Last Day in the Far North.

8 nights in Port Douglas and lazy swines that we are we had spent most evenings doing the two miles into the centre by car or courtesy bus (If mummy and daddy both wanted a little drink) we were therefore kicking ourselves that we didn't bother walking into town after we discovered it could be done via a stunning beach stroll. Why hadn't we done this earlier? We won't get a chance to do it again! Mind you it took us over an hour so we probably would not have done it again anyway. We also found that the majority of other people seemed to be running it or cycling it, our pace was definitely strolling especially as we had a bottle of red wine with us. We were surprised that more people were not doing this until we found out later that it is a criminal offence in Queensland to drink in public unless at a licensed premises....OOPS!
We enjoyed it anyway although any pictures of this could not be downloaded as we look half cut in all of them including the one below.



Sitting under palm trees was probably not a good idea because there were some ominous looking nuts dangling from several of them.



There is some sense of purgatory about Queensland though that the waters are so inviting yet so deadly and so no beach swim; instead we satisfied ourselves by returning to Mossman Gorge this time with beach towels and cheese sandwiches. It was midday so whilst we stupidly cultivated our melanomas Jess and alex found some shade to play their games.



Sad to say this seems to primarily involve the toy dogs they got from Mcdonalds (AKA Maccers).
Sadder to say they have the complete set! We'll be interested to find out if they are doing the "my dinner now" sales con back in England "The dinner you'd cook if you cooked".



Having tired of sunbathing Tina got her watercolours out. The offer of tap water from our Evian bottle was not enough though so I was sent to get her some proper Gorge water. Bloody Artists!



And here is what was painted or something similar involving rocks. She prides herself in having claimed a souvenir rock from all of our "interesting rock" locations. She can't wait to show them to everyone when she gets home. The fact they are going to add three more kilos to our luggage does not seem to worry her.
Look carefully at the photo below and you will also see how we had absolutely minutes of enjoyment stacking rocks. It reminds me of taking bored year six pupils on beach walks and gettting to the "oh no! what shall we do with them now?" scenario.



In between all this some bathing was had. I enjoyed this too until I nearly got swept down the river so stayed in "stiller" water only to find this is better known as stagnant water and was hence the home of several thousand larvae of some description.