8th June
2013
Cairns 16o 47.104S 145o 42.987E
I am in Yorkie’s Knob marina which is about 18k out of
town. Cairns is pretty urbanized and
most things can be obtained via the bus unless you leave your wallet on one… but that's another story.Here is the light pole I hit coming in ...
As you can see, I didn't have to let the spit swing far to hit it. And the damage...
Superglue repairs
Went up the creek next to the marina and met my first
smiling local.
Caught up with cuz Jules for a day and had a walk around town
getting orientated and fed green stuff that the cows won’t graze. She wanted to
show off her dress and shoes and handbag to show how the locals how to be
elegant. Unfortunately it wasn’t the
dress code for the Grand hotel even with the Golum inviting us in..
Had a hire car for a few days and managed to get up to the
hinterland. I don’t think the hire car
was supposed go where I took it. When I
got through the dirt roads to Goldsworthy National Park a bloke in a 4WD gave
me a disbelieving look. Nothing a wash
wont fix…
I took another drive up to Port Douglas to have a look at a
boat for Capt Pugwash. Port Douglas is
awfully pretentious, with the emphasis on awful. Resorts and coffee bars. It is well set up for the fly in tourists and
the drive up from Cairns along the coast road is beautiful but not my kind of
place. Here is the view from the only
lookout in town.
You will notice that some prat is building a house in front
of the lookout.
The Mustang turned up still suffering the affects of pneumonia. She was told not to travel by the Dr but it’s
like talking to a brick wall I suppose…
She made up a recovery position which she thinks she will be
able to keep watch from. We now have a
bean bag.
It's lucky we have so much cultural action out here at Yorkie’s Knob to keep us occupied while she recuperates.
Yes… a festival of the knob
We caught up with one of the Mustang’s old mates from
Broome. Amelia is learning to fly so
went up to the hinterland for a drive while she did a lesson.
Ms Earhart and her plane.
While we still had the hire car we went up to Kuranda up the
hill behind Cairns. It is has some really culturally significant things to
see...
like dino poo...
... and a pub
The Mustang getting into the spirit... 
Check out the bemused locals in the background. It’s true.
We have no shame. By the way, she
hasn’t been here a week and has already started telling dad jokes. It must be contagious.
Plenty to do for a day in Kuranda
Pre mantis sculpture with a view
Old coot with a view.
And as usual we were suitably attired for walking the rainforest
tracks.
Shorts, tee shirt and Double pluggers all round
You all know who this is by now
But did you know that he was a eunuch?
The Mustang took Merv up the creek to put out the nets. Her nervous smile is because of a 10foot
local on the bank.
You need to be quick putting your hand in the water to grab
the crab net ropes.
The boat has been scrubbed and filled with provisions to get
to Darwin. I've even cleaned out the bilge - a job I've been putting off. We should be heading off
Sunday morning after topping up the diesel tank and heading for a short stop at
Low Isles. The weather has been a bit fickle lately so we will do most sailing
early in the mornings until it makes up it mind what it is going to do.
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