Still at Wonga Beach

We had a great day today.  We visited Daintree Village on the banks of the Daintree River and walked around the village, looking at lovely artifacts and displays.  We went down to the boat ramp and wharf and had lunch watching the tour boats plying their trade.  It reminded me of the cartoon "Swamp" in the comic strips in the newspapers.

We then went to the Daintree Ferry which connects the southern bank with the northern bank and is the gateway to Cape Tribulation and the interesting bits of the Daintree Forest.  We inquired about fishing trips and Peter got one for Wednesday.  He and I will be off to try our luck with the Barra and whatever else we can catch.  I'll let you know how we go - or not.  There will be a very low level report if we get nothing, but expect a colourful report if either of us catches anything - and I mean anything.

We then ventured down to Port Douglas for a look around.  As I turned a corner, I knew that I had made possibly the gravest mistake on the whole trip so far.  They had a &*%$#* Sunday Market down by the beach.  M spots it and says "Oh look, a Sunday Market, let's go".  I know, I know, I should have been more alert or someone (Peter) could have warned me, but no, I was trapped in the Sunday Market.  Ah well, there was always photography to pass the time.  What?  You expected me to "browse the stalls" and "check out the bargains" and "Oooohh" and "Aaahhhh" over all this stuff?  You have got to be joking!  Photography it was, but there is not much in that part of Port Douglas, so the pickings are slim, to say the least.  M, however, purchased a necklace and a hat!!!

Peter had to try some sugar cane juice with lime. Verdict - it's very sweet.  Duuuhhh!

Port Douglas beach.



Meanwhile, back at the ranch (van park), the lyrebirds were milling about near the caravans.  That's right folks, we have our own herd.........eerrrrrr flock........ummmm flight............hmmmm squadron............bunch..............platoon................squad....................display......................collection (you choose the correct collective noun) of lyrebirds in the park.  I have been trying to get some shots, but they have been recalcitrant and uncooperative - until this arvo.  Got some good close-up shots and their plumage is magnificent.  All males showing off, of course, the females are off doing things while the blokes strutt their stuff.

I also wandered down to the beach that backs (fronts?) onto the caravan park for a look at sunset.  The setting sun in the west does nothing for a beach in the east, but you get the general idea.  Noice beach!  Peter has seen what he thinks are turtle marks on the beach.  I told him to watch out for the crocs - they leave marks too, but they have muuuch bigger teeth!

Our beach...........

Off to Cape Tribulation tomorrow via the Daintree road.  Off to Cooktown on Tuesday via the Bloomfield track, which is four wheel drive only, steep and slippery, but Max is more than capable to traverse it.  We will return via the bitumen road to save time.  Wednesday fishing in the arvo.  Thursday rest and pack for departure Friday for Cairns.

Hope you enjoy the pics.  As (usually) always, I will link it to FB and do a short post on FB for those following there.

Hoo roo.