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A dead cricket and other adventures in small town Australia. Australia, Part 9.

Posted by bostonki on April 9, 2018 in Australia, travel

Here’s a bonus blog for tonight!  Yay!

I really didn’t want to stop writing, so in this post I’m going to talk about what happened after we left Cairns!  I really didn’t want to leave – it had been a busy and wonderful five days!  Visiting the rainforest, some beautiful obscure parks like Paronella, fun night spots like the Markets, rafting, going to the Aboriginal cultural center, and the reef trip, not to mention spending some fun time just chilling at the hostel near the ping pong table.

Our next stop, which would take two days to get to with all of the side trips, was the Outback.  The town of Winton was our destination, about a 10 or 11 bus ride inlands.  Past the atherton tablelands and into the heart of the Queensland outback.  It’s not a part of the red center that people typically think of (it’s probably another 10 hours to reach that, but it’s pretty darn close to the red center’s outskirts.  Keep in mind that Australia is HUGE, the size of the US or potentially bigger.  In fact, I routed from our base town Mooloolaba to a latitudinally (is that a word?) similar town on the West Coast, and Google gave me the quickest route as taking FIFTY SEVEN hours.  So, yeah.

C iterated over and over again that we NEED to stock up on food for the Outback.  Even though we were only going to be in remote areas for a few days, he was concerned that the bus would break down and it’d take more than a day for help to arrive.  So we all went to the grocery store and stocked up on nonperishables.

On our first afternoon out, I was the captain along with Michelle (goody, goody.  At being the captain, not at being with Michelle).  We again made a few pit stops before seriously hitting the road.  We went and stopped at Josephine falls, which was about a twenty minute trek from the visitor’s area.  It was beautiful, one of those natural rock that was smooth enough that people were sliding down it.  In true parental fashion, he told us how he used to do the same thing but he would bar us from doing it.  We also made a trip to Milaa Milaa Falls, which I liked better.  Even though the water was cold and muddy, C held a race to the waterfall and back.  Something I maybe would have done looking back on it.

Milaa Milaa Falls

That day, we also stopped at the Nerada Tea Plantation.  Oh. My. Gosh.  So this place specialized in hosting the hoity-toity afternoon teas (which are a thing in Australia, perhaps not the extent as they are in Britain, but nonetheless).  Their “scones” (sc-AH-ns, according to C) were basically American biscuits, and they served them with decadent creams and jellies.  I ate two and then was in a food coma for pretty much the rest of the day.  The plantation also had a factory where you could see the tea being made, which was neat.  But the sc-AH-ns.

A sc-AH-n.


Getting a taste of Australian tea life.

That night we spent the night in Yungaburra, which couldn’t have been an hour from Cairns.  Life in Yungaburra was.. interesting.  It was a super small town, with one motel (which we occupied all twelve rooms of, lol) and one pub in town.  So that’s where we went for dinner.  I was pointed out after my post last week that we didn’t have a Cards Against Humanity love going, but rather a Phase 10 one.  And that’s exactly what we spent the entire night in this town doing.  We hosted it in the room that Sam, Michelle, and I were staying in.  Perhaps, though, the best part was the preparation.  I pushed the beds together to make a larger playing space to discover this huge dang dead cricket under Sam’s bed.  Her face when she emerged from the bathroom to see this cricket was priceless.  Naturally we ran to the guys’ room and dragged in Sean to transport the cricket to the toilet, where it refused to flush until we weighed it down with toilet paper.  Ah, adventures in Yungaburra.

Well this blog post was much shorter than usual but I want to next week talk about our brief lunch stop, Hughendon, and how that resulted in me being trapped in my hotel room for the one whole day we had in the Outback!  By the way, the Outback is an experience to have only once.  But it had it’s own charm.  More next week!

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