Cooktown.3

Cooktown.3

Posted on 19 Jan, 2009 8 comments

After lunch we went to Cherry Bay, which was a very good hike over the mountain. The only way to get to Cherry Bay was to walk this track through the forest, up and down over roots, rocks etc. 800 meters to walk in 20 minutes. Still, we enjoyed every bit of the trek, it was shady, adventurous, green, cool, windy and different.



Cherry Bay was yet another small secluded beach with big boulders. The dogs ran around in the shallow waters. It was only 25 C so just right for a beachwalk. We had to take the same track back and were happy to reach the car again and drive to the unit. We were so tired and so were the dogs. I had bought a magasine and was happy to sit there reading, but Paul wanted to see the museum. Unfortunately he was back soon as the museum was closed Sunday afternoon. Now you understand perhaps what I mean by enterprising. A tourist town with a closed museum???
Time to think about dinner. The dogs got rice as usual, which I heated in a plastic bag in boiling water from the kettle. Fish from a tin and that was their meal. We went to the supermarket which is always open and I wanted to buy a cooked chook at their deli. But no, I could only buy 2 chickens for 10 dollars, as that was how they sold them. I said: “But I cannot eat 2 chooks by myself”, but they didn’t know how to deal with that. So the guy next to me, who also only wanted 1 chicken, and had bought the 2, sold me his second one, I gave him 5 bucks and that was that. The girl behind the counter couldn’t follow it, but who cares? Of course I had to wait till the guy went through the check out, otherwise I would have been charged again for the chicken(s). Crazy world.
We had chicken, potatosalad and some salad I made up from fresh bits and pieces. That was our last meal.



5.8 Going home. We left around 9.30 am under stark blue skies and 23 C. A great day for a drive. After taking some pictures at the Black Mountains we drove on, again through the middle of the Peninsular. Unfortunately it is very hard to stop along the road, there is not much on the side of the road to stop, cause I wanted to take some pictures, but couldn’t. We stopped at a rest place for coffee and then onto Mount Molloy, where we hadn’t been before. You can take the coast line or go through the centre. Mango trees everywhere, kept short and in trellises for mango wine purpose, canefields and lakes. We arrived at Mount Molloy around lunchtime and found a licenced Mexican cafe along the road. There were some table and chairs in the green grassed gardens and again we asked if the dogs were allowed to come too. Yes, that was ok, as long as we tidied up the mess after them. Umbrella’s bright, mexican music and the sandwiches with fancy coloured sticks in them, we enjoyed a Mexican lunch. We left the tequilla and only had tomato juice. It took quite a while, Cully was getting impatient. Anyway, soon we were on our last lag of the trip, quite bare surroundings. Through Mareeba, a boring, but rather large town, but then the scenery changed: it got greener and hillier and soon we were near Kuranda again. Through the rainforest, liculala’s and tree ferns, I nearly got carsick, too many bends in the road. Hairpin bends you can call them. There was a lot of traffic and they were even fixing the road. But finally we arrived back in Cairns. Our phone had messages and we were back in the habited world.

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