Mossman

Farewell lovely Cairns. We are sad to be leaving but excited to be heading north to the Daintree. It was a slow start as we had to make a few stops, for fuel first, then at the shopping centre for the Post Office and up to Trinity Park to collect the DVD covers and pram basket. The drive between Cairns and Mossman was lovely with stretches of blue water, cane fields and beautiful beaches. Its such a shame the beaches are infested with nasties and we're getting quite accustomed to seeing the Achtung signs everywhere with pictures of crocodiles and jelly fish in red circles with bold lines diagonally acros the middle. We drove past the turn off to Port Douglas and I must admit my bottom lip dropped. I hope we get to have one night in paradise. On to Mossman, famous for the gorge but sadly we didn't get there. I can't say there's much else happening around town and the main street was full of our native brothers. The caravan park is perched alongside a crystal clear river and next to an Olympic Swimming Pool. The river was gorgeous but a very steep drop from the caravan park so we wont be hanging out there. A big Lizard thing jumped out in front of us and went running up a tree. It was longer than Scarlett and very scary. Of course the kids though it was pretty cool. There are grey nomads everywhere and I think they shuddered when we turned up with the crew from Port Hedland and six kids got out. Chaos again as scooters went in every direction. Maxie's thongs broke shortly thereafter and Scarlett's had broken the day before, so Tammy and I kindly offered to drive back to Port Douglas to see if we could find some replacements. A couple of hours later of sanity and we were happy. The boys were pretty merry still on their quest to find the best beer, but very over the kids and looking for reinforcements. Traditional pasta southern style for the kids for dinner and they were happy. Tammy whipped up another round of Mojitos and we were happy. The boys kept drinking and they were happy especially when the kids were tucked up in bed and we could settle in for dinner. Rocco cooked tuna past with a good dose of chilli and bedazzled our friends (they are chilli freaks). They were singing our praises and enjoying our Italian stories and accents. It was a great night and another one with too much alcohol.