This post was written and titled “Living in Port Douglas” when we were planning our great escape. We lived in Port Douglas. we owned, still own, a beautiful house there, but we left to travel the world. We’ve been travelling a very long time now, that’s just how things worked out, and we have never once returned to Port Douglas. So if you’re here looking for a guide to living in Far North Queensland, sorry, you’re in the wrong place. But read anyway, we hope you find our story of leaving for new adventures interesting and we do talk about life in the tropics, Port Douglas in particular. Sorry, I had no idea Google would rank us so highly for this topic, I had no idea my fledgling travel blog would become the huge global resource and success it is today. We left and it was a life changing, amazing decision. Today I’m updating this post from Vietnam, we’re living here right now, we’ve also lived in Romania and London and visited around 50 countries since shipping out of Port.
Living in Port Douglas. Is it Paradise?
With all this planning and talk of leaving to start new adventures, I’ve forgotten to mention that we’re already in what many would consider Paradise, a dream holiday destination. We’re up here in the tropics, living in Port Douglas, Australia, Four Mile Beach is a short walk away, we practically live in a rainforest and the Great Barrier Reef is on our doorstep.
So why did I want to leave? It was mostly because I have the soul of a nomad and always have, staying put isn’t for me and I craved the freedom I’d tasted as a younger traveller exploring the wider world.
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We’d been living in Port Douglas for almost 5 years and tropical living had lost its shine and became our normality. The worries, problems and difficulties of daily life got in the way, as they do anywhere. I lost sight of the good stuff while I was busy cleaning and paying bills. I needed new adventures, new cultures and climates so we resolved to leave, packing our lives into backpacks, scooping up our then 6 and 8 year old kids and heading off into the sunset. Port is lovely, but we’d done it, it was time for something else.
The reality is that living in Port Douglas isn’t the same as being a holiday maker. There was little that wasn’t expensive for us because we were trying to save for our travels rather than have a holiday blow out. The climate and isolation can be challenging in Far North Queensland and there was only so much simple life I could take.
I missed London and the wider world. I love that through life we grow and come to know ourselves better. What’s right at one time in our lives may not be right in two years or even two months time. Since leaving almost 5 years ago we’ve spent the best part of 2 years living in a remote village in Romania, nothing could be simpler or more isolated, yet we loved it. It was right for us at that time.
I’d suffered badly from culture shock since relocating to the southern hemisphere. That was a surprise, you wouldn’t expect that when switching between two countries that seem so similar as the UK and Australia, particularly when I already knew Australia and Australians pretty well. I’d already married one.
But there are cultural differences between the UK and Australia and my British ways mark me out as different there.
When we first arrived I was blown away by the spectacular wildlife. Now, I’m used to the giant green tree frogs in our garden, spotting the odd snake, looking at rainbow lorikeets and cockatoos from my windows and seeing the occasional cassowary in the rain forest. The crocodile we see hanging out on the river bank is just part of the scenery.
It’s so pretty, we’ve got a tropical beach to walk on and I can see the mountains from my garden. I took the photo above, I can go to that spot any day and see the mountains that are our backdrop, falling away to the bluest blue sea. Somehow, it has become the view on the way to the supermarket.
I need to wake up and smell the frangipani.
We’ve had opportunity to explore more of Australia with the boys, they’ve been to Sydney, Perth and Canberra, know Queensland pretty well, from Cooktown in the North, down to Brisbane and the Gold Coast. We’ve had some brilliant camping trips, on the coast and inland, up on Lake Tinaroo, where it’s safe to swim with no fear of crocodiles or marine stingers. We’ve been to rodeos, watched bull rides, camped in the bush at a 3 day Aboriginal dance festival, patted endless kangaroos and koalas, seen wild pigs, sea turtles, enormous grouper and dolphins.
We’re yet to see a whale up here, we really should get out to the Great Barrier Reef again this whale season.
We grow bananas, papayas, kaffir limes, jack fruit and all the makings of a seriously good green curry in our garden.
I love my garden. I remember sitting in our little house in London dreaming of growing more, now, living in Port Douglas, I have a tropical garden full of new and amazing produce and I’m still not content to stay. We were picking passion fruit yesterday, they are delicious still warm from the sun. In season we can pick up wild mangoes from the ground, I don’t think I’ve ever had mangoes so sweet and perfectly ripe. It’s not enough to keep me here.
Christmas in the tropics is nothing like it was back home, I miss my parents, the tree is fake, it’s too hot, too light, we don’t have turkey and roast potatoes, there is a lot to get used to for any expat. Instead we have a few days in my husband’s 5 star resort hotel, luxuriating in the pool, cocktail in hand. Being a chef’s widow does have its perks.
But, you know what? This year, our sixth topical Christmas, I’m starting to get the hang of it, it feels good, different but not bad. There is a certain coziness about being in the house in the air con, looking at the Christmas tree twinkling away.
The boys are growing up surrounded by the miracles of nature, frogs, lizards, dazzling blue butterflies, fruit bats and lorikeets are there to be enjoyed and wondered at. They can roam the bush, the beaches and rain forest trails. They can swim in the sea when there are no crocodiles or stingers about, failing that, swim in a lake or an icy cold stream .
Snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef is a very rare treat, it’s expensive, but when it happens it’s spectacular.
We have kayaks, D (8) can paddle his own now, we can take them out and look at the coral on a calm day. We go fishing and actually catch fish big enough to eat. We caught a stingray once, you never saw two boys more excited. I’m sure, when they are older, they’ll look back on living in Port Douglas as a happy and adventure filled time.
And tropical weather, boy is that interesting! One of the hazards of tropical living is cyclones. We’re yet to see a serious one, we were in Sydney when Yasi came through, we ran away. Luckily she wasn’t too devastating here. But a tropical storm is just amazing, you never got so wet. It’s wonderful to hear the frogs croaking their appreciation as the first raindrops fall.
How can I not want to stay in Port Douglas?
There must be something wrong with me to not want to stay here, surely? Why would I want to leave? I don’t work, the boys don’t go to school, it sounds idyllic even to me.
The problem is, I can’t sit still and I know I have choices. Port Douglas is an amazing and beautiful place to live but I need to be out there in the wider world, exploring and experiencing new places and cultures. I’ve got that travel bug real bad. Owning a house and being tied to a mortgage clips your wings. I feel trapped. I thought it was what I wanted but now I realise it’s not.
But that’s good, how do we know what we want if we don’t try a few options for size? I can do something about it, I made this trap, I can unmake it. We all have options.
I have one more plan, for now, to take full advantage of where we are at the moment and squeeze every drop of enjoyment out of living in Port Douglas, to pretend we are travellers here in the tropics, which I suppose we are, in a way, and enjoy tropical living like the tourists do. I’m getting my tropical mojo back for our last few months in paradise.
This post was written before we left to travel the world in 2012, today, in 2018, we have not once returned to our house in Port Douglas and have no plans to do so in the near future. A travelling life suits us well as does my new career as a travel blogger. Leaving was the best decision we ever made, a first step into a way of life we never dreamed possible. We hope you enjoy Port Douglas, it’s a beautiful spot and we’ll be back soon for a short visit as holidaymakers but I doubt we’ll ever live there again.
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