War Planes and Seisia - 12th-13 July 09
In the morning we packed up the tent and camping paraphernalia once more and headed off in search of some crashed World War 2 planes. We had heard that there were at least 3 sites where planes had come down during WWII and that the planes had been left pretty much untouched since. This struck us all as a little bit strange, you would never hear of this in the more densely populated parts of Australia.
After a few wrong turns and some chatting over the UHF we found one of the sites and were all surprised at how well preserved the wreck was.
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For the flying enthusiasts among you the plane was a DC3 and it came down on 4th May 1945. Sadly 6 people lost their lives.
The hull of the plane was in amazingly good shape and you could clearly make out the size of the plane, the tail, wings, windows and much more. We found another crash site but it was not nearly as well preserved and then headed back to Seisia to stay at the camp site we used after the OTL. We had planned a quiet afternoon with dinner, beer and a spot of fishing.
We had not had the stove on long when all of a sudden flames started leaping up the side of it (where the gas nozzle enters) and setting fire to a loaf of bread! Panic ensued and as we were about to run off for the fire extinguisher Elliott jumped in under the flames and switched the gas off (Thanks man!). The flames soon died down and hearts racing we assessed the damage. Turned out it was only a burnt leaky hose (We carried a spare so no biggy) and a few slices of bread that were lost. Phew!
Excitement over, washing done, dinner eaten, we headed off to the pier with the fishing gear dreaming of a big catch!
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Seisia pier is a truly beautiful spot, when we arrived there were Aboriginal children jumping off into the water, looked like they were having a whale of a time. They left a short while later and we had a go at fishing, we were going to use live bait that we needed to catch first and Elliott demonstrated the art of ‘Jigging’ which is basically a line of hooks with lures on. The little fish are meant to find it irresistible and hop obligingly onto the line. You pull them up and pop ‘em into a bucket for later use. I looked over the edge and I have never seen so many fish, it was like a slick of them! Everywhere you looked there were small silver fish, this was going to be a piece of cake! Well after spending a while getting a few fish up (no where near the amount I had expected!) the sun was starting to set.
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Have I said how beautiful this place is!? Man when the sun is setting it is even better!
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Elliott decided it was time to throw out the live bait, in the mean time I was unsuccessfully playing with the jig and not getting very far. I heard a loud “Woah!” and Elliott came over and said that the rod had nearly been pulled out of his hand! He reeled in his bait fish only to find that it had been bitten clean in half! We got excited about a big fish… Anyway true to form we caught nothing but a few bait fish (Carl’s first ever catch included!) and a beautiful sunset. After watching one of the locals spear fishing for squid off the jetty, we headed back to camp a little smelly but relaxed after a fun evening.
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