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Australia, and The Mountains That Breathe Blue

Sydney Opera House

The first country I chose to fly towards, when my wings dried, was Australia. There was no esoteric reason for this. I was turning away from a natural affinity to the UK. A friend and former colleague had moved to work in Sydney, and invited me to visit. It was as good a time as any to call up the invitation.

I had no clear idea what I planned to achieve, with respect to being renewed. But I did know that if I was making space for the new me to flex her larger self, I needed to change the venue, or I would re-script to the old norms.

How big is your house?

Soul travel question how big is your house
How big is the house you carry when you leave home?

You can absolutely pass through change and growth while staying put.

Still, there is something to this: “travel throughout the land, that the hearts may learn wisdom and the ears learn to hear”.

Humans learn mostly by mimicry, and for very good reasons. There’s nothing more effective to quickly assimilate and acquire social belonging – and this is crucial for a social species. We absorb so much from the world we grow up in. Culture, language, immediate history, contemporary norms.

We rest our thinking selves on such copied knowledge but never realise how the structure constrains and influences our thoughts. Very likely, confining ideas beyond what they potentially really could be. So much of what we blame today upon concepts and ideas are not about the ideas at all. Rather it is our own limited comprehension for the idea’s true range. But I digress.

That the hearts may learn wisdom

I saw it manifested in the different ways people approached going abroad, when I travelled as a young adult. In myself and in others who were abroad – whether for work, for education, or for leisure.

Some carry all of it – or as much as they can – with them. I think of this group like a tortoise, or a snail, carrying their home wherever they go. Some travel in large family groups, like elephant herds or a pod of dolphins. Some in yet larger tour groups, for the comfort of like-minded numbers – like herds of wildebeest or migratory geese.

Yet others pack light and travel in small groups, in pairs, or singly. They range from those with the charisma of those used to dominance, like tigers and bears; to opportunists that swarm the system when there is imbalance, like the crown-of-thorns. Wherever they pass, the local system shifts – for good or ill. And yet others who move humble and quiet like the lizard and the ray. Engaged in the day-by-day, and sometimes lone pilgrims.

It tells you about ways people manage risk and comfort under challenge. Travel opens you to uncertainty, in a way that staying home often does not.

How do you travel
How do you travel?

The depression of visiting Australia

Australia is one of those depressing countries, to a traveller from a small and manageable country. (It is also depressing for culturally non-athletic nations, but that is a separate topic). There is so much worth seeing and yet it is so large that you cannot feasibly pick up all of it – nor even most of it – in one go. Inevitable trade-offs must be made. Disappointments got over. You re-scale your expectations and tell yourself, I’m not going to Australia. I’m going to Sydney. And all is better again.

But I could not miss the Blue Mountains while based in Sydney.

To be honest the closer for this for me, was its name. In the mood I was in, trying to get to know myself all over again, I took hold of something that remained constant through the metamorphosis. My favourite colour was still blue. So I talked my friend into a long weekend trip out into the mountains.

The mountains, they are blue

Govett's Leap Lookout Australia Blue Mountains
View from Govett’s Leap Lookout

I had a friend who loves mountains, who kept trying to convince me to wander about the highlands of the world. I used to tell him, my habitat is the sea – particularly the equatorial coasts.

Sometimes we tell people these limiting things, even when it is not entirely true. It wasn’t until I’m writing this, that I realised that although the sun may have set on my blue period by my beloved sea, it rose upon his beloved mountains.

And I thought I knew myself so well.

Yes, they’re seriously blue

Well, mountains in the distance will look blue anyway, because of Rayleigh scattering – light scattering by particles in the air. Pretty much the same reason the sky looks blue. I can see the distant foothills of Titiwangsa from my window right now, shading blue on blue.

Still, while I cannot swear that this isn’t just my imagination, or a trick of distance and perspective, or the suggestion of its name, the Blue Mountains really did seem a more intense blue. Supposedly the prevalence of eucalyptus trees in the Blue Mountain forests contribute to this, by adding to the particles in the form of droplets of oil.

Basically it’s bluer because the forests of the Blue Mountains breathe it so. I’m happy to leave it at that. After all, as an Asian, I can think of one way the theory might easily be tested, and I’m glad that these eucalyptus forests will probably be safe from deforestation.

Echo Point lookout

The sky was supposed to be clear enough for stars to be visible. There would be a moon, but it wouldn’t be full, so I hoped to finally get somewhere clear and dark enough to see the Milky Way. My mistake was in not booking an actual stargazing tour beforehand – these filled up far more quickly than I thought they would!

Night-time in Katoomba in March was cold for me. Had I known how cold, I would have packed thermal layers. It would have made the night more comfortable. Determined to go stargazing, I left my friend in the cozy warmth of the motel room, stoically bore her worried “she’s clearly mad” look, and went out to Echo Point.

For probably sensible reasons, Echo Point lookout is disappointingly well-lighted at night. The famous Three Sisters is spotlighted (I’m not a competent enough night photographer to show you). However, descending to the lower viewing decks, it is possible to find a spot that blocks out most of the artificial light, and then the stars become visible.

Slug on bushwalking path
Careful not to squish slugs on the night walk

Still, I wanted to find a spot that was better. So, armed with a small torchlight, I headed a little bit along one of the hiking trails, hoping to find a darker spot.

It was not easy. The trail itself is not lighted, but the road hugs the edge of the cliff up above, and the lights spill over to spoil the darkness. A couple spots were good, particularly when clouds rolled across the quarter moon, but then the trail itself was awkward to pause at. I turned back.

Katoomba’s microbats

There was already a bunch of people at one end of the platform who seemed to be videoing something. I was wary at first. I suddenly remembered that I was a lone female in an isolated dark place, and by reflex mentally rifled through my checklists: Which country am I in? Is my gender or my race the greater risk here? What does my silhouette look like? I figured in a hoodie I looked indeterminate but kept my distance anyway.

After a while, though, I did wonder what they were doing. And they must wonder the same about me. There seemed to be things flying about in the spotlight.

Eventually they were done. As they passed by I asked them what they were looking at. They told me there’s a resident colony of microbats in the area, and the bats were attracted to the spotlights. Apparently the spotlights made it easier to see their prey insects. So it was feasting time.

There was an information board near where they were, that I read afterwards. It’s pretty cool to see people interested in these random things, just because.

Kneeling beneath the Milky Way

Finally alone and no longer feeling self-conscious* for being out in the night to gaze at stars by myself, I experimented with a few spots, and finally found the best angle for stargazing. I turned the torchlight off and let my eyes adjust to the darkness. Gradually, the powdery scatter around the Milky Way spray of brighter stars became apparent.

It was gorgeous.

You might appreciate my effort a bit more, if I told you that I had never seen the Milky Way before then. Between the light pollution of towns and cities, the thick jungle canopy, and the perpetual cloudy mist of an equatorial sky, in Malaysia you could get stars but rarely both the clarity and darkness to see the entire magnificent powdery strip.

I knew it could be even better. I knew my dad had gone to a farm in the outback once, and it was entirely dark at night, and you could see the purples as well, like from professional photographs.

But that night was the best Milky Way sight of my life. So I did my night’s worship there, beneath its twinkling gaze, shivering cold but tucked into a temporary pocket of peace during an emotionally turbulent time.

And the ears learn to hear

Blue Mountains plains

It is hard for the heart to learn wisdom when it does not risk, and the ears cannot listen when the self is still talking (usually about itself). You know they say that the least intelligent talk about people? Well, the least of these are those who are interested in only one person – themselves. Thankfully most of us don’t want to be the least of the least, even in this famously self-absorbed age.

How do you know how much of what you carry, is you? How much would you keep of what was copied from the chance environment you grew up in? What do you carry and what do you leave behind? The skill to pack these, is as much a part of travelling as that of packing a physical bag.

I think here is the distinction between the tourist and the traveller. It does not lie in the length of the trip, and neither where nor why. Nor is it necessarily even about what you do, for this can also be commodified. It is not even necessarily about how different it is from home, for in these times you can associate with your natural fellows through it all and remain exactly the same.

The distinction is within. It is hard and it is often slow. But the traveller leaves a lot of her “mental home” behind, and the tourist carries it with her. The traveller is a guest, trusting to be housed (physically and mentally) in the way of the land she goes to. The tourist is a customer, expecting a certain experience.

You really can never be certain which one you are, actually. And then an expectation is not met, and you know you’re a tourist still.

Echo Point microbats | Katoomba stargazing | Blue Mountains Australia | slow travel | personal growth

Notes:

*This is not in reference to the batwatchers, but entirely internal to me. Raised Asian, but inexplicably wayward in character, I grew up normalised to the belief that most of my whims and notions are at best eccentric, but always some variation of insane/ dangerous/ odd/ pointless and sometimes heretical. Reconciling much of this baggage was a key feature of the Blue Period. 

21 thoughts on “Australia, and The Mountains That Breathe Blue

  1. I liked the insight you provide in this post about how different people have different travel style. And how they can perceive the same destination differently. I also like the blue mountain and the echo point. I do want to visit australia at some point. Will remember your post

    1. I wandered around Sydney and Manly quite a bit, even dived it some – and I wish I could describe it better but the part of my life at the time leaves mostly a kind of foggy memory I’m afraid. I will try at some point later!

      But if you dive, there’s a neat shore dive spot near Manly called Shelly Beach (and a dive centre in Manly), totally do the Bondi-Coogee walk (the geology along the way is amazing), there’s curio shopping on The Rocks (I came back with a steampunk opal/clockwork necklace, several cool buttons, and hipster cat hairpins lol).

  2. Wow! These mountains look so cool! And I love what you said about Australia being so big you couldn’t see it all… I totally get that!

  3. I only ever did a day trip to the Blue Mountains but love the idea of seeing the microbats so think I might have to return one day 🙂

  4. I’m currently based in Melbourne but going to travel around Australia soon so this post was really helpful. The blue mountains are for sure on my list! I’m gonna bookmark this page for later use!

  5. Great article 🙂 I loved your descriptions of the things you saw but also your reflection of yourself. Also, thank you very much for not stepping on slugs! I used to be a snail mom, haha. I’ll be going to Australia in the next year and I never really thought about how hard it is to see anything. I may have to re-think how long I’ll be staying. Thanks for sharing!

    1. Yeah, until I finish writing about that period of my life, my articles are going to sound a bit pensive and reflective. But that’s also part of being a traveller, right?
      A snail mom? My mom’s a gardener, garden snails are her enemies. But I take it you mean the opposite affection 😀

  6. I’m going to Australia this October so I’m putting the blue mountains and echo point on my list! Is echo point in the blue mountains? Looks so beautiful!

    1. Yes it is. It’s in Katoomba, which is only a small town – or perhaps village, really. Just follow all the people going there to take pics with the Three Sisters in the background! We stayed in a motel in Katoomba for the weekend.

  7. Australia is sure a beautiful place, if one day I manage to go there I would be lost trying to decide what I want to experience and see.. but definitely the Blue Mountains made its way to my heart!

  8. Love this reflective post and your comparison between the environment and your sentiments. I’ve been thinking a lot about your reference recently between “tourists” and “travelers” and there is indeed a big distinction….the tourist is a “customer” waiting for a certain experience!!! On a separate note, I’d love to check out the blue mountains…spectacular indeed!!!

    1. I guess being both a writer and an environmental scientist inevitably makes me draw parallels between human behaviour and animal analogues. :p I find it helps me understand and accept differences better.

  9. this is a beautiful article and the poetry in it seriously touched me. I can relate to your experience in many ways, even though I have – unfortunately – never been to Australia. I did see the Milky Way once though and it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen and I could not even see the purple! I am living in Paris, the City of lights… you can hardly see any stars here at all! Thats what I am used to… seeing the Milky Way… unbelievable!

  10. I too always used to have this question, about whether one liked the sea more or the mountains. Only after traveling to both mountains and seas across the world did I realize that each is beautiful in its own right. Talking about mountains, here in India too we have the Nilgiris or blue mountains in Hindi. As you have written they too appear blue from a distance and I understand most mountains do appear blue because of the Rayleigh effect.

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