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A Gift of Money, A New Plan and a Chance to Sightsee Cairns Properly

14 November 2012 No Comment

Tuesday 29th March 2011 – Cairns, Australia

Today was a bit of a breakthrough for me, a slight change in direction also. My time in Cairns had been stuttering so far, as it felt like I was here for the sake of being here, and not for sightseeing as I have been doing up until now. I was looking for work but not really knowing what my next move was. Today, though, I had the news I have been looking for, and I could look forward again.

I began the day with another Skype call to my family, this time with sound, and I was so happy to hear everybody’s voice once again. I was also thrilled to hear they had managed to sell my old car for me back home, giving me a nice lump sum of money to see me through the next couple of weeks or so. This would enable me the opportunity to participate in more touristy activities again, and to look for work without the urgency. I felt a lot happier after this call.

The day was spent relaxing by the lagoon and topping up my tan, content with the outcome of this morning’s Skype call. I saw some familiar faces down by the pool from my recent tour to Fraser Island, so it was great to catch up again. After the sun became too hot and uncomfortable, we decided to return to the hostel. After a nice, cool shower I opted to go back into town for a spot of sightseeing. I took my camera with me and walked all along the water’s edge, snapping away here and there, walking miles as I went. At one point I was amazed to see a flock of birds all headed in one direction, or at least I thought they were birds. Closer inspection revealed they were actually bats.

Flock of Bats in CairnsI followed the path of the birds until I reached the harbour, then watched as the many thousands of bats flocked over the water to the island beyond, and disappeared over the treetops. I wondered where they might be going, and imagined being one of them. How I would love to fly. I did look like a tourist as I continued to photograph the event. Locals looked at me in a judgemental way, one even saying they hated the bats for their nuisances and their smell, as well as the poison they spread. I guess they would be a pest to those who deal with them on a daily basis, and they are noisy.

The evening followed the usual pattern of a meal down the Woolshed, followed by dancing and a few drinks, before returning to the hostel after the long walk home. We did meet an old lady in the Woolshed today, one who is often there dancing on the tables. For some reason she always gets lucky as well. Maybe she is a celebrity, or maybe she has some kind of power, but she is a party animal, and always ends up with a guy towards the end of the evening. Tonight was no different as we left her snogging the face off a guy in his early 20s.

I had booked a tour for Cape Tribulation tomorrow with the money I now have and was looking forward to it. All I need is a good night sleep now.


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