When I was thinking of memorable days to include in my first post there were two that stood out amongst others.
In 2006 whilst on a year long trip we stopped in Cairns in North Queensland, Australia for a few days. Whilst in Cairns we decided to take a trip up to the Atherton Tablelands so we joined one of the Uncle Brian’s tours.
The best way to describe the trip is to relive the memory through what I wrote in my journal at the time. These aren’t the ramblings of a mad man but describes perfectly what we did.
“We boarded Gus the Bus with Cousin Darren who drove us to our first stop whilst explaining the strange phenomenon of the Australian orange people. After a quick dip in the lake we we told of Gus’ admirer Vanessa the ambulance who had been writing him love letters.”
“From there we went to our next stop where we licked an ant’s bum and slid down some rocks. It was a long way before we ate at Mr and Mrs Lunch’s so we played puzzles and ate chocolate. After a good feed we moved onto Milaa Milaa Falls for a Timotei moment.”
“We flew the bus up the hill out of the car park in front of bemused Italians. Gus got a bit excited and had an accident on the windscreen as he saw his Volvo milk float girlfriend. We hid and waved from Grandma who produced a multi-coloured caterpillar and a feather duster from her washing basket.”
“Our last swim was in a volcanic crater created by the molten lava or “Magma” We picked up cousin Paul from the On the Wallaby lodge along with Knucklehead the snake and went platypus spotting.”
“Next morning we woke early to go bike riding around Lake Eacham followed by a refreshing swim in the lake. In the afternoon we went canoeing in search of tree kangaroos but we didn’t managed to spot any despite the reward of free beer if we did. At the end of the river we stopped to paint each others faces with ochre stones as used by the Aborigines.”
Following the bizarre couple of days we returned from Yungaburra to Cairns which had been put on a cyclone warning. Our hostel warned us to stay in our rooms as the storm hit overnight.
Our problem was we were in a seperate section of the hostel on our own with no windows so we had no idea when the worst was over as the electricity was also cut meaning we had no television either.
Mid-morning we ventured out to see the 150km winds had knocked down power cables, bent road signs and uprooted a nearby tree.
The next day we left Australia for the next leg of our trip but definitely a story to tell of our last few days in Oz.
Have you been on one of Uncle Brian’s tour or have you been caught up in a storm whilst travelling?