This summer, on our road trip to Portland, Victoria, I discovered that Koalas almost outnumber humans and are so common that they’re ignored by the locals as they walk down the main street. Okay, I’m exaggerating but only a little.
Portland is in the far south west of Victoria, a full two-day drive from Sydney and about 75km from the border with South Australia. It’s a working port, surrounded by hectares of plantation forestry, making logging trucks a common sight on the road, so you’d be forgiven if you thought there wouldn’t be too many Koalas here. But it’s also the starting point for the Great South West Walk (GSWW) a 250km loop that winds its way along coastal cliffs and beaches and through a chain of nature reserves and national parks. One of these is Mount Richmond which we detoured into on our first day on the way to viewing the colony of wild seals at Cape Bridgewater. We stopped at a pretty little picnic area, surrounded by low sprawling eucalypts that the signage told us were Manna gums, apparently the favourite food of koalas. I wasn’t expecting to see any koalas but it was nice to know what they ate. And then, in one of the trees right next to the track leading off from the picnic area, was what at first looked like a sleeping sloth. Its reddish fur contrasted with the grey of the tree branch that its claws grasped and it’s two feet were splayed out horizontally.
It was so cute. I couldn’t believe I was looking at a real life koala in a tree. Not in a photograph and not one of those stuffed toys you see everywhere. Although the resemblance was uncanny. I felt warm and sweet all over, excitement oozing from me like sap from a tree in spring. It felt like falling in love again. We stood in silent awe as it dozed, shifting occasionally, paying us no attention at all. Eventually we tore ourselves away, and that’s when we spotted two more in a nearby tree, mum and bub, this time. Mum looked at us warily then went back to sleep but the little one, tucked in safely in front of her, watched us with such sharp curiosity that I was afraid it would fall out of the tree.
Then the very next day, while walking along the stunning Crater Rim track at Budji Bim National Park we stopped to watch a red-necked wallaby. Behind us branches snapped, and there was a loud crack but we couldn’t see anything. Just as I was about to turn back to look at the wallaby, a koala jumped out of the long grass and onto the trunk of yet another Manna eucalyptus tree. It walked out along one of the branches but then decided this wasn’t the branch it wanted to be on. Rather than reversing back the way it came, it looked longingly at the upper branches, then it crouched down and just as my partner whispered, “It’s going to…” It jumped, springing across the gap between the branch and the trunk, landing not too shabbily and then making its way up to the very top of the tree. This was like having front row seats at Cirque du Soleil. I didn’t want to walk away from this amazing animal display but for the second time in as many days I was afraid that I’d witness a koala falling from a tree.
The Gunditj Mirring people are the traditional owners of Budji Bim National Park which is an extinct volcano and a few kilometres away are the remains of the ancient aquaculture engineering that was practiced here for thousands of years. The park is on the UNESCO World Heritage List. Reluctantly we left this beautiful place to drive back to Portland. We were approaching the hamlet of Narrawong, just 16km out of Portland, when we had our third encounter. My partner had slowed down the car thinking there was a wallaby on the side of the road, but as we approached we discovered yet another koala emerging from the high grass before disappearing into the scrub beside the road. This couldn’t be possible. How could this place have so many koalas and all of them intent on being noticed. One koala sighting was incredible. Two, extraordinary, but three? Was this a joke? Were we on candid camera? But it was the next day when things got truly out of hand and I found myself unintentionally trying to rescue a koala that had other ideas.
I was browsing through the $2 box outside the second hand book store on Portland’s main street when a koala walked past me along the footpath. Yes. Hard to belive but true. It stopped to pose for passers by like a celebrity on the red carpet. Then it took off at quite a pace, past several shops and cafes, heading straight for the street corner. People kept taking photos. I think we all expected a local to step in and do something: pick it up, cordon the area off, call the police? But nothing happened. People kept standing by, cameras kept clicking and the koala kept heading for the road. This was no docile herbivor like the others we’d seen. This was more like the dreaded drop bear of Aussie folk legend designed to put the fear of God into the hearts of unsuspecting tourists. Although this one was failing at fear and winning at legend.
I followed it, edging through the crowd that had now gathered around it, trying to get a better look and suddenly found myself right next to the furry creature. That’s when it decided to step out onto the road. A four-wheel drive towing a caravan was approaching. It wasn’t slowing down. Could it not see what was on the road? So, instead of minding my own business, I too stepped out onto the road, planted myself on the white line in the middle and started madly waving. Rather than stop, the driver waved madly back at me, telling me to get off the road. I could see people still taking pictures and soon they would have one of me and the koala, both flattened on the road.
Luckily, that’s when my partner chose to step out and start waving as well and this convinced the mad man to come to a halt. Meanwhile the koala continued, with kamikaze intent, its odd lope across the road. It had never occurred to me until this moment how closely koalas resemble Tasmanian devils with their uneven awkward gait – one leg shorter than the other three. That’s probably because I’d never seen so many of them before or been close enough to study their walking habits. I was starting to wish I wasn’t so close to one now. At least it wasn’t a Tassie Devil. There’s no way I’d risk my life to help one of those snarling beasts. It would have taken off one of my legs by now. But perhaps that would have been a more effective way of stopping the traffic. Now, a red sedan that had initially stopped on the other side of the road, began to inch slowly forward. The driver, gobsmacked by the sight of a koala crossing the road in the middle of town, had taken his foot off the brake. Luckily, both the koala and I had reached the other side of the road. I breathed a sigh of relief just as a young woman appeared by my side. It took me a moment to work out what she was doing because she wasn’t taking photos with her phone. She was using it in the traditional way and talking to someone. WIRES? A wild life sanctuary? As she hung up, she turned to me in frustration, “I called the police. Do you know what they just said? ‘Lady, this happens all the time.’ What do we do now? We can’t leave it here.”
It seemed the koala agreed and chose that moment to cross the road once again, back the way it had come. This time the traffic was much more responsive. Perhaps word had got around town that there was a crazy lady on Portland’s main street. It ambled comfortably back across the road and posed in front of the once again snapping crowd outside the cafe, then made its way to one of the street trees, that were not Manna gums, or eucalyptus trees, or even native Australian trees, climbed onto the trunk and disappeared up into the canopy of leaves. The crowd dispersed and I made my way back to the bookstore. Inside the owner greeted me. I asked him if he’d seen the koala. He chuckled and said that he kept the door closed because otherwise it came inside and he had trouble getting it back out. Fortunately that was our final koala sighting of the trip. We saw seals, giant stingrays, emus, more wallabies and roos, Pacific Gulls, Gannets and a whole menagerie of birds but not a single other koala. They had obviously had enough of us too.
Images: Map of South East Australia, C1903, Sir William Johnston (1802 – 1888) Collections: National Library Australia; Volcano Rim Walk at Lake Surprise, Budji Bim National Park, via Wikimedia Commons; Bentinck Street Portland Mattinbgn, via Wikimedia Commons; Koalas and sun set by sagesomethymes.