Whoaaaaaah. I was typing this great post and WiFi troubles made sure my post was uploaded without any content :'( I’m not getting it the way it was before, but here’s what my day was like (:
It was a rather active day today. I got up early this time to finally taste those pancakes and book my ride to Townsville and Magnetic Island this Sunday, where I’ll have the opportunity to hug a koala, sleep at the hostel, visit the wildlife sanctuary and snorkel.
A few minutes later I also booked a snorkeling trip with my new friend and her boyfriend for tomorrow, so I’ll be finally seeing the (Great Barrier) reef!
Afterwards we walked to the botanic gardens of Cairns, which was at least a 4km walk and it was warm, I can tell you.
When we arrived there we went to the visitor center for a drink and came across this.
If you’re wondering what the hell that is: those, my friends, are massive spiderwebs.
So before we went on to do the rainforest boardwalk we walked into a tank with an art exhibition.
This painting scared me the moment I saw it and I believe did exactly what it’s meant to do, get your attention.
The thought behind it is that there have been and still are lot’s of stereotypes about mental health and unfortunately I can confirm. For that reason I wanted to share it with you.
During the rainforest boardwalk route we saw different kinds of birds and even three turtles at the freshwater lake. No crocs at the saltwater lake though, can’t imagine that’d be handy! Kids playing around and stuff :$
The last one we did was the red track up a hill, which can be summarized like this: steps, steps, steps, heavy breathing, moaning, steps, steps, haven’t I seen that kid before?!, steps, steps, yes! We made it.
No really, there was this kid jogging up this track and passed us like four times!
The second time I saw him I thought I had a déjà vu. The third time he came around I yelled: ‘I told you so!’ and the fourth time.. Well. I pointed my finger at him and said: ‘You! You’re mental’ and gave him a high five.
I guess it says a lot about our condition.
On our way back we took the bus, being all worn out and stuff from the climbing and walking. We needed to get to McLeod street, so the bus driver dropped us off there. Little did we know that McLeod street is reeeheeaaallly long, meaning it took us another 20-30 minute walk back to the hostel.
So I must say I’ve earned this ‘home cooked’ meal. Food for the win!
