Ok, so I'm really in Wellington (New Zealand) as I write this, but let's pretend I'm not. Actually it doesn't matter where I am but more when: this all happened about 3 weeks ago...

The bus did get to Cape Trib and it did get me out, though it might as well have been a boat as torrential rain continued and the roads were literally like rivers. My SLR was still out of action following yesterday's liberal dousing, so my old point-and-shoot took up the challenge.

The northern lads were still at the Cairns hostel when I returned. I took a quiet night's sleep and awoke to Cairns in SUNSHINE. Once I was sure I wasn't dreaming I headed into town and found the lagoon was open. This was obviously all a bit much as I stayed out in the sun too long without a shirt and got a bit of a burning in my delirious confusion.

Back at the hostel I grabbed my stuff and got to the airport for Sydney. Australia is coming to an end. Not literally; just for me...