The Cape

Goodbye to the cabin at Diwan and on along the twisty road to Cape Tribulation. Had a good conversation with one of the rangers about the crocs - she’s very wary - doesn’t even walk her dog on the beach when there’s a hide tide (as there was). So here’s a careful snap (ha) - Cape Trib near where Cook holed the Endeavour is over on the right. Did you know it was later renamed and scuttled in the American war of independence? Yep, at Rhode Island.
So, back across the Daintree crossing and up the twisting Rex Range Road to Mt Molloy and a stop at Mareeba for lunch. Whoops. Some places are just workaday towns, and the downside of that of course is that you take what’s on offer. Indeed. It’s been years since I’ve been in a KFC.
Onward to here - Yungaburra - the exact opposite; even their small supermarket is full of every healthy food fabulously packaged. And we were only after water.
Evening almost upon us, I demanded a walk platypus spotting to the platypussary at the local creek. I saw one! I did! Swimming along in the dusk just like a rat. Immense! The experience, not the ratty marsupial.
So, we retraced our steps and back to the Yungaburra Hotel; what a great institution for the village - a good busy bar full of old photos of all sorts of local stuff like darts tournaments, good beers, nicely shabby and very friendly. And loads of gravy with my sausage and mash. And even some old hippies propping up the bar. And of course, it being a Wednesday, a photo just had to be sent home. Whotta wanka.