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How could we have forgotten the wet season

We set off for Cairns in high spirits. The cyclone had come ashore far south and we stepped off the plane into the typically steamy heat we recalled from PNG days. Our first trip was down memory lane to Kuranda in the Atherton Tablelands - last visited nearly 30 years ago when T&C were just tots. It was originally an alternative community set up largely by old hippies whose laid back lifestyle provided the perfect escape from the pressures of PNG. Think Camden Lock in the rainforest :o) Even the WWII plane wreck was still there.
We passed a very contented few hours playing Backgammon and drinking locally-grown organic coffee before heading back to Cairns. This town has changed out of all recognition and now boasts a huge Casino and Convention Centre. We headed for the beach and settled for a walk along the marina, drinking a cool beer as vast black stormclouds blew in from every direction. Even the fruitbats with a wingspan of 3' who congregate over the bay each evening couldn't make any headway against the wind.
The next morning we woke to discover it had been raining - and blowing a gale - all night, flooding the roads in some places. Suffice it to say our planned break with a cool drink beside the pool for 4 days never happened. we fled for Japan with our umbrella blowing inside-out and temperatures still too warm for shoes!!!

Posted by colandmand 06:32

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