers following her around – a task made easier for her by the lack of a shared language. She lit up, however, when she was handling her bird.
Eagle Hunters x Four
Eagle Hunters Horseback Mongolian horses are small, fearless, half wild, and unbelievably tough. They are an essential means of transport in this rugged environment.
Nurguli on Horseback The eagle hunters have fashioned a pole system so that their birds can perch while riding horseback. Female golden eagles can weigh around 6.35 kg (14.0 lb), which is heavy to carry for any length of time.
Hunters on the Hill
Nurguli Running Nurguli runs back down the hill …
Catching her Eagle … to effect another eagle-catch.
Managing her Eagle As Nurguli rewards her beautiful raptor, …
Managing her Eagle … we can admire the power in those long wings, pointed beak, …
Golden Eagle in a Hood … and long, sharp talons.
Sarkhad and Nurguli It was lovely to watch the generations of family working together, passing traditions and knowledge forward.
Nurguli and her Eagle
Eagle Hunters on a Ridge A couple of days later, at the top of another rocky ridge …
Eagle Huntress on a Ridge … Nurguli was taking her turn at launching a golden eagle – a feat that takes some strength.
Nurguli Young Nurguli is the face of the future for Mongolia’s Kazakh eagle hunters.
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Rocks on the Hill There is no shortage of rock in Mongolia. On our last day of driving across the country, we lunched in the shelter of the fascinating stone formations and tumbled granite on a high ridge, not far from Nogoonnuur in Mongolia’s western-most province of Bayan-Ölgii.
A serpentine track of crushed rock switches back and forth across the almost-empty Mongolian landscape.
One has to wonder why there are so many bends in a road of ruts and rocks and puddles when it only has to cross a relatively flat plateau! Yet, our Russian UAZ (Ulyanovsky Avtomobilny Zavod) four-wheel-drives refuse to follow a straight line – or even a long curve.
I – and a small group of photographic enthusiasts – were in the care of Mongolian guides G and Segi of Shaman Tours, and photographers Jeffrey Chapman and Winslow Lockhart from Within the Frame. We were on the long road west from Ulaanbaatar. On this, our sixth day of bumping across the country towards the Golden Eagle Festival in Bayan-Ölgii, West Mongolia, we set out from Uureg Lake in the Altai Mountains and drove into dustings of snow falling in flat light. Outside our truck windows, granite boulders were coloured by rusty-pink lichen. Rocky plains were punctuated by clumps of sparse yellow grass, stunted bushes in soft rust, sage, and yellow-green, and of course, by rocky cairns and litter.
Always, the litter! Plastic bags, plastic bottles, and toilet paper. The Mongolian landscape – unspoiled by buildings, infrastructure or formal roadways, was never-the-less covered in litter.
It was the last segment of our journey west across this vast landscape, towards our destination in Mongolia’s westernmost province, where we would pitch our ger camp for several days. Our drivers continued to thread their sturdy, utilitarian vehicles through flooded rivers, over rocks, rocks and more rocks, and finally along the side of a gravel mountain that had slid down itself …
Often, it was best to ignore the “road” and just appreciate the scenery!
Morning on Uuleg Lake Day dawns cold over Uureg Lake and the Altai Mountains as we set off on the last day of driving westward.
View from the Truck Our UAZ follows the winding, pitted dirt tracks west into the snowy hills. (iPhone6)
Rocky Peak After a long morning of bumping over dirt and gravel, we reached the plateau between Uvz and Bayan-Ölgii provinces …
Rocks Formations … where we stopped for a lunch break among the fallen granite boulders.
Lichen on the Rocks Not much grows in this windswept environment: a few lichens on the rough granite, …
Grass in the Rocks … and clumps of dry grasses tucked into rocky crevices.
Tumbled Boulders Fallen granite boulders are piled in heaps …
Rocks on the Hill … and scattered across the sandy ground.
Packing up Lunch When our meal is finished, our chef Yagaanaa and her team pack up the dedicated kitchen-truck.
Rocks on the Plateau The mountains stretch off into the distance either side of us.
Rocky River The landscape on the other side of the plateau, into Bayan-Ölgii province, is subtly coloured: river-rocks and autumnal grasses and trees. (iPhone6)
River Crossing We have to cross a number of rocky waterways; … (iPhone6)
River Crossing … several without the benefit of bridges or causeways.
Rivers Winding Onward we travel, across endless twisting rivers, through flooded valleys, and over rocks, rocks, and more rocks.
Endless Plains We are sitting at a reasonable altitude here: high in the Mongolian Altay, nestled in that triangle of Mongolia between Russia and China. (iPhone6)
Dead Village Our next stop is at the ruins of a deserted village. Derelict houses or factories sit at the foot of a gravel hill …
Wrecks on the Foreshore … and rusted wrecks of cars and machinery lie on the foreshore of a lake – Dund Lake, I think.
Barbed Wire
Rusted Vehicles It’s as if the rusted bits have been blown against the wire fencing.
Rusted Refuse The ground at our feet is littered with skeletal bits of animal and vehicle.
City in the Distance Another hour on the roads, and the provincial capital of Ölgii (Ulgii) swims into view in the distance.
Mosque outside the City Bayan-Olgii is Mongolia’s only Kazakh-majority Muslim province, and is, therefore, culturally very different from the rest of the predominantly Buddhist country.
Houses outside the City The late afternoon autumn sun lights up new houses on the outskirts of Ölgii.
Inside my Ger Finally! I have my room for the next several nights – a large ger on a grassy field. Even with the bare bulb and the fire lit, it is dark: this photo is taken at ISO 25600 on 16 mm at f/2.8 and 1/60 sec, and it still needed boosting in Lightroom!
After a long day of bouncing in our vehicles, it was a relief to get out and explore the markets of Ölgii. The shops had a haphazard, “wild west” feel, but we were able to stock up on necessities, like wine, and blankets and warm socks. We also bought gifts for our host Kazakh family, whom we would finally meet the next day.
Is it possible that I was going to miss all that driving? For the first half of the night, the blazing fire in my wood-heater warmed my ger to sauna-like temperatures, and I slept in fevered dreams of bumping across rough roads …
Guard in an Alcove The security detail in Amer Fort – which is perched on a hill outside Rajasthan’s capital, Jaipur – is ready with a smile for the visitor.
When I think of northern India, it is the incredible Rajput (Hindu) and Mughal (Islamic) architecture of Rajasthan that I remember: fortified walls and sandstone edifices climbing across hillsides; exquisite turrets floating in the hot, dusty air; delicate lattice work shielding windows and casting intricate shadow patterns in the cloistered rooms behind them.
But, I also think of the people: tall, elegant people with dark eyes and quick smiles; casually seated in corners or lounging in doorways – almost as if they are waiting for someone with a camera to notice how perfectly they compliment their surroundings. Without hesitation, they pose, or they hug the foreign tourist and lean in for a quick “selfie” with their new “friend”.
Amer (Amber) Fort, in Amber (or Amer – the spelling seems to be interchangeable!), the small town 11 kilometers from Jaipur whichwas Rajasthan’s capital until 1727, has both: magnificent architecture and people ready and willing to be photographed.
Amer Fort From the other side of Maotha Lake, we can see the paths zig-zagging up the hill towards different fortress entry gates.
Hindu Shrine You are never far from a Hindu shrine in India! This small one honouring Lord Brahma affords a view of the extensive fort on the hill.
Dil Aram Bagh and Hillside Ruins On the northern end of the lake, we will cross past the pergolas in the 18th century Dil Aaram Bagh garden.
Young Women A group of women who have finished their morning visit of the fort pause for a quick picture.
Feeding the Birds Our guide DV took a few minutes to feed the pigeons before we rounded the lake.
Fort on the Lake
Fresh Food Cart
Women on the Steps On the steps, women in their colourful saris stop to rest and chat.
Woman in the Ruins Near the ruins at the top of hill, I came across the incongruous sight of a woman in a beautiful sari searching through the rubble; I have no idea what she was hoping to find.
View from the Hill From the top, there are views back over town, and to the fortified walls that continue along the ridge of the hills in the distance.
Family on the Steps At another rise in the stairs, a large group gathers for a rest.
Angel-Face The youngest member of the group was very excited with her orange soft drink. Nail polish and kohl or eyeliner is common on children in India.
Security Guard There is a visible security presence around the fort, …
Security Guard … but the guards are all very friendly.
Ganesh Pol Entrance The palace buildings are beautiful; this shot is an old one from my first visit in 2008.
Visitors to the Fort Amer Fort is one of India’s most-visited forts; most of those visitors are from other parts of the country.
Visitors to the Fort A young couple poses at a window overlooking the fortress turrets and hills behind.
Marble Arches A courtyard houses the Diwan-e-Aam (Hall of Public Audience) with its beautiful marble pillars.
Ornate Entry All the buildings around the various courtyards are intricately decorated.
Mirrored Rooms The Diwan-e-Khas (Hall of Private Audiences) is the best known part of the fort: …
Mirrored Wall Detail … the elaborate decorations were crafted using glass imported from Belgium.
“Mirrored” Sheesh Mahal
Domes on the Hill The palace rises up four levels, each around a courtyard.
Latticed Views Ornate lattices look out over the upper courtyard and the hills behind.
Door Detail
Painted Wall Detail
Upper Courtyard Garden There are new delights at every turn.
Rooftop Rooms
Women in a Window
Guards at Ease
I never tired of wandering around these buildings, admiring the craftsmanship and the architecture, and taking impromptu portraits of people in the various nooks and crannies.
But, I had an appointed time to reconnect with my group, and we would be setting off to somewhere equally intriguing.
That’s the thing about India: every palace is more beautiful than the last, and every corner is another adventure.
Ships that Pass … The locks on the Danube in Central Europe are an engineering marvel.
Charlemagne (c.742-814), the medieval emperor who ruled much of Western Europe from 768 to 814, dreamed of traversing the European continent, from the North Sea to the Black Sea by water. All that was needed, in theory, was a trench around 3,000 metres (9,843 ft) long, connecting the Rhine River and the Danube.
In the absence of pumps, his medieval engineers faced problems with incessant rain, poor soil, and the consequential riverbank slippage. Remnants of the ponds and dams – attesting to the skills of medieval water engineers – can be seen today near the village of Graben in Bavaria, but no one is sure if the 2-metre (6.57 ft) deep ditch, now referred to as Charlemagne’s“Fossa Carolina”, was ever completed.
Napoleon Bonaparte “Napoleon I” (1769-1821) also hoped to connect the Main and Danube rivers, but met his Waterloo before he could implement any plans. King Ludwig I of Bavaria (1786-1868), inspired by canals in France and England, built a system of 101 canal locks – the Ludwig-Danube-Main Canal – which operated from the mid-1800s until its damage during WW II and closure in 1950.
The current Rhine–Main–Danube Canal, connecting the Main and the Danube rivers across the European Watershed, was constructed – after a long and controversial planning process – from 1960 to 1992. It runs 172 kilometres (106.25 m) between Bamberg on the Main River and Kelheim on the Danube.
Almost 20 percent of the €250,000,000 overall cost of canal construction went to environmental protection projects. So, it’s not surprising that I found it hard to recognise when we were on the canal, or on the Danube itself. What I did notice was the locks: there are 16 locks on the canal – 13 of which are designed to conserve water – with an elevation rise of 175 metres (574 ft), and drop of 68 metres (223 ft). The Danube end of the canal is 107.3 metres (352 ft) higher than the Main end. There are a further 18 locks on the Danube itself, each a part of a hydro-electric dam generating power.
It is fascinating watching the whole lock-passage process. My husband and I were on one of the new boats that act as floating hotel rooms for tourists, travelling from Nuremberg (see: Altered views of History) to Budapest (see: Buda Castle Hill). With the exception of our cruise down the magnificent UNESCO-listed Wachau Valley (see: “Picturesque” Personified), much of our sailing happened over night, and we spent our days exploring charming cities and historical features (e.g.: Regensburg; Kelheim to Weltenburg; Passau; Melk; and Vienna).
So, when we were transiting some of the many locks in daylight, we got out onto the boat-decks to watch with interest.
On the Rhine-Main-Danube Canal As our canal-boat leaves Nuremburg, a lock comes into view.
Into the Lock The door to the lock is open as our vessel approaches: use of the locks is carefully scheduled, and we have our appointed time. It is a quiet day: there is no one on the viewing platform. (iPhone5)
In the Lock The locks are 12 metres (39.37 ft) wide, which limits the size of the boats on the waterways.
Wet Walls The walls of the lock are so close we could touch them as our boat rises on the filling waters.
On top of the Lock Once the waters reach their new level, the gate opens and we cruise through to the next section of canal. (iPhone5)
Scheitelhaltung – The Continental Divide Just before dinner time the same day, we passed the highest point on the Main-Danube Canal – 406 meters above sea level. The European Watershed or “Continental Divide” is marked by a concrete monument.
Passau Two days later, we have left the canal far behind. While our boat is docked in Passau, we climb the 200 steps of the Oberhausleiten-Stiege – the Upper House Stairs – and watch the traffic on the Danube below. The waterways are important goods-transport channels.
Statue of Bavarian Folk Poet Emerenz Meier (1874 – 1928), Danube River Tourism is becoming more economically important, and the countless canal boats docked on the Danube in Passau are a testament to this.
Altenwörth Lock The Danube can be far from “blue”. The next afternoon – after cruising through the picturesque Wachou Valley – we came back into the open on muddy-looking waters under an overcast sky. Downstream, the green light gave us the go-ahead at the approach to Altenwörth Lock, above Vienna.
Altenwörth Lock Altenwörth Lock is one of the many canal- and river-locks that have two chambers, allowing two boats to traverse at the same time. Our side of the lock is full of water already.
Altenwörth Lock Mechanism As we get closer to the gate, we have a view of the mechanics which allows the gates to open and close.
Altenwörth Lock Once we are fully inside the lock, the doors will shut behind us, the valve will be opened, and water will be drained from the chamber.
Altenwörth Lock Another boat comes in behind us on the approach channel.
Porthole in Ships that Pass … Heading into the lock, we are so close to the TUI Allegra that we can see into her portholes.
Reflections in the Radar From the bow of the boat, we can look into the bridge – and back at our own reflections.
Captain Peter As we wait for our final go-ahead, our ship’s captain shows us around the pilot house.
Captain Peter in the Pilot House There are plenty of bells and whistles, …
Controls in the Pilot House … knobs, handles and dials.
The Gates Open The water-tight lock chamber seems to close in around us as our boat lowers on the ebbing water. Once we are level with the downstream waters, the giant gates open.
Guiding the Boat out of the Lock Our radar is no use to us here! Once the doors are fully open, Captain Peter has no more time to chat. He monitors the vessel’s progress closely as we exit the narrow lock.
Captain Peter When we are clear of the lock doors and heading towards the open Danube, our captain relaxes.
Exiting the Lock Behind us, the TUI Allegra exits the Altenwörth Lock.
I loved the old European cities we visited, and the views of the villages and landscapes as we glided down the canal and river.
But, I also found traversing the locks a fascinating insight into the mechanisms of a busy, working waterway.
Enriching and relaxing at the same time, isn’t it, Mary. We loved it.ReplyCancel
Mary -July 17, 2019 - 12:01 am
Have just read your wonderful blog on locks. I did the Danube last year, and yes, why did I wait so long to do a river cruise. I must do another.ReplyCancel
Thanks for the nice pictoral view of the trip. We hope to take the Budapest-North Sea Donau/Main/Rhein tour in 2022 if/when COVID/variants are no longer an existential danger to all of the planet’s inhabitants.
Nice job indeed. I see now in the footings of this pate that you and I have planted footsteps on many of the same continents. I will read more later. I was only attracted initially to this blog because of this entry and our current registration for a “Viking Cruise”.ReplyCancel
Hi Douglas,
Thanks for your visit and kind words.
I don’t think you will be disappointed! I can’t praise Viking highly enough; even before Covid, their food service and hygiene standards were top-notch. The river cruises are a great way to get an overview of an area.
Cheers, UrsulaReplyCancel
- Performing the Ganga Aarti from Dasaswamedh Ghat, Varanasi
- Buddha Head from Shwedagon Pagoda, Myanmar
- Harry Clarke Window from Dingle, Ireland
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