port douglas

port douglas

Port Douglas was quite touristy, with the usual barrage of activities that every town along the reef gives you the opportunity to do. It is quite overdeveloped and most of the attractions are quite token. It does have a gorgeous little church though - St Mary's by the sea. If we were to stay in Port Douglas again, it would only be as a base to explore the Cape - although we would probably stay in the Daintree for that. The Cane Toad racing is cool though, can't go past a slimy frog in a frock.

Port Douglas was also where we got to stop being smelly and get a bit of luxury for a while. We stayed at Port Douglas Plantation Resort, which was usually what we'd call dodgy, but we had a proper bed, and our own washing machine and dryer for three days, which we managed to burn out quite successfully.

Now that Christmas is over we get to do some Christmas shopping, ready to give to the folks on the boat mid-January.

Neil doing some Christmas shopping.
	For some reason I got to shop for longer here.
Waiting, waiting, waiting. Lucky he bought that book, hey.

cane toad racing

My ticket was called, which meant I got to race the second cane toad, Fat Bastard. He was slowed down particularly by the fact that he spent most of his energy trying to increase the cane toad population within the bucket.
	Fat Bastard wasn't moving from his bucket until I got a glove. I haven't spent two months hovering over public toily seats avoiding diseases just to play with a stinky toad.
Caneys don't move by themselves. You have to use a whistle to prod them along. And if yours wins you have to kiss them, hence my strategically placed third.
	The quinella.

Last updated: 9th January, 2002