Chapter 866 Turtle Island (2/2)

”I'm going back to Boston. How about this? I'll show you Turtle Island before you go. My island is not bad. It has a vineyard,” said Steve.

Li Du really wanted to visit Turtle Island. He knew that Steve could help him figure out what he needed to know in order to buy Seagull Island.

Turtle Island, which was not far from the world-famous Great Barrier Reef, was not far out to sea like Seagull Island was. Instead, it was located on the coast, close to the port city of Gladstone. Life was much more convenient close to the city. After all, the farther away one was, the harder it would be to get fresh food and other supplies.

Li Du, Hans, Big Quinn, and others flew in Steve's helicopter, which was faster and more comfortable than the Mi-8.

Turtle Island belonged to Queensland, a state bordering the South Pacific Ocean. It had a year-round warm climate and ample sunshine, as well as flat terrain, abundant resources, and a happy population.

As the helicopter landed, Li Du looked down from the air and saw the port city of Gladstone. The city's unique art deco architecture with ice cream colors gave local residents a layer of romance. Gladstone was a local tourist attraction with a lot of vintage cars that cruised between the city's shops and its suburban vineyards.

”On the outskirts of the city and on the neighboring island, there are over 100 wineries of all sizes. When you arrive on my island, you will see a small winery,” said Steve.

Li Du laughed and said, ”Your island is less than ten hectares, and there is a winery on it?”

Steve shrugged and said, ”What would I be doing buying an island without a winery?”

After hearing this, Li Du thought in his heart that his island also had a lot of grapes, and the grapes were very good. Maybe when he bought the island, he could also build a winery.

The history of grape planting and winemaking in Gladstone could be traced back more than 160 years, as the mineral-bearing, weakly alkaline soil, combined with the sunny, rainless environment of the South Pacific Ocean made for a distinctive Mediterranean climate. It was very suitable for growing grapes.

The helicopter made a brief stopover in the city and then continued east, with Steve pointing downward as Turtle Island came into view. It was a very small island, only about a kilometer or two away from the coastline.

It was in the afternoon they arrived. The sun was bright and gentle, shining on the sea and the islands, adding a soft touch to the island and the surrounding sea.

The island had a rough terrain and a small, gently sloping hill. There was a large vineyard on this hillside. Since autumn was the season of grape harvest, rows of neatly planted grapes occupied the entire hillside.

Looking back, Steve's house was at the top of the hill. It had a distinctly Mediterranean style. There was a tarmac on the island, where the helicopter made a smooth landing. Steve waved them down the hillside toward the house. It was a large house with a swimming pool, a playground, and a winery. The house was quite old, and the outer wall was covered with ivy. Because of the season, the ivy's leaves had become a dazzling red!