While we were back home we celebrated Ant’s Mum’s birthday in the tropical climes of Hamilton Island. Before resuming our usual Nordic programming I have about one hundred photos of cockatoos to share.
Our first day was stellar weather, and the island is ridiculously scenic and tropical. The massive high rise hotel on the beach is not an eyesore/terrible planning error provided you are inside of it looking out.
The hotel is besieged with cockatoos. I loved it. They are such scamps.
I do not love how many people disregard the ‘do not feed the birds’ memos. As a result, there are some real scoundrel birds to contend with on the island, namely this guy:
None of this food is even good for people, let alone birds.
After the first day the weather went a bit downhill, i.e. it started to look less dazzlingly blue and more like this:
We did all the requisite island activities – kayaking, hiking around, being startled by a giant turtle, drinking Robert Oatley branded wine… drinking some more Robert Oatley wine, cursing Robert Oatley for stocking his island primarily with his own brand wine, and cursing the gutless golf buggies at every slight incline.
It was all about as un-Danish as possible (except for the howling wind towards the end – that part really reminded me of Copenhagen). I’m sure in six months time in the depths of winter I’ll dig out these glorious photos and weep silently in the cold and dark.