We began our day with our special request for chicken broth at the buffet which warmed our bellies and hearts for the days activities ahead. The morning consisted of several hours lazily lounging by the pool, working on our second coat of colour, people watching and completing crosswords. We ventured into the pool for the first time, completed a successful lap and decided to retire from our swimming careers while we were still ahead of the game. Tania noted that the DJ was lazy with backgorund music on this particular morning and was possibly recovering from yesterdays successful set.We borrowed bikes again to venture back in to town, but somehow ended up with very same bikes from yesterday, which had apparently undergone a spray of WD 40. We were reassured that they would not fall apart during our ride. Just to make sure, Tania and I swapped bikes from yesterday, however somehow the clunking sound followed me on to the other bike, while hers was as silent as a tree (they dont make much noise according to Tania).

We rode down to the beach which was a short lived experience once we saw the vingear for jellyfish stings. We literally came, saw and left in search of lunch around the marina. We headed towards the marina via the backstreets and parked our bikes along the harbour. The marina was lovely, lined with market stalls in which we appeared to be easy targets for the locals who tried to sell us everything from rare self excavated gem stones, to body scrubs used at "all the top spas" to a book about a sinkhole in an old ladys front yard which could only be fixed by her pet truffle finding pig.

We escaped the wrath of market stall owners to revisit a cafe we had found yesterday along the main strip for lunch. The gourmet sounding sandwiches we ordered were underwhelming to say the least, particularly because of our insatiable appetites which we largely attributed to the intense cycling we had been doing. We ordered a 3rd sandwich to share which helped our afternoon spritzers go down without the excess production of stomach acid.

We rode back to our hotel to return the bikes and approach the conceirge to book the following days activities. We planned to visit the Daintree rainforest and had received fantastic advice from a staff member the previous evening.

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Callum is the kind of staff member you cant help but concurrently facepalm yourself whilst crying from laughter at the sheer stupidity that comes out of his mouth. We had approached the desk wanting to book a tour to the great barrier reef and daintree forest, only to have Callum telling us he was there on the weekend and regardless of what we did we would enjoy queensland. No s*** sherlock, thats why we are here. He then proceeded to carry on about amazing ice cream he had eaten at a banana farm. I asked him if he meant a plantation? "Good girl! Thats the one!". We were essentially being given tourism advice by a tourist, who had NO IDEA what he was on about. The afternoon involved lots of calls from reception trying to organise tours, but each time we would communicate with Callum we found ourselves in fits of laughter but incredibly frustrated as he got dates muddled up, names of tour companies wrong and would forget the activities we wanted to do. Tania reckons he could play a part on Mrs.Brown's boys. After Tania confirming that we were actually booked on the tours we wanted to go on, we headed out to dinner at Nautilus which came highly recommended by a friend. And boy did Nautilus deliver! We had a truly magical evening with us both agreeing it was the most romantic restaurant either of us had ever been to. If you can call an evening between two mates magical or romantic.

Regardless of our platonic friendship, the ambience of sitting amongst the treetops, sipping on coctails whilst baby bandicoots scoot across on the floorboards below was truly dripping with romance, whilst we downed our coctails in record timing and made fun of the waiter who became known to us as Monseiur Fancy Pants. OH the hilarity of Monseiur Fancy Pants! With his thick french accent, tuft of grey hair and high waisted pants, Monseiur Fancy Pants became the entertainment of our evening. Whilst he appearwd to turn his nose up at some of our choices (not pairing meals with wine, sharing an entree and desert), his mannerisms are what truly give him his name. Sweeping our table down of crumbs with his metal device, shooing my clutch to the side of the table, Monsieur Fancy pants ran a tight ship at Nautilus. Tania had the courage to ask fancy pants how long he had worked at the restaurant, in which he briskly replied "One month!" and stormed off.

But lets talk about the food! We shared a delicious sashimi entree consisting of raw tuna, kingfish and a salmon salad which although tasty, was on the small side as we used chopsticks to eat the remaining creme freshe from the side of the plate. The standout however, was the main dishes of seafood risotto and duck two ways. Both so well presented and so tasty, we were literally licking the slabs of granite they served them on. Last but not least was the trio of creme brulee, vanilla, coconut and ginger.

When we realised the coctails were taking their toll on our ability to contain our laughter around fancy pants, we decided it was time to make an exit on what had been a delicious, entertaining and captivating evening.