Daintree

Hello again,
we wander the stretch of road between the Daintree River ferry and Cape Tribulation before settling on a newish camp ground right on the beach at Cape Trib as we locals call it. It is all very pleasant, especially after I locate and remove the Weipa cane toad that had stowed away under our bed, and had been the cause of us getting less sleep than usual. Regarding sleeping, it has been the biggest problem of our trip. We are a bit squashed in the van and it is a constant source of aggravation between us. Graz has to go I am afraid, which is a shame because she keeps the place clean and lets me touch her boobs.
Cape Trib(ulation) and the Daintree area seems to have marketed itself particularly well to zee germans and french, as they are thick on the ground. It is a long way to come just to look at some trees, crazy foreigners. There is nice creek here that flows to the beach that supposedly has a couple a crocs and a few wiley barra. I manage to hook up one of the fish but drop it pretty quickly. Worst fisherman ever.
North of Cape Trib is the Bloomfield track to Cooktown, which with the right weather conditions would be a pretty full on 4-wheel-drive experience, but at the moment it is a quite pleasant climb through the rainforest with a couple of river crossings and lots of nice scenery. The uhf radio is alive with chatter though, with travelling 4x4 groups earnestly warning each other about potholes and such. Tools. Obligatory beer at the Lions Den hotel then Cooktown, and the untold luxury of a regular bed. We had left the van back at the campground and enjoyed a crappy motel room far more than we should have. Returning the next day the weather through the rainforest is not so great, but as they say, that is problem with rainforest- rain, and forest. Leaving the Cape trib campground I overhear the leader of a group of caravanners casually remark to the campround owner that they are going to the tip (of cape york) and does he know if it is a tar road? They are in for a very long, dusty, corrugated surprise.
Daintree Village would be home for the next 5 days, a pretty little town that that has a nice river and a quiet campground and bugger all else. Once again the fishing is slow, with everybody complaining about the cold water keeping the fish dormant. Shoulda been here last week...Following the common theme though, the weather really is pretty nice, so even though we don't catch much it is still good. Graz adds Archer fish to the list, and I thoroughly enjoy a couple of hours walking a pristine sandflat chasing shy whiting and flattys. We see more crocs (she is starting to tolerate them), plenty of birds including an admittedly pretty impressive Jabiru catching more fish than me and get bitten by plenty of mozzies and sandflies. I even get to watch the rugby on saturday night, damn allblecks. If we don't leave now we may end up staying in Daintree for a couple of years so we pack up and hit the road to Cairns for a bit of car maintenance and restocking (and internet, hence these two updates in quick succession) before we head to the Gulf. The fishing is supposed to be good there at the moment...
later,brad & graz

ps. if people are silly enough to leave their bikini photos on public internet computers who am I argue?