Day 21 and 22 (Tablelands to the Rainforest)
'Welcome family to the Uncle Brian's bus tour of the tablelands' calmy but intriguingly said by Cousin Brad. The most bizarre/ laidback/ hippie ozzy I have met. He walked feet first with his body following behind (like the pink panther) with his arms slowly swaying in the wind. Unfortunately in the morning I had an awful stomach ache from what I believe to be the delicious gourmet quality steak I had the previous night of which my body is not used to after eating staple backpacker foods for the past month. Although it did not stop me from enjoying the many waterfalls, lakes, freshwater pools and volcanic craters that we saw during the day. On the drive back from the tablelands Cousin Brad put on music to full blast and encouraged everyone to break the law by taking off their seat belts and dance in the aisle of the minibus. So everyone obediently obeyed his instructions and danced crazily in the bus with 'no worries' until arriving back in Cairns.
Day 22
'Welcome aboard the cape tribulation tour bus' said a completely normal man. Far different from the crazed hippie I had yesterday. We drove north stopping to do a crocodile cruise along the way ( we only saw baby crocs, which was cool nevertheless). Upon arriving at the hostel we looked at the prices of the afternoon activities. The cheapest one was exotic fruit tasting ( not a classic backpacker activity) which we decided might be interesting. It ended up being really funny tasting peculiar fruit from an old, bearded farmer who was infatuated by his exotic fruits.
