Day Thirty Five - August 10th, 2013 Cairns There was a definite 'weekend' feel in the campsite this morning. We were up early, but lounged around for a while, chatting, saying goodbye to Tanya and Chris, and wolfing down a tomato and onion omelette with beans served up by Ben. Elly got down to some serious planning, and now we know how much tax will be returned to us, calculated the budget for our remaining four months in Australia. We are still thinking of he...

Day Thirty Three - August 9th, 2013 Bingil Bay (Mission Beach) to Cairns We awoke to the sounds of the rainforest and a pretty wet tent. We'd only popped up the single skin, and it doesn't hold up well to dew. Nevertheless, we were ready to take on the day and got everything ready whilst leaving the tent in the sun to dry off. We headed upstairs to the camp kitchen to polish off some of the free breakfast. The Jackaroo Hostel certainly didn't know what they ha...

Day Thirty Three - August 8th, 2013 Airlie Beach to Bingil Bay After a wonderful night of sleep on solid ground, I was woken by Elly (as always) who was ready to start the day. We were packed and ready to leave by 8.30, and set off on the now familiar Bruce Highway. We really weren't sure where we might end up, but decided to just drive until we found somewhere to stop for the night. We wouldn't be able to make it all the way to Cairns in one hit, but wanted to...

Day Thirty Two - August 7th, 2013 Sailing the Whitsunday Islands Our last day on the boat. Another 6.30 wake up call by the extremely loud toilet, and three people braved the early morning cold for a snorkel. We were not among them! I know sharks are most active at dawn and dusk. You couldn't have paid me to get in. The morning was taken up by sailing back to Airlie Beach, so after brekkie (I must have been feeling a lot better as I managed three slices of pea...

Day Thirty One - August 6th, 2013 Sailing the Whitsunday Islands I can only say that I had not found my sea legs. With the combination of confined space, rocking motion, noisy ocean, unfamiliarity and the extremely loud snoring of our skipper, Cam, I got around 3 hours sleep. Elly woke refreshed and happy, bouncing off the walls about one day living on a boat. Hmm, maybe not. I managed a little breakfast (a fab spread of toast, cereals and fruit) and settled i...