The first night was drinking. The second night was a bit of exploring. Then a jaunt to a small island. Then back to Cairns.
Now, Mission Beach is in a placed called the Cassowary Coast. For those unfamiliar, cassowaries are these dinosaurs of birds. Quite colorful, supposedly quite vicious, and an endangered species. I wanted to see one.
I did not get to see one. Well, except in a zoo (I'll show you that one in a couple of posts), but that doesn't count.
Which means I'm going back the Cassowary Coast at some point.
|Look who greeted us as we drove into the neighborhood.|
|Bingil Bay Cafe. Helen's friend, Toni, loves this place. I can't recall the food, but the ambiance is cool enough.|
|Just another gorgeous overlook somewhere.|
|I was using a public toilet, and this guy was stressed the fuck out. On his back, couldn't flap his wingie thingies, and ants were closing in...|
|So I grabbed some leaves, picked him up, and put him outside. He disappeared shortly after. Probably bird food.|
|Some poor guy's boat. Or gal's boat. I'm not sexist. I doubt that salt water crocodile that did this was sexist, either.|
|Hunting for salt water crocs at night. Do you see something???|
|DO YOU SEE SOMETHING???|
|Ah, Australian marketing... unintentionally funny since 1788.|
|About to catch that boat to that island. On the left, my good friend Helen. On the right, my instant friend Ash. There's a story there. I'm not going to tell it.|
|The inside of our water taxi. And Ash's foot.|
|There was brief consideration given to snorkeling out to that smaller island from the slightly bigger island.|
|In 2011, a cyclone called Yasi knocked the fuck out of the island resort. It hasn't quite recovered.|
|Sandbar peninsula, with Australia's mainland in the distance.|
|I was walking around the beach on Mission Beach. These things are everywhere. Some kind of crab does this.|
|I noticed that the nutrition label on my bag of beef jerky was a sticker. So I peeled off the sticker. Funny how things don't quite match up.|
|Looking back at Dunk Island. At this point, I was wandering the area, looking for a fucking cassowary.|
|And I didn't quite find one...|
|The resort where a new friend, John, works. He's Danish. And a trip.|
|On our way back to Cairns, saying goodbye to the neighborhood roos.|