Just got it this morning....Aussie Post seems to be on Cape-Time, too
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Charge Of The Midgets pt.2_Cape York on 110cc
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Just got it this morning....Aussie Post seems to be on Cape-Time, too
NOTE:
All pics from here are a group-effort and originate from 3 different cameras (one of them a 3mp Mobile Phone).
Glen rocks up this morning, proudly carrying the Fedex envelope he just got a day before from Canada.
One of those typical “Net”-things…a former teacher at the Bamaga School (right at the Tip of The Cape) had contacted him and asked, if he could take an original 1974 School Yearbook to pass on to the current principal…then promptly Fedexed the yearbook from his current home in Red Deer/ Canada to Brisbane.
NOW we’re on a REAL MISSION….the MAIL HAS TO GET THROUGH!!!
The afternoon is spent re-packing, sorting out ‘doubles”…and discovering what was left at home
:
Glen didn’t have a sleeping bag: “I thought we’re travelling light??”
….I’d forgotten my coffee-mug, only Rohan seemed to have at least 1 of everything…and then some…cracker start, mate!!
Glen gets himself some frozen ghoulies picking up a slab of coldies “they’ll fit on the tank!! ”
Really?
Then some local friends show up, Michelle and Alex are great fun and also bring some replacements for our “missing items” along, a coffee-mug and a blanket for Glen.
By the end of all the laughter there’s even a few cans left over for brecky….
All systems "GREEN" for tomorrow
All pics from here are a group-effort and originate from 3 different cameras (one of them a 3mp Mobile Phone).
Glen rocks up this morning, proudly carrying the Fedex envelope he just got a day before from Canada.
One of those typical “Net”-things…a former teacher at the Bamaga School (right at the Tip of The Cape) had contacted him and asked, if he could take an original 1974 School Yearbook to pass on to the current principal…then promptly Fedexed the yearbook from his current home in Red Deer/ Canada to Brisbane.
NOW we’re on a REAL MISSION….the MAIL HAS TO GET THROUGH!!!
The afternoon is spent re-packing, sorting out ‘doubles”…and discovering what was left at home
:Glen didn’t have a sleeping bag: “I thought we’re travelling light??”
….I’d forgotten my coffee-mug, only Rohan seemed to have at least 1 of everything…and then some…cracker start, mate!!Glen gets himself some frozen ghoulies picking up a slab of coldies “they’ll fit on the tank!! ”
Really?
Then some local friends show up, Michelle and Alex are great fun and also bring some replacements for our “missing items” along, a coffee-mug and a blanket for Glen.
By the end of all the laughter there’s even a few cans left over for brecky….
All systems "GREEN" for tomorrow
A grey morning on Cairns’ city-“beaches”….arghhh.
Presses home the point, that the whole town is built on tidal mud-flats…
Yuck, let’s get outta here…
Next stop is Ellis Beach for a coffee and the bunch of owners of the parked Dukes, Hogs and assorted yoghurt-tubs stays well in the back of the café, there’s just NO competition against a bunch of Cape-ready Posties.
Into Mossman Gorge, only a few k’s back from the coast
…and slowly, very slowly, the sun starts peeking through
…
Next stop is Port Douglas.
Byron Bay, Noosa, Port Douglas….swap the names around and nobody would notice.
Nowadays it’s just yet another one of those generic plastic tourist-traps with Danish Ice cream-shop next to surfwear, Real Estate, Café, Theme-Pub, Subway blahblahblah…
Time for some relief and piss-farting around out the back of Mossman
…and north again through the sugarcane-fields towards Daintree
At around the 80k peg, the whole thing comes to a stop….the FNFAST has just died!!
Cruising fine one second, dying in the arse the next!!
WTF????
We stand around, scratching whatever comes handy or feels good…FUGG!!
Check this, rattle there….and 5 mins later she’s purring again. What the hell was it? :wow:
No friggin clue…but let’s keep going, it’s not far to see Neville, another of Glen’s contacts, who’s the skipper of one of the Daintree River Tourist Cruise boats…and who’s offered to take us along for one of the cruises that afternoon.
Some cute little critters around here…all 16ft of it
10 Mins later it’s a 10ft female snoozing in the mud…
…..and spotting them really takes some training, Nev’s a champ at that!
But does he know what he’s in for when inviting the Postie Crew to stay the night at his place?
Nev….every minute’s been a pleasure and there’s always a place for you in Melbourne….a HUUUGE THANKS for your hospitality (and lots of other things).
While Nev slaves away with the next lot of tourists, we try to talk that gorgeous looking lady behind the counter into marrying Nev, but: “I’ve told him we can talk about it, if he comes up with some decent necklace or something, the real thing, ya know…”
Let’s mull that over...and get to Daintree-town first…and check on the CREB track, a possible option for the way down on the return from the Cape !
The old pub has turned into a Gallery and fastfood-joint…
GREAT, just what we’d hoped for!!
Glen’s excitement bubbles over and he has to find a quick-fix
Nev’d also given us some ferry tickets for the Daintree-Ferry, his place is just along the northern bank.
FNFAST decides to shit itself again as the ferry-queue starts to move….nothing but a good push with a stretched-out leg against the luggage rack to get the little shitter onto the ferry-deck then, aye?
10mins of rest, draining the carb bowl etc… and she’s a goer again. Nev’s place turns out to be a small oasis in dense rainforest… all 5 acres of it, small lake included.
The big, covered verandah is an open workshop, too…what a place to replace the first busted spoke on Plain Jane’s rear wheel (what else, why make it easy, heh?)
Nev lends a helping hand after coming home from work, but despite the applied magic
it’s a cock-up and I promptly pinch the tube trying to get that blasted 16.5” rear hoop on again…spoke’s fixed…now it’s a tube!!
Finding the leak….in the goldfish pond!
In the meantime, Rohan and Glen have decided to kick-start things between Nev and the “Office-Girl” …..and fabricated various versions of a “she’ll be BOWLED-OVER by THAT, you watch it, mate!!” necklace….made from some huge seeds found at the back of the veranda....and a set of ear rings while at it !!!
Jeez….not a bad day, that first one…only 130K’s or so, but who cares.
The light drizzle starts as the mozzies and midges become ferocious.
…just what the hell’s wrong with FNFAST??? :wow:
Presses home the point, that the whole town is built on tidal mud-flats…
Yuck, let’s get outta here…
Next stop is Ellis Beach for a coffee and the bunch of owners of the parked Dukes, Hogs and assorted yoghurt-tubs stays well in the back of the café, there’s just NO competition against a bunch of Cape-ready Posties.
Into Mossman Gorge, only a few k’s back from the coast
…and slowly, very slowly, the sun starts peeking through
…
Next stop is Port Douglas.
Byron Bay, Noosa, Port Douglas….swap the names around and nobody would notice.
Nowadays it’s just yet another one of those generic plastic tourist-traps with Danish Ice cream-shop next to surfwear, Real Estate, Café, Theme-Pub, Subway blahblahblah…
Time for some relief and piss-farting around out the back of Mossman
…and north again through the sugarcane-fields towards Daintree
At around the 80k peg, the whole thing comes to a stop….the FNFAST has just died!!
Cruising fine one second, dying in the arse the next!!
WTF????
We stand around, scratching whatever comes handy or feels good…FUGG!!
Check this, rattle there….and 5 mins later she’s purring again. What the hell was it? :wow:
No friggin clue…but let’s keep going, it’s not far to see Neville, another of Glen’s contacts, who’s the skipper of one of the Daintree River Tourist Cruise boats…and who’s offered to take us along for one of the cruises that afternoon.
Some cute little critters around here…all 16ft of it
10 Mins later it’s a 10ft female snoozing in the mud…
…..and spotting them really takes some training, Nev’s a champ at that!
But does he know what he’s in for when inviting the Postie Crew to stay the night at his place?
Nev….every minute’s been a pleasure and there’s always a place for you in Melbourne….a HUUUGE THANKS for your hospitality (and lots of other things).
While Nev slaves away with the next lot of tourists, we try to talk that gorgeous looking lady behind the counter into marrying Nev, but: “I’ve told him we can talk about it, if he comes up with some decent necklace or something, the real thing, ya know…”
Let’s mull that over...and get to Daintree-town first…and check on the CREB track, a possible option for the way down on the return from the Cape !
The old pub has turned into a Gallery and fastfood-joint…
GREAT, just what we’d hoped for!!
Glen’s excitement bubbles over and he has to find a quick-fix
Nev’d also given us some ferry tickets for the Daintree-Ferry, his place is just along the northern bank.
FNFAST decides to shit itself again as the ferry-queue starts to move….nothing but a good push with a stretched-out leg against the luggage rack to get the little shitter onto the ferry-deck then, aye?
10mins of rest, draining the carb bowl etc… and she’s a goer again. Nev’s place turns out to be a small oasis in dense rainforest… all 5 acres of it, small lake included.
The big, covered verandah is an open workshop, too…what a place to replace the first busted spoke on Plain Jane’s rear wheel (what else, why make it easy, heh?)
Nev lends a helping hand after coming home from work, but despite the applied magic
it’s a cock-up and I promptly pinch the tube trying to get that blasted 16.5” rear hoop on again…spoke’s fixed…now it’s a tube!!
Finding the leak….in the goldfish pond!
In the meantime, Rohan and Glen have decided to kick-start things between Nev and the “Office-Girl” …..and fabricated various versions of a “she’ll be BOWLED-OVER by THAT, you watch it, mate!!” necklace….made from some huge seeds found at the back of the veranda....and a set of ear rings while at it !!!
Jeez….not a bad day, that first one…only 130K’s or so, but who cares.
The light drizzle starts as the mozzies and midges become ferocious.
…just what the hell’s wrong with FNFAST??? :wow:
Fat raindrops hammer the roof at sparrow’s fart…
SHIT!!...:evil:the fixed rear hoop has lost most pressure overnight…another play-session with the tyre-levers is on the cards…arghhh
Nev has to leave for work and we’re moving out, too….the drops fall heavily out of the dark-green canopy. The first stretch of the Cape Tribulation Road is sealed and a perfect carvers stretch.
So perfect in fact, that I’m nearly barrelling into a deep culvert on the left while fiddling with some flapping strap under the tank:bang:
skidmarks everywhere, road and daks.
Just like the Reefton Spur near Melbourne, it climbs and drops, things are tight, real tight… and lots of blind corners under the dense tropical roof.
8 km on the rain stops… the road runs past a small beach before climbing into thick jungle again.
The hardpack is just TOO tempting….sand-circles instead of crop-circles, just to stun the locals.
Who’ll be the tightest?? Amazing how low you can go for a beer….
That’s it..let’s go north…
Past PK’s Resort and finally the tar stops….
At last…the first creek crossing on the way to Bloomfield… totally forgot the boots…
Someone else didn’t…
…and copped a wet crotch instead.
Then some steep bits…so steep, that they were concreted.
FNFAST up ahead zooms up the hill, losing speed fast, doesn’t even make it to the kink which only reveals the 2.half of the steep bit, yikes!!
SHIT!!...:evil:the fixed rear hoop has lost most pressure overnight…another play-session with the tyre-levers is on the cards…arghhh
Nev has to leave for work and we’re moving out, too….the drops fall heavily out of the dark-green canopy. The first stretch of the Cape Tribulation Road is sealed and a perfect carvers stretch.
So perfect in fact, that I’m nearly barrelling into a deep culvert on the left while fiddling with some flapping strap under the tank
:bang:skidmarks everywhere, road and daks.
Just like the Reefton Spur near Melbourne, it climbs and drops, things are tight, real tight… and lots of blind corners under the dense tropical roof.
8 km on the rain stops… the road runs past a small beach before climbing into thick jungle again.
The hardpack is just TOO tempting
….sand-circles instead of crop-circles, just to stun the locals.
Who’ll be the tightest?? Amazing how low you can go for a beer….
That’s it..let’s go north…
Past PK’s Resort and finally the tar stops….
At last…the first creek crossing on the way to Bloomfield… totally forgot the boots…
Someone else didn’t…
…and copped a wet crotch instead.
Then some steep bits…so steep, that they were concreted.
FNFAST up ahead zooms up the hill, losing speed fast, doesn’t even make it to the kink which only reveals the 2.half of the steep bit, yikes!!
Coming up behind, I hear Glen’s “FAARK, I can’t hold her!!!” paddling backwards at an increasing rate of knots… front wheel skidding, front brake lever pulled flush to the bars, white knuckles.
As I creep past, he shoots backwards across the track into the ditch: “ZIG ZAG, mate, ZIG ZAG!!!”
Now I’m wildly gyrating across the concrete, edge to edge, paddling wildly to keep the engine going and the auto-clutch biting at, what sounds and feels like 200rpm.
Rivers of sweat…swearing and begging into the helmet at the same time… the water from the last river-crossing sloshing inside the boots….”Plain Jane” pops out the top huffing and puffing.
“Team Honda” copped most of the drama before the climb and kept the revs skyhigh going down the gears on the climb… and makes it with only a few wobbles.
30k’s on and just past Bloomfield…FNFAST conks out again.:evil::evil:
This time it’s a lengthy stop, the sun’s out and things get hot and humid in a flash…
...some more play with the carby…then we find that there’s no spark….new plug then…still no spark.
We swap the ECU and reg/rec with the same items from “Plain Jane”…and BOTH bikes fire up and run immediately…HUHHH??
Whatever….time for another try to make the Lions Den Hotel, 35k’s up the road.
With yet another 15min FNFAST-stop along the way, the first stubbie turns to steam as it sloshes down the gullet. There’s nothing like a late brecky on a hot day…
Another round?? Glen’s thinking about it real hard…for a splitsecond!
Things aren’t looking too good; it’s only day2 on the road….
FNFAST is rapidly becoming a real problem and there are only 2 options: either it’s the coil, for which we haven’t got a spare, or it’s the stator, a fairly common problem with the CT’s…and we’ve got a spare one of those!! The whole thing, cover, new gasket and all….but it’s a bit of a job.
We decide to nurse the bike through the rest of the afternoon and into Cooktown.
Onto the main drag then for the 50k’s…and 2 more “rest-stops” along the way, one of them at Black Mountain, a small range of hills entirely made of big, black boulders... weird…and somewhat eerie.
Pitching Chateau-Canvas at the Cooktown Caravan Park, the local “Fisho” pulls in and we get 2kg of fresh prawns for dinner, the reception donates the bread.
(A Thanks here to the managers of the place for their generous help and hospitality)
Glen gets stuck into swapping stators; the worst part is cleaning the old gasket off the engine case to make the fresh one seal properly.
Just one kick and it’s a runner….BUT…. we’ve had that too many times before.
We’ll find out tomorrow if it’s a real fix or just another failed attempt.
As we finally leave “civilization” behind and get into the bottom end of the Cape proper, it doesn’t make for good tidings….
The cam-chain tensioner didn't look to good, either...
As I creep past, he shoots backwards across the track into the ditch: “ZIG ZAG, mate, ZIG ZAG!!!”
Now I’m wildly gyrating across the concrete, edge to edge, paddling wildly to keep the engine going and the auto-clutch biting at, what sounds and feels like 200rpm.
Rivers of sweat…swearing and begging into the helmet at the same time… the water from the last river-crossing sloshing inside the boots….”Plain Jane” pops out the top huffing and puffing.
“Team Honda” copped most of the drama before the climb and kept the revs skyhigh going down the gears on the climb… and makes it with only a few wobbles.
30k’s on and just past Bloomfield…FNFAST conks out again.:evil::evil:
This time it’s a lengthy stop, the sun’s out and things get hot and humid in a flash…
...some more play with the carby…then we find that there’s no spark….new plug then…still no spark.
We swap the ECU and reg/rec with the same items from “Plain Jane”…and BOTH bikes fire up and run immediately…HUHHH??
Whatever….time for another try to make the Lions Den Hotel, 35k’s up the road.
With yet another 15min FNFAST-stop along the way, the first stubbie turns to steam as it sloshes down the gullet. There’s nothing like a late brecky on a hot day…
Another round?? Glen’s thinking about it real hard
…for a splitsecond!
Things aren’t looking too good; it’s only day2 on the road….
FNFAST is rapidly becoming a real problem and there are only 2 options: either it’s the coil, for which we haven’t got a spare, or it’s the stator, a fairly common problem with the CT’s…and we’ve got a spare one of those!! The whole thing, cover, new gasket and all….but it’s a bit of a job.
We decide to nurse the bike through the rest of the afternoon and into Cooktown.
Onto the main drag then for the 50k’s…and 2 more “rest-stops” along the way, one of them at Black Mountain, a small range of hills entirely made of big, black boulders... weird…and somewhat eerie.
Pitching Chateau-Canvas at the Cooktown Caravan Park, the local “Fisho” pulls in and we get 2kg of fresh prawns for dinner, the reception donates the bread.
(A Thanks here to the managers of the place for their generous help and hospitality)
Glen gets stuck into swapping stators; the worst part is cleaning the old gasket off the engine case to make the fresh one seal properly.
Just one kick and it’s a runner….BUT…. we’ve had that too many times before.
We’ll find out tomorrow if it’s a real fix or just another failed attempt.
As we finally leave “civilization” behind and get into the bottom end of the Cape proper, it doesn’t make for good tidings….
The cam-chain tensioner didn't look to good, either...
FNQ dunnies!!
Lube-ing the chain, a 2-man job. Jam the front down to free up the rear wheel, the other one sprays…
A quick run around Cooktown, up the top to the lighthouse and down the wharf, bacon ‘n-egg rolls at the bakery, then some “last-minute-noodle” shopping …
35k’s of asphalt and smooth dirt towards Hopevale, the Posties are humming between 55-60kmh and we’re at the start of the 80km tack-to-the-west, the infamous Battle Camp Road.
Within 5 kilometres, we know that THIS is where the cookie crumbles, this is IT…THE REAL THING!!...corrugations from edge to edge and so deep, that lower arms are cramped within minutes, hands turning numb.
Sweet Jeezaz….there’s over THOUSAND km of this AHEAD!!!!!
If it’s not BADLY corrugated, it’s sandy…and then there are long stretches, where it’s BOTH !!!
Then add some rocks sticking out here and there and the bulldust-holes.
With 30mm of sloppy suspension travel at both ends, it’s gonna be bad, REAL BAD…
Oncoming traffic makes the world go down…dust so thick, we just have to stop and let it roll over us.
Bikes are shooting off-track willy-nilly, suspension is hammering on the blocks constantly, at 30kmh the rider’s only a passenger…
Hang on and hope for the best…
...and the lightest impact when things go pearshape...
The crossing at Isabella Creek Falls is a welcome break…
Another 65k’s to go to Old Laura Homestead
Not that it helps…rear suspension adjustment-on-the-fly
Blending into the surroundings
Coming up a small climb, an R100 GS PD stands at the side of the road, nobody around, bike abandoned….until we come closer.
Oh man…this is looking NASTY !!
80% of the rear spokes are busted, the bike propped on the remaining few spokes, side stand and front wheel.
A couple of days later we hear that the poor bastard was flown out with multiple fractures.
This pretty much says it all then…
Lube-ing the chain, a 2-man job. Jam the front down to free up the rear wheel, the other one sprays…
A quick run around Cooktown, up the top to the lighthouse and down the wharf, bacon ‘n-egg rolls at the bakery, then some “last-minute-noodle” shopping …
35k’s of asphalt and smooth dirt towards Hopevale, the Posties are humming between 55-60kmh and we’re at the start of the 80km tack-to-the-west, the infamous Battle Camp Road.
Within 5 kilometres, we know that THIS is where the cookie crumbles, this is IT…THE REAL THING!!...corrugations from edge to edge and so deep, that lower arms are cramped within minutes, hands turning numb.
Sweet Jeezaz….there’s over THOUSAND km of this AHEAD!!!!!
If it’s not BADLY corrugated, it’s sandy…and then there are long stretches, where it’s BOTH !!!
Then add some rocks sticking out here and there and the bulldust-holes.
With 30mm of sloppy suspension travel at both ends, it’s gonna be bad, REAL BAD…
Oncoming traffic makes the world go down…dust so thick, we just have to stop and let it roll over us.
Bikes are shooting off-track willy-nilly, suspension is hammering on the blocks constantly, at 30kmh the rider’s only a passenger…
Hang on and hope for the best…
...and the lightest impact when things go pearshape...
The crossing at Isabella Creek Falls is a welcome break…
Another 65k’s to go to Old Laura Homestead
Not that it helps
…rear suspension adjustment-on-the-fly
Blending into the surroundings
Coming up a small climb, an R100 GS PD stands at the side of the road, nobody around, bike abandoned….until we come closer.
Oh man…this is looking NASTY !!
80% of the rear spokes are busted, the bike propped on the remaining few spokes, side stand and front wheel.
A couple of days later we hear that the poor bastard was flown out with multiple fractures.
This pretty much says it all then…
Next crossing is the Normanby River…another easy crossing, picking our way through the shallowest part.
Pretty spot, with some good campsites
Red dust on red beard…
Miraculously FNFAST is running like a dream, no more cutouts, no more trouble and with all the slow going in sand, it certainly would’ve shit itself by now….is there hope?
Going for air at the Horseshoe Lagoon turnoff
Battlecamp becomes a real challenge as the km’s wear on; will the friggin corrugations ever stop??
We meet a bunch of MXers at Old Laura…one of the guided 4 day rides out of Cairns
The guide shows up: “You’re farkin’ CRAZY!! What the hell are you doing here on those things??”
“The mail MUST get through…”
“NUTZ!!! All of ya…ohh, you heard of the Japanese guy on the Postie, twice as loaded as you, he’s about a week or 2 ahead of you…and the guy who…yaddayadda”
Our initiation and inclusion to the “Cape-Gazette”, the living, breathing, never-ending stream of news and rumours of who is where, what happened to whom, when and how…brought to you by ALL travellers, guides, locals etc. going south or north on The Cape….and our start to some dubious fame.
“The 3 Posties” were born right there and then….the news travelled 3 times as fast northwards as what we did…
Tacking north into Lakefield National Park
The giant bulldust hole about 25km north of Old Laura…Rohan barrels into it at full tilt, the yellow pack up top gyrates 3 foot from side-to-side before the flailing legs and arms disappear in a GIANT cloud of dust….then he somehow comes out the other end, boots chockers full of packed dust….INSIDE!
…and FNFAST still hasn’t even coughed, she’s running like a gem towards Kalpower Crossing.
A bit rattly, but without hiccups…
The Camp at the crossing is a beautiful spot, good enough for Rohan to try a line
We’re in over our heads.
The going is tough and brutally hard on the little bikes… if this keeps up; some serious problems aren’t far off…
Glen disappears early, Rohan and I hang around the fire with another bunch of great guys on a 1-week MX tour, talking shit under star-studded skies…it just can’t get much better than that.
Pretty spot, with some good campsites
Red dust on red beard…
Miraculously FNFAST is running like a dream, no more cutouts, no more trouble and with all the slow going in sand, it certainly would’ve shit itself by now….is there hope?
Going for air at the Horseshoe Lagoon turnoff
Battlecamp becomes a real challenge as the km’s wear on; will the friggin corrugations ever stop??
We meet a bunch of MXers at Old Laura…one of the guided 4 day rides out of Cairns
The guide shows up: “You’re farkin’ CRAZY!! What the hell are you doing here on those things??”
“The mail MUST get through…”
“NUTZ!!! All of ya…ohh, you heard of the Japanese guy on the Postie, twice as loaded as you, he’s about a week or 2 ahead of you…and the guy who…yaddayadda”
Our initiation and inclusion to the “Cape-Gazette”, the living, breathing, never-ending stream of news and rumours of who is where, what happened to whom, when and how…brought to you by ALL travellers, guides, locals etc. going south or north on The Cape….and our start to some dubious fame.
“The 3 Posties” were born right there and then….the news travelled 3 times as fast northwards as what we did…
Tacking north into Lakefield National Park
The giant bulldust hole about 25km north of Old Laura…Rohan barrels into it at full tilt
, the yellow pack up top gyrates 3 foot from side-to-side before the flailing legs and arms disappear in a GIANT cloud of dust….then he somehow comes out the other end, boots chockers full of packed dust….INSIDE!
…and FNFAST still hasn’t even coughed, she’s running like a gem towards Kalpower Crossing.
A bit rattly, but without hiccups…
The Camp at the crossing is a beautiful spot, good enough for Rohan to try a line
We’re in over our heads.
The going is tough and brutally hard on the little bikes… if this keeps up; some serious problems aren’t far off…
Glen disappears early, Rohan and I hang around the fire with another bunch of great guys on a 1-week MX tour, talking shit under star-studded skies…it just can’t get much better than that.
farawayman
Long Timer
You have my attention Pete, don't stop now
S
Stromer
Guest
Hehe pete, growing up, Cairns use to have The Fun in the Sun Festival and it started with a parade (I use to ride one of my horses in it every year during my high school years) that ended up at the esplanade. Thats when the real fun begun.
There was a race from far out in the mud to who could make it back to the esplanade walking through the mud the quickest.
dont know if the festival still goes, most likely not, the do gooders and greenies have most likely put a stop to it.
As for Port Douglas, well I am forever telling people who are dying to go there for holidays, its ruin was started by Christopher Skase and its kept snowballing from there. I remember it when it was still sort of a great place.
WOW the rest of the ride so far, what a great adventure, I dont know if I would ever be game enough to do it on posties, you three are my heros
Cant wait for the next installment
Tracey
There was a race from far out in the mud to who could make it back to the esplanade walking through the mud the quickest.
dont know if the festival still goes, most likely not, the do gooders and greenies have most likely put a stop to it.
As for Port Douglas, well I am forever telling people who are dying to go there for holidays, its ruin was started by Christopher Skase and its kept snowballing from there. I remember it when it was still sort of a great place.
WOW the rest of the ride so far, what a great adventure, I dont know if I would ever be game enough to do it on posties, you three are my heros
Cant wait for the next installment
Tracey
A grey morning on Cairns’ city-“beaches”….arghhh.
Presses home the point, that the whole town is built on tidal mud-flats…