Thursday 28th August – Cape Tribulation to Cairns

In the morning I awoke to the sounds of the rainforest.  I mean literally hear not some dodgy C.D. that you can buy, you know in the rack next to the whale-song one.  I got up and checked out, ate some food and went on t’internet at the hostel.  When the bus came to pick me up I was proud that, perhaps for the first time since leaving Cairns, I wasn’t the one who made the entire bus wait.

 

On the way back to Cairns we took the ferry crossing across the Daintree river.  We stopped briefly at a look out and saw the cloud covered bays below.  We carried on and then stopped at Mossman Gorge.  The place was stunning with little waterfalls (you know how much I like them) and a suspended bridge over the gorge which bounced up and down when you walked on it.

 

After Mossman Gorge we went to Port Douglas where I looked at the beach, strolled round the town and ate chips.  Port Douglas was a nice place which felt very rich to be honest.  I had been told by a member of staff in Cairns that it was full of millionaires and was pleased to see children’s t-shirts with “trainee millionaire” printed across the front.  It was odd actually as the main street seemed to have a large number of children’s designer clothes shops.  Unfortunately there weren’t any eligible bachelors driving round in Ferraris so I decided that it wasn’t my kind of place.

 

Back in Cairns I got dropped off at the YHA hostel only to be told that they didn’t have any vacancies.  I headed to another hostel on the city map only to find that it wasn’t a hostel but luxury apartments.  The name really should have given this one away but for some reason it didn’t.  I have now checked into Cairns Bohemia central, or something, and I’m guessing should really return to pay them as I told them I was going to the cash point and have now been gone for a couple of hours.  I was invited out by a group of people on my bus tonight but think that an early night with a cup of hot cocoa and my knitting sounds more appealing.  Well maybe not the cocoa and knitting but a shower and some trashy television.

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