Stubbs’ on the East Coast (2024)

17/09/2023

After an early night on the Sunday, we drove down to the Tweed to see Mark Balazs at Chinderah. He had moved up north years and years ago and we have never had the opportunity to pop in and see him. The first night he took us to the Chinderah Tavern where we enjoyed a lovely meal, met some of the locals and returned back to the van for an early night. Although an early night, we didn’t quite get the quality of sleep we were after. The caravan park was next to a Solo dump truck depot and these guys start real early in the morning; I like 3am one night. Not ideal but all part of the experience. The next morning, Mark had a pontoon boat trip down the Tweed River planned. So I went to Woolies and bought enough food to cater for 20 people of course. The boat had lounges and a BBQ so we were going to enjoy a relaxing day putting down the river and having lunch on the water. The boys cast their rods in but not a fish was caught while we were out there. Weather was brewing, so Mark being the cautious fisherman he is, decided to head back to the dock. He had ended up in the ocean in rough seas before when he was a commercial fisherman and has erred on the side of caution since - for which I’m very grateful for... Once back at the dock, we all did a little bit of fishing (it doesn’t sound like me I know) and I was quite enjoying it; until the largest flathead of the day was lost off my line. Apparently I was too aggressive with trying to pull him up. I lost interest after that. 😂 It was a great day, but I found being out on the water quite tiring. Mark dropped us off and we had an early night (with no interruptions from next door) before heading off to Nambucca Heads.
Initially, we weren’t sure where to stop on this coast as we were getting impatient to get home, but still didn’t want to miss great locations. We had toyed with Nambucca Heads as Aunty Suzy and Uncle Ray had lived in the area, but the decision was made after Reegan spoke with Ronnie. It appeared that he and Annie were booked at Nambucca Heads in two days time, in the park that I had already picked. So of course, we booked in. It was a great opportunity to see them. They had been on the road nearly the whole time we had, but our paths had never crossed. We arrived a night before they did and the Ingenia Caravan Park was gorgeous. It had its own Tavern and Cafe/Bar at the entrance and beautiful walkway with painted rocks on the V Wall. It seems that it wasn’t discouraged for people to paint the rocks in memory of their holidays at Nambucca and it was so colourful. We took a drive around Nambucca Heads, stocked up at Woolies and had another early night. I’m very used to my 9 hours plus of sleep at this stage, and think I might struggle hardcore to function on anything less when I get home.
Ronnie and Annie arrived the next day and as soon as they had set up, I saw another lone white feather next to our van. I took it as a sign of continued approval from mum and put it in the van with the last one. It was great to catch up with Ronnie and Annie and hear about their travels, and we chatted about it all over prawns for the boys for entree and Mexican tacos for mains. We took off on our own the next day to have a look at Macksville, where Aunty Suzy and Uncle Ray lived years back. We did a drive by of their old house, and had lunch at the Star Hotel overlooking the Nambucca River. We finished the day off at The V Wall Pavilion for dinner with Ronnie and Annie. The boys didn’t know until this point that this building actually had a bar in it as well as a restaurant; which probably saved us some money for sure…. We didn’t win the raffle, but still had a great night out. These nights are always enjoyable as Reegs and I didn’t really eat out unless we were catching up with people on the road. The next morning saw us take off to Anna Bay near Newcastle to catch up with Uncle Al, Aunty Di, Lana and Reegan’s best mate little Georgia…🥰
The park at Anna Bay was a little underwhelming but that may not have been a fair assessment as we didn’t even really have the time to look around the park itself. We were only there for one night and had to shoot off as soon as we set up. We enjoyed a yummy BBQ meal with the family at their unit at their over 50’s Resort; with Aunty Di’s cauliflower soup being the star of the show for my vote. We facetimed our gorgeous nephew Jye for his 18th; which we were gutted we missed. Seeing the family together singing happy birthday to this amazing young man really brought on a serious case of FOMO; it was a big milestone to miss…. This day was also Zaccy’s birthday too; so it was a double zinger.. We left quite early as we had a big day the next day. We were now on a mission to get home and hoped to be travelling for about 10 hours to get to Euroa to stay overnight with Clayton. I tried not to sleep on this leg of the journey as poor Reegan was behind the wheel for so long and the time went quite quickly with us reflecting on our trip. We were also mindful of the kangaroos as there were so many dead roos on the side of the road. Quite the menace really.
We got to Euroa at 5:30pm, enjoyed some time with Clayton and Linda and took off at 8:30am the next morning. Not before a $60 stop at the Euroa Bakery; you can’t go past a legendary lasagne pie. It was great that we fitted so many family and friends into this trip but there were still some we just didn’t get to as time was limited towards the end. Our goal was to be home in enough time to unpack, organise, clean, mow, unwind etc and have time to get back up to Maffra for our niece Liv’s 15th birthday. Only we didn’t tell her we would be back and had hoped to surprise her - this is part of the reason for the delay in our last couple of updates. 😂 When people ask how was your trip? it’s actually hard to describe. As Reegan said, it’s like a new holiday at every destination and each one was really quite different from the others. We loved it and don’t think we would have changed a thing; except for spending so much time in FNQ as the weather was crap. We got quite efficient at setting and packing up too; taking about 40 minutes without rushing. I’ve been advised that all out other caravan trips need to be as clutter free as well; seeing that I was quite capable of streamlining it for nearly 12 weeks. I don’t know; I’m not really convinced on that one!😜😂

12/09/2023

Sorry for the long delay in updates - our last little bit of the trip has been seeing family and friends so we’ve been pretty busy catching up😂😂 Between leaving Airlie and arriving at Coolum Beach to catch up with old friends Grant and Greer and their two kids Jasper and Claudia, we had planned to do 3 overnight stops. Just quick ones where you park up, don’t unhitch the van and leave the next morning. However, Reegs wanted to make one stay into a two nighter so we ditched the first stop of a pub camp I had heard good things about and headed straight to Tannum Sands. This place was completely the opposite of any coastal caravan park we had stayed at on our trip and after acclimatising to the differences, we loved the quiet serenity of being on the Boyne River. It was our first unpowered stop too, so we were keen to check out how our unpowered set up was going to go. After being there a day, Reegs decided that instead of a roadside stop that we had planned for the last night heading into Coolum Beach, we would stay an extra night. We loved the bush feel and it was a perfect way to relax after the hustle and bustle of Airlie Beach. We checked out the area and had a quick drink at the Tannum Sands Hotel. New friends were made on our last night around the campfire and we now have a place to stay when we visit Rockhampton next… 😜 I’m also happy to report that our non powered set up works well!👍🏻
After a stop for coffee and donuts at a retro caravan on the side of the road on Bruce Hwy, we were headed to Coolum Beach. Grant has been Reegan’s childhood friend since primary school days and he was even a groomsmen in his wedding. It had been so long since we had seen him and the family; so we were pretty excited. Add to this, Grant was a chef and I heard that there might be some amazing homemade gnocchi on offer - yes please!! 😋 After a pretty easy drive and arriving at Coolum Beach, we set up on the naturestrip. It was here on the naturestrip that I instantly found a single white feather. For those of you who don’t know, after mum died I saw a spiritual lady (some might say it’s a load of BS but she was accurate enough for me to be a believer for sure) and she told me that mum connected with us girls via white feathers. This was bizarre as Kim and I had recently both had white feathers fall in front of us at Euroa the Easter previous. Despite the wind over the next two days, this single feather didn’t budge. I took it as a sign that mum was happy we were reconnecting with old friends and put it in the van for safekeeping.
It was lovely to be at Coolum Beach; the weather was slightly chillier being on the Sunny Coast, but Grant and Greer’s house was like a literal resort. They were so welcoming and it was lovely to be sitting on an actual couch in a lounge room again, rather than sitting upright on the van couch and having a shower where your elbows don’t hit the walls every time you move. Grant also couldn’t believe that Reegan was swimming in their pool during winter time; but he underestimated both Reegan and the need us Victorian’s have to enjoy any sun/heat we get.
Grant did indeed cook us this amazing gnocchi and it didn’t disappoint. I’m actually glad we didn’t stay longer than 4 days as he is a cooking machine; homemade pizzas with the most bizarre combos that shouldn’t work but do (have you ever had strawberries, mango or avocado on a pizza?), Spanish omelettes, regular omelettes, marinated pork belly (not for me obviously, but Reegs loved it), fried rice, salads - the list goes on. I learnt some cheffy tricks to try at home too. Although he did disagree with my purchase of a $5 sausage roll maker from Woolies - lucky he hasn’t seen all the appliances that I have residing in the spare room. I do love a gadget!! It was also great to hear him and Reegs reminisce over childhood incidents that I’m sure neither of them would have wanted their own kids involved in
We took a drive to Noosa via Perigian Beach, as we hadn’t seen Noosa since our honeymoon 26 years ago and enjoyed a lunch at the Noosa Surf Club. It was very busy, but lovely. A little bit like a more mature person’s Byron Bay or Port Douglas. That night, Reegs went with the boys and Greer to see Jasper’s basketball team play. Poor Jasper had an injury so wasn’t playing, but Grant is coach and Greer team manager so they were obligated to still be there. I was lucky enough to stay back with Claudia where we connected over favourite Disney movies. Her choice was Frozen 2; which hadn’t seen before. She felt it was a must see but didn’t bank on me sooking up when Olaf ran into some strife. This gorgeous kid even apologised for putting the movie on; saying she didn’t know it would upset me. Of course, she wasn’t to know that I cry at Qantas and Westpac adds too…
Saturday saw us hit a couple of pubs so the boys could put some bets on the horses. Peregian Beach Hotel was just lovely and you could see how it would rock on a Sunday afternoon in the sun. Coolum Beach Hotel was also nice; even though we only saw the sports bar…. Grant’s cousin Darryl was in town with his wife Lynne and they came over Saturday night, along with Greer’s twin sister Sam and her kids for the special pizzas and some sketchy impromptu karaoke. It was also lovely to hear the conversations between Reegs, Greer and Sam regarding life as an identical twin.
I think everyone was a little wounded on Sunday, but Grant and Greer still showed us around Coolum; taking us to the lookout and the surf club for a drink. It was quite windy and we got a laugh out of watching people struggle with their beach umbrellas - cruel I know! 🤣 I also spotted dolphins swimming off the shore. I was laughed at and told they were white caps, but upon further investigation, everyone had to back down and admit that they were in fact dolphins. 😜We just loved our stay with the Stockton’s and have decided that we prefer the Sunny Coast to Far North Queensland. We will definitely be back - and that’s a threat!!

22/08/2023

So far, Rollingstone has definitely been the unexpected gem for us. After getting water logged in Cairn, the weather was on the improve on our 3 hour drive into Rollingstone and we were hopeful for a warm two day stop before heading to Bowen. Driving into the caravan park, we were excited with what we saw. We really only planned this as a quick stop on the way back down south; so weren’t prepared to love it. This caravan park was right on the beach, beautifully laid out and our site was on a corner with the cafe/bar facing us from one side and the pool directly in front of us on the other side. Our neighbours Ken and Rita promptly came over to introduce themselves and declared our two sites the best in the park. BINGO!!
Our new besties who we met in Wonga Beach were also staying in this park for one more night; so I strolled over to the pool area with a drink in hand, knowing that I would find Janene getting some vitamin D there. We enjoyed dinner with her and Marty and said goodbye over coffee the next morning. The weather was perfect, the pool was amazing and our site was the best. I was sitting beside the pool on a sun lounger all day; reading, snoozing and then swimming. Plus - the WIFI was pretty good and you didn’t find that at all parks. It was our jam. This led Reegs and I to debate on whether we try to extend Rollingstone for two extra days instead of going to Bowen before Airlie. As luck would have it, our site was available for the next two days and it was a done deal. We enjoyed Fish n chips over at the Cafe Bar with Ken and Rita to celebrate. The next day was essentially the same, but that evening we sat in front of our caravans and enjoyed some live local music.
This stop really was the reboot we needed. There really wasn’t much in the way of tourist locations that we were interested in seeing in this area so it was nice just lounging around, not having to plan to be anywhere or do anything without the guilt of thinking ‘We really should see this as we are here’. We also knew our next stop at Airlie Beach would be a bit more action packed; with plenty to see and do. Rollingstone - you were just what we needed…..

15/08/2023

The drive into Cairns didn’t bode well as it was our first trip to the next destination with fairly consistent rain. We had decided to spend a fairly lengthy of our time in Far North Queensland thinking that it would be where the best weather was, but we were mistaken. Probably the wettest winter in FNQ in a long time. 🙄While in Cairns, it rained every single day - there were some patches of sun and good weather when it counted but it was very short lived. The caravan park had great lodgings for Tys, was in a good location and apparently one of the best around, however it was quite cramped and the weather didn’t put it in the best light.
We headed down to the Marina and had a drink at the Pier Hotel while planning our next couple of days. Off to Woolies to restock and back to the park for homemade pizzas. We spent the evening looking at Tys’ photos of Europe and had an early night. Next morning had one of those jet boat rides booked for Tys and Reegs; they tried to talk me into it too, but there was no way I was doing that. Not on your life! 😳 As the weather forecast wasn’t promising, we thought this might be the best way for the boys to get out in a boat where the weather didn’t really matter. Although, after they took off, it started to pour and with the speed of the boat, the rain felt like needles in their skin. Their skipper called it Aqua puncture 🤣. While they were out on the water, I walked on marina down to where the Carnival Splendour was docked. So many tourists jumped off the boat and the marina was packed until they all boarded their various tours. I saw the stupidest sign I’d seen yet on this Marina; jet ski croc spotting tours. WTF! No s***k you!! 😳 The boys were soaked when they got back, so it was back to the park to dry off and lay by the pool in what might have been the only big stretch of sun we had (and it wasn’t even a lot).
Tys’ photos of Italy had prompted a decision to go out for Italian that night, so we ubered into town to enjoy an alfresco (even though it was still raining 😆) meal before we headed off to the casino. This casino was a little larger than Townsville 😂 (by a lot) and the boys had some success on the black jack table before we checked out some live music of the classic 80’s genre before calling it a night. We had to have a relatively early night as we were off to Kuranda on the scenic railway early the next morning.
Bright and early we headed to Smithfield station to jump on the iconic train and took the 2 hour trip up the hill; listening to the history of the makings of the railway line back in the 1930’s. The historical stories were fascinating, the scenery was amazing and the weather actually behaved for us on this day, but unfortunately I had the misfortune of sitting backwards on this relic of a train and ended up with a great dose of travel sickness. I actually got off the train and hurled into bushes - twice! I felt crap for the rest of the day, but got some motion sickness tablets from the pharmacy in Kuranda and soldiered on. Kuranda was so much bigger than I thought and a whole lot hippier than I expected. There were eclectic little markets and shops; the smell of incense was overwhelming, the fashion forward favoured tie dyed and dreadlocks were a popular hairstyle of choice. It had a lot of character but I felt to nauseas to enjoy it. I came to the conclusion that I suffered from train sickness as well as altitude sickness (due to the rain forest dizziness) but after research, you apparently need to be at a much higher altitude before this particular sickness affects you. 🤣🤣Maybe I’m just a sook! 😜 I felt a little better coming down the hill on the rainforest sky rail and the views were spectacular! However, I was very wary of Reegan’s threat to get up and rock the gondola. I couldn’t really totally relax and may have frothed at the mouth a little when he made mention of his intention to do this. I don’t do well at heights either - it does make you wonder why I suggested this particular activity. Let’s just say I took one for the team so the boys could witness these beautiful views and places…. 🤮😂
Tys cooked us parma’s for dinner that night and we concluded watching the photos of his European trip with Jaz. This leg of Tysen’s journey prompted a request from Reegs for gyros the next night…
The next morning we walked down The Esplanade, checking out the restaurants and foreshore. They also had a great little lagoon that was essentially a resort style swimming pool that overlooked the ocean and available for public use. St Kilda was playing that afternoon, we walked down to Dunmoodys pub so the boys could watch it on the big screen and enjoy a beverage or two.
We had a big breakfast out on The Esplanade on Tys’ last day; with it raining of course. It was a day of rest for us after this - you couldn’t do much with the rain persisiting. However, Reegan had been researching push bikes before getting to Cairns, and his win at the casino prompted him to head down to the local bike shop to get the last one of his size on special. He said he was going out to get beer and came back with a bike.🤣
Cairns was a great town; we loved it! But we didn’t love the weather on this particular occasion and can thank the annoying rainforests in part for this I believe. I was just disappointed that Tys copped ordinary weather on his visit with us. Packing up on the last day was in torrential rain (surprise) and we headed off on our 3.5 hr drive to Rollingstone….

11/08/2023

The Port Douglas stop was short but sweet. We were only there at The Pandanus Caravan Park for two days as it was totally booked out and feel you really need longer at Port Douglas. Also, the weather wasn’t really on our side as far as the activities we wanted to do; so we were really just touching the surface. It appeared that our streak of good weather luck had ended while at Wonga Beach. However, that all didn’t matter as our main focus for this stop was catching up with Tysen after not seeing him for two months. After arriving, we were setting up and through the back of our campsite, our boy just wandered in with a big smile on his face. 😀Needless to say, I was a little emotional and didn’t want to let him go. I think he might have been happy to see us too. While it was warm and humid, Port Douglas didn’t turn the weather on for us really; so plans for getting out on a tour boat on the reef were quashed pretty quick.
The first day was spent walking the Main Street; looking at shops and getting a feel for the area. It felt a little like a more mature person’s version of Byron Bay and we loved it. So many cafe’s, bars and pubs; as well as plenty of accommodation on the main street overlooking the hustle and bustle (what little there was…🤣) of Port Douglas. We enjoyed a chips n gravy at Paddy’s Bar, another shout at the Verandah Bar at The Central Hotel while we made plans to catch up with Zac’s sister Elyse and her husband Kieran; who were coincidentally also at Port Douglas on their babymoon. We also did a little stop at a great lookout with great beach views at the top of Wharf Street and finished by the pool at the caravan park; trying to get a small glimpse of sun before dinner. Dinner had been planned with Elyse and Kieran at The Courthouse Hotel and we enjoyed an early alfresco meal overlooking the marina catching up with them before walking back to our accommodation to watch TV in Tysen’s poolside unit. Party animals I know! 🤣🤣
The next day’s weather was much the same; overcast and we had the misfortune to be caught in a massive downpour down at the marina while checking out the market. We took a walk on the beach and boardwalk, got a bakery lunch, had Mexican for dinner and again retired to Tysen’s unit to watch TV and an early night as we were taking off to Cairns the next morning.
After a coffee and walk on the pier at the marina on our last morning, we were on our way to Cairns. The cafe accidentally gave Reegs an extra coffee which he passed onto me. Not usually a coffee drinker, I thought I’d have a crack and lived to regret it. While it was lovely coffee and not bitter at all, my stomach didn’t appreciate the milky drink as we drove back to Cairns along the windy coastal roads…. We would definitely return to Port Douglas but we were looking for better weather for our Cairns leg of the journey as we didn’t want poor Tysie to travel all this way to not get some sunshine.

04/08/2023

We left for Wonga Beach with the recommendation from Deb to pop into Josephine Falls and Babinda Boulders on the way. As we couldn’t check into Wonga Beach until 2pm, we had time to spare so instead of beelining for the next destination; we took our time and stopped at both places. Josephine Falls was a lovely waterfall and Babinda Boulders was this canyon or gorge that had beautiful running water and massive boulders in the middle of it (obviously). We made a few Shrek ‘I like that boulder - that’s a nice boulder’ jokes as we walked around that destination that were best left between Reegan and I. 🤣 There was a swimming platform but it didn’t look very inviting; with a baby platypus swimming in it. This was one spot Reegs didn’t try to convince me that he had to take a dip, The Babinda Bakery was also recommended so I waited in line for 15 minutes for lunch; but it was worth it. I hadn’t seen a queue like that for a bakery since the bakery in Beechworth a couple of years back.
Maps on my phone stitched me up again but after 1 misdirection, we found the Daintree Beach Resort. It was a lovely rustic park right on the beach that was taken over about 18 months ago. The new owners are in the middle of a refurb; but at this minute, it’s a stretch to call it a ‘Resort’. The unpowered sites at the back of the park were right on the beach and gorgeous; if a little soggy as they had had a lot of rain recently. The first night was an eye (or ear) opener when we heard ear piercing screams echoing overhead the park during the night; it sounded like a violent murder. We immediately checked that the van door was locked, but we were reassured the next day that it was a colony of bats or flock of birds just getting up to their business during the night. Not ideal really, but we got used to it. Between that and the sounds of the waves on the beach behind our van; it was actually like white noise really if you can believe that. From my understanding, the new owners are going to try and have a beach bar included in the upgrade; but I recommend they throw in bat extermination too if they can. I feel it would do well with a cafe/kiosk too - as Wonga Beach is technically in the middle of nowhere. The Barra Farm; where you can fish for you own Barramundi is the closest business near by. Twenty minutes back South was Mossman; which had a Woolies, some shops and of course a couple of pubs. While Mossman looked to be a lovely little town, this was the first town we had opted to not stop at the pub. When we drove into town to restock one morning, there were a few locals hanging around the front of one of the pubs; waiting for opening time. We felt it might not be the drinking hole for us….
We experienced a couple of days of rain; which was ok by us, as it gave us a little down time and also was optimal for us to do our tax return with the accountant via phone. We need an injection of funds at this stage 😂😂.
The first day the rain eased, we were in the car to drive up to the Daintree. We drove down to the Daintree River to catch the vehicle ferry with everyone else and made the drive up to Cape Tribulation. Following a map, we stopped at lookouts and walked some of the scenic boardwalks. There were also some dungas as well; with one mangrove boardwalk smelling like stale arse. I’ve noticed that I get quite dizzy and unsteady in the rain forests; almost like vertigo. I’m not sure why? But the feeling leaves me a little queasy and unsteady on my feet while we are walking through them. The Daintree - Cape Tribe drive was quite scenic but the signage is a little behind the times. There would be signs to a cafe for example and when you get there, it has an overgrown entrance and looks like a scene in the bad horror flick located in the bushes. We did find a gorgeous little treetop looking cafe nearly at the top though. It was character (and customer) filled, so Reegs got a coffee. After reaching the end of the sealed road, we turned around and drove back the way we came. Reegs made a detour to Cow Bay (for reasons I didn’t know) but I’m glad he did as it was the cutest, secluded little bay that had a rope swing hanging from the palm trees like a post card. I was sure that the we were going to end up on the news though, as there were 4 young guys (maybe 19-21 years old) with backpacks very close to the estuary, jumping from side to side. I felt this might have been a Crocodile Dundee moment like when Sue went to fill up her water canteen at the water’s edge and big croc jumped up out of the water to lunge at her. We’ve been told repeatedly that these salties are predatory and even if you can’t see them, they see you and wait for opportunity. These boys obviously didn’t get that memo. 😜🤣
On the drive back to the park, we made a detour and ended up at Daintree Village. This was a character filled place; with a caravan park, a pub and a couple of multi purpose shops that were like quicki marts with tour booking desks attached to it. One of these stores actually had a coonara going - I couldn’t believe they would have that in action while us Mexicans’ were sweating our arses off in singlets and shorts. We had a drink at the Daintree Village Tavern out on the deck and considered the croc spotting tours on the Daintree River that we saw advertised. We decided to leave it to chance and pop into the marina where they launch on the way home. If there was one coming up and it wasn’t full, we were going to jump on. By chance, it all worked out - and this particular tour encouraged you to take a beer /wine on the boat strangely enough. I thought it was odd due to people under the influence not making the best decisions and there being wild crocs in the area, but we were told it was all good. It really was a point of difference though; as they are the only licensed croc tour on the river. Someone was smiling down on us. 😜 You couldn’t take food on though, as they have rats the size of house cats that eat through the boat’s wiring looking for food that they can smell. Ray, the skipper, told us it cost $10,000 the last time he had to have it repaired. I asked if the tours fed the crocs in order to encourage them to make an appearance and Ray told us that they weren’t allowed to do this. He then eyed off one of the kids on the boat and and with a nod in his direction, said - ‘but we feed them during school holidays’ with a cheeky laugh. This was a family business that was handed down from his dad and Ray was really knowledgable about all things croc. We saw a lot of them on the banks, with Ray identifying them by name. He recounted an anecdote about a particular croc they thought was male so named it after his dad; only to find the croc guarding eggs during breeding season. He found it hilarious that his dad had waited so many years for a croc to be named Bruce after him, only to be female. It was one of the best tours and we were glad we happened upon it.
We also did the iconic trip to Mossman Gorge; which was lovely. Although, I’ve started to become desensitised to the beautiful scenery and have likened the rainforests to the Dandenongs with Palm Trees. I know this isn’t going to earn me points with some people back home in the cold but the beaches and rainforests have started to all look the same. And the irony is not lost that the further up north you get, the beaches look so beautiful and tropical but it’s less likely you are to be able to swim in them without fear of something latching onto you. Makes Franga beach look ok as your everyday beach really…. This is why we also spent a couple of the sunnier days sitting by the lovely tropical pool at Wonga Beach; making use of the sunloungers, reading and catching some rays. It’s where I have seen the largest congregation of budgie smugglers in one spot (the old boys love to rock the speedo while they work on their tan) and it’s also where you meet great people who are up for a chat. It was by the pool that we connected with a great couple from Perth who I’ve since had contact with; as they seem to be travelling the same path back South as us. I feel it’s quite likely we’ll cross paths again…. Funnily enough, we initally connected over my comment to him that the beaches and rainforests are all starting to look the same; some lively banter followed as his wife didn’t feel the same 😂…. Next stop, Port Douglas. This one we are very excited about even though we were only able to get 2 nights there due to its popularity. Tys will be flying into Cairns to hang with us for 6 nights and we can’t wait. We haven’t physically seen our boy since May, so he needs to be prepared for squishy hugs and maybe mum shedding a tear or two….

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