So, rather predictably, my tour was unfortunately cancelled, which left me high and dry in a phenomenally hot and humid Cairns with nothing to do – all the trips to the Great Barrier Reef and to the Rainforest had already gone.
When you've been to all the museums and galleries, and when you're not in the market for a boomerang or a didgeridoo, that only leaves going for a sweaty walk around the waterfront. So, I dripped my way around Cairns's attractive esplanade before the heat got too much – and that was about it.
So, seeing as I have no high octane experiences to relate, I'll show you a few pictures from Tracy's trip up into the rainforest to Kuranda, by train and by cable car. Somehow, even though the hills were cloaked in cloud, the rainforest didn't live up to its name, and she remained dry.
Cairns is usually all about getting wet – snorkelling, rafting, or getting rained on in the forest. Today, the only wet I got, was from sweat.