The Robb clan has been reunited and are now attacking the tropical heat of Cairns in a new and exciting way: A lovely air-conditioned apartment!!

Once Lynn and Leslie had recovered from their jetlag and got used to walking on solid ground again, we decided to mix things up a little and take them back to into the air by riding the Skyrail over the top of the local rainforest.

At first it was hard to appreciate just how high up we were as the cable car took off, as the trees were so tall that they were only a few feet below us, but every time we went over one of the supporting pylons, Leslie turned an interesting shade of green!! After about ten minutes of bobbing about in the wind, we reached the first station, were we got out and were given a guided tour around a rainforest walkway. As we strolled around, our crazy guide told us about all the different types of fauna and vegetation that sustained the ecosystem of the area. Like they say, "In one ear....."

Once this was over, we were back in the cable car and this time there was just several hundred feet of nothingness beneath us until the rocky riverbed. This gave us some great views of the river below and the many waterfalls that we feeding into it, and the second station allowed us to view the waterfalls from a couple of lookouts just a few metres above them. There was also an educational centre at this station that we could walk around, and we did so for about 30 seconds until we realised that what the Australians call an "educational centre", we call a "Sauna" back in the UK, and we left as quickly as our dehydrated bodies would allow us.

The final leg of the journey was over the crocodile infested Kuranda river, as we started our descent into the town of Kuranda, where the first stop was for some much needed replenishment. After a hearty feed, we took a stroll around the town to see what was about. We didn't go into the Butterfly Sanctuary or the Koala Kingdom, and neither did we venture into the Dangerous and Deadly Insects exhibition. Instead, we took a cultural look around the local Aboriginal art and played many a tuneless harmony on a variety of didgeridoo's.

The return journey to Cairns was taken along the Scenic Railway, which meanders along the mountain sides and over gaping chasms, while a running commentary on the TV screens located throughout the carriages let us know just how scared we should be and when. There were also some great opportunities for the classic photo of the front of the train as it came level with the back whilst cornering around a U-turn.

By the time we got back, we were more than grateful for the mighty air-conditioning, and everyone slept well that night.

The only thing that was left for us to do in Cairns was to find a fellow backpacker who wishes to part with a lovely automobile for nothing more than hard earned cash!! After several hours of reading notice board after notice board, and phoning more than a few dead numbers, we phoned one such victim and after much haggling that would not have looked out of place in the markets of Thailand, we are now the proud owners of a mighty 1987 Ford Falcon station Wagon. AKA, Bruce.

Tomorrow we are heading North with our new tank to the delights of the Daintree River and Cape Tribulation once again.