With sadness we left Bramston beach. Apart from the French teenagers who arrived late at night, made noise for ten and left early morning (I’m still wondering if it was just a bad dream) the camping was very nice.
After all my kite stories it is time for some Marjo adventures. The area south of Cairns lends itself for kayak tours and we go on a trip to get Marjo on the water.
The first stop is at Josephine falls, Marjo is in love with the place but decides that the kayak wouldn’t survive the drop of the falls, so we move on.
Then she’s exited when we stop at the Babinda Boulders but also there is a bit of disappointment; the signs warn of people’s death after getting sucked by the water under the rocks.
There’s also some evil spirit hanging around the place.
Then after asking for directions from locals….
We arrive at a spot where we can kayak only to find out that the current is so fast that Marjo’s rib pain from the Granite Gorge bolder hopping is still too strong for such an exercise. So we decide to look for calmer waters, wait in a railway traffic jam and pencil in kayaking for another day.
Then we take a few more pictures of beautiful spots.
We stop at Cairns to get a real mattress for Axel’s sore back and kite-ridden behind and arrive after a solid climb for the bus at 340 meters above sea level at Kuranda Rainforest camping.
At the site allocated for the first night we try to ignore our too close neighbours and even Nossi is supportive and ignores the advances of the eager neighbour dog.
Posted from Kuranda, Queensland, Australia.
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