WE WENT TO THE FNQ! GREAT BARRIER REEF! DAINTREE RAINFOREST!
This was fucking awesome. The girls and I flew out to Cairns one Wednesday with only a 1.5 hour unnecessary pit stop in Brisbane- fuck you Tiger Airways! We had heard that Cairns was a shit hole so we booked it up to Port Douglas as soon as we arrived, a sleepy town when it wasn’t tourist season about an hours drive north of Cairns. Since our flight got in so unnecessarily late we didn’t have time to do much when we first arrived in PD and immediately booked a snorkel tour for the next day and proceeded to get off our faces on goon. I passed out with like 3 bras on and Steve Irwin posing next to me. Fuck you, Kelly and Anna.
Next morning we headed to the harbor to hop on our tour boat that would take us out to the reef. Since it wasn’t tourist season the boat wasn’t too crowded but still was filled with tons of couples and old people. Our guides took us to three different snorkel spots off of the Opal Reef, I believe it was called. Highlights include seeing a mother fucking white tip reef shark, tons and tons of beautiful parrotfish, and watching a guide poke a giant clam shell that snapped shut at touch. The weather and visibility was amazing.
Back at our hostel that night, we proceeded to once again get shitty on goon and wonder what the next day would bring. We really wanted to go into the nearby rainforest, but tours to go up there were almost just as expensive as the reef tours and we though it not worthy. So we sat on it which was perfect because about an hour or two later a friendly Bermudian man named Stratton checked into the hostel and told us he was planning on heading to the Daintree the next day and had 3 open spaces in his car. So we took the chance and hopped in the next morning. We had to take a ferry over a crocodile infested river onto the only road up into the rainforest. Lush, green, gorgeous, we drove around and stopped off at a lagoon to swim in that our helpful hostel host, Mr. T, told us about before we left. Apparently the lagoon is private Aboriginal land that is sacred as a sort of fertility water. When we got there no Aboriginals were in sight but a three local girls swimming calmed our fears (well some peoples fears) that there were no crocs around to grab us. As we continued up into the rainforest we stopped at a vanilla bean farm and got educated on vanilla beans, had delicious ice cream flavored with said vanilla beans, and had the local beer- XXXX Gold aka Triple X plus 1, at a hostel where I saw the biggest spider of my life. Great day, followed by a great kangaroo BBQ back at our own hostel. Again, getting back on the goon, the four of us found ourselves in a ridiculous situation. Some dudes came back to the hostel with a barracuda they caught while fishing and fried it up for us but not before we poked and prodded the poor thing all over. After second supper, they took us to a private pool of a house they had been working on for a late night swim. Cheeeeeeeeeky.
The next morning Stratton drove us to Cairns which is a shit hole and you should never go there.
Things I lost/broke this trip:
-my bank card