Normally raging, Barron Falls was a mere trickle. Tropical Queensland is known to have two seasons, Dry and Wet. This year's Dry has been just that, and the Wet was late!
The Barron River still looked pretty full as we crossed it on the way to Kuranda. We saw no crocs sunning themselves on its banks, though, to my disappointment!
Kuranda was a logging town in its infancy, then in the late 1960s was a popular destination for hippies and of late has been trying to become an artist's colony. There were lots of tourist shops and galleries. I loved the wrought iron signposts. This one had a man with an axe chopping at it.
The world's largest ant perched on this trashcan.
A 4 foot tall praying mantis guarded this signpost. We did not visit the butterfly sanctuary or other wildlife centers this trip. Maybe next time...
I found some souvenirs. I gave these to the girls at work.
And even came home with a couple of things for me.
Susie drove us down to the Promenade of Cairns on the water, among the big hotels and downtown buildings. We lunched on my dime at a little Italian place, sitting outside and watching the boats, ships, and tourists. As family was going to be coming into town that night, we stopped at the "Supa" on the way home and shopped for dinner. I decided to make a rice salad but could not find black beans so settled for borlottis. I also picked up some corn tortillas so I could make breakfast tacos, which I should rename SoCal Tacos as they are not just for breakfast. We had a lovely dinner and it was wonderful to meet Susie's brother Rob and his fiance Debbie, and her Aunt Wendy, and to meet their friends. Jon had me try "tomato sauce", as he thought it was the same as ketchup, which it was. Sue's son Matty and his girlfriend Jessie and I discussed all kinds of food and the differences between there and home. Next up: a Boat ride!