| 22 August |
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Cathy... Another 7am start. Emma, our guide, is extremely friendly and introduces everyone to each other on the bus. There are about 16 of us, from all over the world. Unfortunately we spend an hour doing pick-ups, partly as Emma is so keen to get us all talking and mixing. She tells us how unpopular the decision to build a beach in Cairns has been with the locals,. and how the council have had some terrible ideas about trying to make the town nicer for tourists. The idea is to get people to stay during the day rather than going on excursions - the policies mainly include trying to get rid of Aborigines, and stopping them meeting in the town's parks.
The road is incredibly steep and winding, with wonderful views over the hills - the Great Dividing Range.
Lunch is at Yungaburra, a town in the middle of nowhere, with a population of 900, which somehow supports tourists. We have burgers and chips, and then a guy picks up Iain and I for canoeing. Everyone else goes back on our bus to the waterfall/swimming option. We drive to the Lodge, and pick up five others, who've stayed overnight. We go to a man-made lake and get out canoes. I'm a little unsure how my foot will cope with this, but thought I'll give it a go. They're two-man canoes, so Iain takes the back seat of ours and steers. This is helpful as I'm inexperienced and hopeless. The lake was made earlier in the twentieth century. Unfortunately it sunk a couple of villages by accident, which are now underneath. It starts raining again, and we get really wet and cold. Lifejackets are the only thing keeping us a bit warm and dry. We go Yabby fishing, pulling up small cages, which I didn't know we'd be doing, and am a bit unhappy about. Most of the wildlife seems to have gone into hiding; we're supposed to be able to see tree kangaroos and platypus; this is why we've come. They only live in small parts of Australia and are relatively rare. Unfortunately we don't see a single tree kangaroo. We do, however, see plenty of birds, including pelicans; a huge dead fish, and eventually a platypus, 100m away. It keeps diving and swimming away from us, so we can only glimpse bits of it. We're pretty disappointed, particularly as our "guide" doesn't seem to be guiding us, we just canoe randomly. The lake isn't that big, and there's one creek to go up, which is short. We're bored, and cold. Everyone seems to have a silent consensus to head back, which we do, two hours early. We get back to the hostel, freezing.
We request to be dropped near the restaurant we want to eat at, but unfortunately it's full, again. We try the Italian opposite, which is pretty good. Iain has a seafood pasta, with big yabbies, fish and muscles. I'm trying to persuade him to eat lots of fish in this area, since it should be varied and fresh. We type a couple of days diary, but can't find an internet cafe with good enough machines to upload photos. We walk back to the hostel at 10.30pm. It's nice to be able to walk around in the warm evening, Cairns is pretty quiet and peaceful, if you avoid the backpacker areas! | |||||||||||||||||
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