Ahhhh. Port Douglas.

So that's what the warning signs are for...

We spent the weekend in Port Douglas.  Pool.  Beach.  (predictably) Coffee Shop .  Restaurant.  Repeat.  

We went to the famous cane toad races for the second time, only to discover that it is not an event worth going to twice. (And twice now I have had to step in for the cane toad kissing when the kids chickened out).  I do recommend the cruise down the Daintree on the Lady Douglas, though.  Much better than you’d think and the spotting of a couple of big ‘saltie’ crocs (finally!) made the trip for the kids.  There was also plenty of amusement was had at the expense of the caravan ‘village’s manager (think a female Basil Faulty).

Unfortunately it was over all too quickly and we had to say goodbye first to Ditmar, Jo, Baily, Olivier and Sam and then to Deb and Gary.  Time to head down to Cairns for car and trailer repairs and then to head off across the Gulf of Carpentaria...