Cardwell was the first beach with crocs that we came across. The caravan Park was really nice. There was a big fat lab named Abi who came to visit us at every meal time hoping to get a snack. Unfortunately we couldn’t feed her because on her tag the vet had written, “strictly no food”. There was a really nice pool with a rock waterfall. My bike had been given me the poopers because it was getting wrecked on the back of the car, the handle bars were wobbling up and down and the gears weren’t working. Dad found some kids on the side of the road who were selling their old bikes. None of the bikes were in great condition except one. I got the one that was in great condition, it’s a pink and black BMX. It cost me $10 and I traded them with my old bike. The boys were really happy because they got my gear bike. They took it straight to the backyard with their toolbox.
We went to Wallaman falls. It’s the biggest sheer drop waterfalls in Australia. After we had look at the falls we drove to a little creek were we saw one turtle. Then 2 then 3 then hundreds of turtles. They looked very hungry so we went to the car and got some watermelon. We started throwing in little pieces. It was really funny watching the turtles swim as fast as they can.
“Wow”, I said as we arrived at a beautiful big rainforest with a waterfall. We had just driven into Paronella Park. As soon as we had set up Tamsyn, Taj and I walked down to the waterfall. There were heaps of fish and one eel. That afternoon we went on a guided tour to see all the amazing things. The fish were still there and the guide gave us some food for the fish. We had a look at all the buildings and then we went in the tunnel of love. I fell in love! With the microbats that live in there, they were fully grown but even smaller than Taj’s fist. When we did the night tour we got to see all of the bats in flight. They were amazing. The fruit bats were so much bigger than the microbats. On the last day we had breakfast down where the fish hang out. There were old tables and chairs there that were made from concrete by Jose Paronella 70 years ago.
I had been nagging mum and dad to take us to a caravan park with a jumping pillow and finally they did. Straight away we jumped on the jumping pillow. It was really fun. Later on we went in the pool that also had a big jumping pillow in it. It was really fun; we kept sliding off the pillow and splashing into the water. We tried fishing in the river where the crocs were but we didn’t end up spotting any crocs or catching any fish. There were heaps of kids at this park and we all made new friends. On the last day I made another new friend named AJ.
We arrived at the Boulders which is a national park. The best things were seeing Cassowaries. When we were walking back from having a swim in the creek Dad asked who wants to see a cassowary. We all said me. Dad pointed to a cassowary crossing the road. When we were walking back to the van a lady told us that the night before she got attacked by the cassowary. She said it chased her around the picnic table until she dropped her sausage. The cassowary was taller than me and looks a bit like a beautiful emu. As I was running to the toilet it came out from right beside the car and its beak actually touched me. I almost pooped my pants, I got such a fright. Every time I’ve seen a cassowary at the zoo there have been signs saying how dangerous they are. Cassowaries have even been known to kill people. Now I realise that you’d have to do something stupid to get attacked by one because they are pretty harmless creatures. AT night there were about 16 bandicoots around our caravan. There was even one that crawled up Tamsyn’s tent. We even got to hand feed them. Their fur felt just like a dog. When we went snorkelling in the creek I saw a turtle and dad saw a fish, Taj and I swam right across to the deep rock pool. Taj put his foot down on a rock not realising that it was soo slippery and he slipped on his butt and went straight under. When he came up he just swam straight back to the edge laughing. He told me to have a go because it was really fun. SO we kept sliding down and swimming back to the edge. Dad swam across the river with Taj on his back because it was so deep. I swam back beside Dad, it was really cool, and I kept trying to spot a turtle, eel or fish.
As we were driving through to go to the Lion’s Den we got stopped by an out of control bushfire. There was no fire truck there so they couldn’t put it out. We ended up having to turn back to Mareeba for lunch until the fire passed. When we drove back an hour later the fire was still going but we were allowed to go through. There were hundreds of Hawks and Eagles swooping down and eating all the little animals that were running for their lives from the fire. We drove for hours this day until we finally got to the Lion’s Den. The Lion’s Den is a little caravan Park. It had a creek with no crocs so we were allowed to go for a swim. The water was a nice temperature. When we were swimming I sat in the rapids and got washed down to where the path was. There was also a little playground which we liked. We played a game where we went down the slide covered in dirt. We drove all the way to Cape Tribulation along the Bloomfield track. At one point when we were driving Dad hit a slippery bit and Dad almost crashed into the embankment. There was another part where we were right on the edge of the cliff, it was really cool. My favourite bit was driving through the river crossings. We ended up at a place called Noahs beach where we made a big hut out of sticks. We played for hours while Mum and dad went for a walk. We dug holes and played wombat holes. There was a funny aboriginal policeman with a really stressful job. He was sitting at a cafe and telling us which way to go. When Mum asked about going down the Bloomfield track he just laughed at her. Then mum asked him “should we give it a crack?’ he laughed again and just nodded.
Cooktown was windy. We went up to the light house and tested who could spit the furthest. We all got it over 10mt because the wind was blowing so hard. We went looking for a big croc but we always arrived a bit late. We had no luck fishing. Twice I got hooked on my lure. Once I was trying to pull it out of the mangroves and it broke free flying straight up the bank and going into my shin. Mum had to dehook me, it really hurt.
Now we are heading south to meet Dylan in Cairns.
Until next week, from Ry the Racoon.
No comments:
Post a Comment