After yet another over night coach we arrived in Port Douglas more than a little jaded! Fortunately our room was ready so we shoved our stuff in and did what any normal couple would do... hired bikes to cycle round port douglas and orientate our selves. We were not surprised to find another bit of wild life to fear... there are signs everywhere saying Danger do not swim crocodiles inhabit these waters. We had been told on good authoritiy that port douglas is beautiful... unfortunately we had come in the wrong season to see it in all it's glory the waters were really merky and the threat of a grade 4 cyclone made any sea related sports more than a little risky. we also learnt that this is where beloved steve irwin died... if he couldn't handle the waters here...then niether can we. Fortunately our hostel had a pool and good company to keep us entertained.Needless to say we had an early night that night.
Mike enjoyed a good bit of man time the next day with Manny and created some new swim strokes namely the sofa swimming, the modified sofa swimming, and the back wards dolphin. They also did other manly things like lift weights. Laura enjoyed a very girly day of mooching round the shops...and ofcourse a little bit of shopping.
We had an awesome night out on st Patrick's day. started in iron bar with our new friends from norfolk sam and nat. we went to cane toad races.
This is where you have to pick up a toad give it a kiss then when the cane toads are released from a bucket you encourage them to jump off the table with party horns, you then have to pick up the toad and the first toad in the bucket wins. you'll never guess who got called up first round.... yes mike!! he was a little shy when it came to being affectionate with the toad in public...(ie on stage in front of an audience of around 60 people).... but he really came up trumps and his toad was first in the bucket, winning him a beer!!! May i take this moment to explain to you that mike did not actually need to touch his toad, it actually jumped from the table into the bucket...well done jerry springer. The american that came last was no where near as lucky having to chase his toad around the audience calling come here 'gay freddie'....very funny!!
we headed on after the toad racing for a few more beers and begged a bakery to give us food as there was no keebab places open. yummy fresh sausage rolls.
we had to get up early the next day heading to cairns to meet up with diana and weather permitting dive the great barrier reef... woo hoo so exciting!
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