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 how can I want to leave?
It’s because I have the soul of a traveller and always have, staying put isn’t for me.
We’ve been living in Port Douglas for almost 5 years now and, sadly, tropical living has lost its shine, become our normality. The worries, problems and difficulties of daily life get in the way, as they do anywhere. I’ve lost sight of the good stuff while I was busy cleaning and paying bills. I’m longing for new adventures.
The reality is that living here isn’t the same as being a holiday maker. There is little that isn’t expensive for us, we’re trying to save for our travels, not have a holiday blow out. The climate and isolation can be challenging and I’m starting to think I’m a city girl, that this simple life isn’t for me. 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.
I’ve also suffered badly from culture shock, that was a surprise, you wouldn’t expect that when switching between two countries that seem so similar, particularly when I already knew Australia and Australians pretty well. After all, I married one.
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 that photo, 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, we really should get out to the 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 do love my garden. I remember sitting in our little house in London dreaming of having a bigger garden, 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.
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 lovely 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 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, being tied to a mortgage, clips your wings. I feel trapped. I thought it was what I wanted, now I realize 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.
So 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 travelers 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.