So finally it was time to leave Cape Tribulation. In a state of depression we hopped onto the bus back to Cairnes. Our sadness soon subsided after noticing the tropical storm on the seas horizon. Unlucky for those left back at the beach house. After a fairly long drive we were back in good old Calypso in Cairnes for a fairly short sleep in a room that smelt like herbs and faeces. Nice.
It was yet another early fugitive start (6am) to the day to catch the ox experience bus. We got there ON TIME, which made life so much easier (no need to remind you of the pink dolphin incident)Our Guide Hailey, more commonly known as "comet," was alittle bit full on. To cut it short she tried way to hard to be "cool", unfornately for her describing her obsession for karaoke and getting her boobs out didn't go down too well with the passengers. She did however know her "stuff" about oz and made some very funny comments that i can't quote at this point. Oh and she was lovely! On the way down we stopped off at a croc farm to meet "the real crocodile dundee", the guy who inspired the film. He was absoloutly mental. Imagine having to get into a small cage by yourself with a hunk of meat in your hand and nothing but a rake (dont ask) to proctect you from a 18ft 6" salt water crocodile called gregory (why are gregs always massive?!)Oh and did i mention he was hungry? Well for those who haven't worked it out this guy does it everyday AND he has this novelty trick of sitting on the crocodile and jumping up and down. He wasn't the thinest guy i'd ever met, he obviously liked a beer and a pie or seven, and he still sits on the crocodile. To our amazment gregory wasn't even bovered tho. We tried some croc meat (very tough) and held snakes and had the option to be bitten by one, i have to ask why on earth you'd ever want that?! We held a baby croc and baby dingo (check google for images of this cute critter). After the most unusal farm i've ever been to we set off to Mission Beach.
Now the main activities here are Skydiving and Whitewater rafting, being on a tight budget has had us in a pickle about it and we've decided to wait till Kiwi to do these, much to the disapointment of younger family members i'm sure, and i bet there is a sense of relief flowing through our mothers and fathers and our bank accounts. So last night we went to a bar called coconutz for a "rave". It was more an excuse for people to get drunk, especially for two lads who most probally slept in ditches, because they looked soft and comfortable. We left by 11 on our free transport, a mini 7 seater bus, with 21 others. If we'd been pulled over I'm pretty sure our driver would hav been done with the transport of illegal immigrants. It looked so dodgy! Anyway we got back went to bed and today we've popped down to the shops to get some food and book some accomodation on magnetic island. Now you're more or less upto date. Over and Out.
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