No sooner had we stepped off the plane when Vicky, the contreband genius, was sussed out by a clever sniffer dog named Tully. Alas the guards were merely on a quest for carrots and other legumes and, despite Tully's valiant efforts, with much eyebrown twirling and bum sniffage, the guards overlooked an array of weapons. In their adamant search for all things edible they interrogated Vicky on her intentions regarding a loaf and half packet of oreos. A swiss army knife, tweezers and tin opener in her hand luggage remained undiscovered! After further interrogation and ticking off for failing to declare 2 shell bracelets at customs we emerged into the land of Oz.

Much sleep and hiding from the rain (and many aboriginals lurking along the esplanade) occurred in the first couple of days. On a rare occasion of bed leaving Charlene and Clare embarked upon a voyage of discovery and quickly retreated, after stumbling across a 'Beware Crocodiles' sign, back to bed, there to await the merriment of St. Patricks day. Fun and frolics galore ensued in P.J. O'Brien's, with much hat pilfering, magners drinking (yay we have missed it so!!) and manic jigging all day long. Another day spent in bed recovering from the previous days festivities followed with much vowing never to drink again....later that night however we were enticed by a 5 drinks for $12 sign and the rest is history...

Having finally decided to sort out the rest of our trip, rather than drink all our money away in Cairns, we ventured to the legend that is Peter Pan. Hardcore travellers that we have become we were unphased by the 11 hour overnight bus. Onwards on the greyhound to our next stop Airlie Beach....