Hi all
Firstly, sorry for the delay – power has just come back and I’ve needed to take care of a few things to help neighbours and family.
Warning Signs?
OK, on my way down to Sydney on Tuesday I had to change trains twice – the first time because there was a fault with the wheel (we had to change trains at around Hawkesbury station), the second time at Strathfield because the replacement train’s brakes were overheating. It took me over four hours to get to Sydney. Ah well.
The Derailment
On my way back to Newcastle from Sydney on Friday afternoon, I rushed to catch the 4.45 train from Central Station. I had been with clients all day, and hadn’t had much contact with the media – I had heard about a beached ship and a bit of flooding, but some areas of Newcastle are notorious for minor flooding in times of heavy rain, and there didn’t appear to be any particular warnings at the train station for people heading north. To be honest I didn’t really have an appreciation of the severity of the situation when I boarded the train.
Just after Hawkesbury station the train was moving very slowly, then lost power and stopped fairly quickly. About 30 seconds later the power came back on and a few minutes after that the driver informed us that the train had hit a “very large rock” and derailed, and that it we were “going to be here a while”.
It was interesting to see that as soon as the announcement as made, conversation erupted throughout the whole train – people who normally wouldn’t say a word to each other began engaging others around them. Maybe because we were all stuck in the same situation, and had something in common to discuss, I don’t know. Such is the Australian character
I was in a carriage somewhere towards the middle of the train I think. Given that I didn’t feel too much of a jolt, or hear any loud sounds or cries from passengers, I assumed that the derailment was fairly minor.
After a while passengers from the front started moving towards the back of the train – they said they had been told to move to the rear four cars, so everyone followed suit. We sat for about an hour with no further info.
The train was located in an area where the Hawkesbury river was very close to one side of the tracks – and the track was fairly low.� After a while we saw some lights out on the water, which came closer. This turned out to be a Police dispatch – the fact that they were communicating with the train guards on shore let us know that there were obviously some communication issues as well.
One other thing started to become clear – the boat was being knocked around quite a bit, and the waves were white capped. This is on an enclosed, fairly protected body of water. Everyone around me was exclaiming that they had never seen the Hawkesbury like this before.
Shortly after, some police and ambulance officers boarded our still stationary train – by the way the police boat kept trying to come ashore I assume that they leapt from the boat into the water, as I doubt it could have gotten close enough.
Someone (I assume a police officer) commandeered the train’s speaker system and let us know that a landslide had occurred and that were were going to be heading back to the Hawkesbury station where alternative travel arrangements would be made for us.
The Derailment Continues
We waited longer. The voice came on again and informed us of some more bad news – while trying to clear the tracks to make way for us to get back to Hawkesbury station, they were moving a train from our track to the other, and it has failed on the switch, blocking both tracks. He also, interestingly finished with “And to those people who rang the Premiers department, thanks – they now have a direct line into our situation”. I interpreted that as being sarcastic, but I’m not entirely sure… I’m not sure what to make of it. It was an unexpected comment. I guess maybe someone from Premiers may have been giving these guys a hard time or something. Who knows?
Communication Issues
The police officer jumps on the mic again and gives us an update (very little new info). He asks for patience, and for a favor – it turns out that��� the only contact they have are a few mobile phones, and can the passengers help by relaying messages along the train between officers and train guards at each end?
More waiting. Finally the voice told us apologetically that all traffic northbound was now blocked, and that when we arrived at Hawkesbury we would most likely jump on another train or buses, and be taken back to Hornsby RSL� where hot drinks and warm blankets and clothing awaited, and we would most likely be spending the night.
Clearance
We finally got moving – very slowly. We had to stop a few times for the train guards to place detonators on the rails. Someone might correct me, but I believe they place these on the tracks as a warning so that approaching vehicles know the line is blocked.
We came to a stop and waited some more. We were told we were waiting for clearance to enter the Hawkesbury section of the track (I assume it was confirmation that the other train had been shifted successfully). More and more waiting.
We arrived at Hawkesbury station and the train stopped but the doors didn’t open. After a few moments the voice declared the good news that were were going straight through to Hornsby and we got moving. On the way there the voice also called out to the train guards that confirmation had been received that we were the only ones on the line and we had straight through access to Hornsby – we were away, and quickly!
The Confusion
Several times on the way to Hornsby the voice told us that we would be spending the night at the Hornsby RSL, and they had hot food and drinks etc waiting for us.
When we arrived at the station however, no one knew what to do – there were several loudspeakered voices drowning each other out, and no one visually indicating where we should go – no gesturing or pointing. After asking some questions the first group of us got told where to go, only to be stopped by police taking down our details. No one knew why.
Almost every single person asked why, and were told it was in case we were injured or thought we might be injured. For most of us, all it did was hold up the movement of people.
There were police out on the street, but we had to ask to figure out where we needed to go. When we arrived at the RSL there were some buses… all the talk of the tea and hot food was lost – you had to ask where it was (there was no one tell us). The initial rush for buses was not pretty (there were only 2 buses for… what, maybe 200-300 people, probably more).
When the first buses left, a police officer with a loudspeaker asked all travellers to Gosford to line up at a certain point (where the 2nd bus was), but when the buses pulled up, declared that the first bus was the one going to Gosford. As all the people who weren’t lined up got on the bus, and all the people who were lined up missed out, this caused some backlash – a few of the more tipsy (or just angry?) travellers had some special words with police and other passengers. In one case there was a but of a scuffle which was quickly broken up.
After milling around a bit I finally got close enough to hear that to get to Newcastle I could get a Gosford bus, then train from there. And so I did. I got the last seat on the Gosford bus – yes, there were standing travellers, the poor things. I tried to give one woman my seat (because I could sit in the aisle on one of my bags) but she wouldn’t have a bar of it. ah well.
Gosford
Gosford was confusing – they told us over the loadspeaker to go to platform 3. And once we got there we were told to go to platform 1. No real worries – once the train arrived there was plenty of room to stretch out and relax. As the train waited a while (about a half hour) for other buses to arrive, there was a chance to use the vending machines etc.
Unbelievable Public
Heavy rain at Wyong station – a few officials (cityrail – no police or other emergency workers) were standing where the buses would arrive. They were answering individual questions but not informing everyone.
This (and the fact that the elevator was broken) was “unacceptable” to some travellers, who proceeded to declare to one of the men that they had “been on a derailed train for four hours and wanted to go home”. Several women had stern discussions with one poor man who handled it with enormous patience. The ladies didn’t seem to realise that this person had probably been working all day, and then had been brought back to the station that night and had probably been dealing with the uglier side of people all that time. He may even have his own problems� with transport, or safety of family.
The funniest thing was that while they berated this man for not providing information and for “not knowing anything”, I learnt exactly what they needed to know just by being quiet and keeping my ears open for five minutes.
Hamilton and Broadmeadow stations were under water, and much of the city was inaccessible – we would be traveling by bus north but no guarantees could be given as to whether we would even get through to Newcastle.
Understandable – its not like cityrail can control the flood levels, right? and the situation would be changing a fair bit, right? Wrong – the ladies continued to give this guy a hard time about not being able to guarantee that they would get home. Gees.
The Last Leg
Ok, the bus driver was awesome. On the way up he told us as much as he could about the situation – that a few buses had tried to get in and gotten stuck, that some areas were still inaccessible. Part way along he received a report from another bus about an update, which he passed on to us.
We tried to get through to Cardiff which required some driving through a lot of water, crossing the median strip and other skullduggery to do so. We passed cars that had water draining out of their doors, and others still half covered in water that had obviously been shunted around by strong currents.
We got to Cardiff and then Waratah with little incident. I was worried that this was the closest I could get to my house – a 30-40 minute walk with 2 back packs in heavy wind and rain with no wet weather gear. After a quick discussion with the driver he decided to change his route a little to swing much closer to my house – within 2 blocks in fact!
I can’t believe how lucky I was to have arrived in Newcastle at all, let alone find a bus driver willing to come closer to my house (which lies between 2 lower areas, prone to minor flooding at times) and then lucky again to have actually gotten through.
After all that I only had to walk a few blocks to gratefully enter my house dripping wet cold.
I had just enough time to contact a few people, post quickly on palegoldenrod, and just in the shower. As soon as I put my hands to my torch (”just in case”) we lost power.
The Current Situation
Power was still off this morning -� I dispensed some gas cooking gear to my neighbour (whose daughter was expecting big issues feeding her baby without cooking gear), got my sister to my house (it had flooded where she was, and was being evacuated) and looked to my supplies of food and water. Then I spent the afternoon getting in contact with others and playing my fiddle near a small fire in my courtyard as the rain had stopped (for a while, at least). Yeehaw.
I hear the water has subsided in most places in Newcastle, and power is being restored although there are some areas still without power, water or road access. Its getting better down here, anyway.
If you are in Newcastle and need anything (including information about the Hamilton and Mayfield areas), feel free to let me know – I’ll see what I can do. Or if you know me and need help, feel free to even turn up at my house. I have room and bedding for you if you need it.
BTW – Tune in to 1233AM for all the info, or go to
http://www.abc.net.au/newcastle – these are the only real source of info for what is going on in the Lower Hunter.
Word up to:
- my brother in the Branxton’s flood plains. Hope you are still ok out there. Go to the church hall if things turn bad – I hear they are ready for people.
- my parents who managed to get through to the north by some miracle. Nicely done – good to know you are away and clear to sunny Queensland.
- Mitch, Jeremy, Trish and Kellie� – glad you are all (finally) home and safe, you guys had some close calls, goddamn! Head up here if the waters come up again. I’m ready for you.
- Llew – are you ok out there? I don’t have any contact numbers for you at your new place. Are you being evacuated? Hope you’re safe!
- Stowy – man, can you get in contact with Mitch or me please. We can’t catch you and want to make sure you made it home ok. Thats if your home hasn’t become an aquarium.
- Strongy – glad you finally got clear of all this, and did it safely. I think you might be staying at Tamworth for a few days though, hehehe. You won’t be able to get back.
- Waydo – glad you and the family are safe and clear in Taree.
- Ilona – unlucky on the car, d’oh. Did you go and get it today, or is it totalled/missing/unsalvageable? Let me know if you need any help.
- CJ – no, I don’t want to hear “You should have stayed in Sydney”. Shhh
- Chris and the Owens – I hope you guys are all ok. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help.
Anyone – feel free to ping me here to let me know you are ok.
If tonight doesn’t bring new issues (apparently there is a second storm front coming?), then all we need to contend with tomorrow will be the slow-rise flooding of the Hunter River and the damage left over from the flash flooding and winds.
I hope you are all safe and well, even if you might not be able to read this!
Carly