Wednesday 30 July 2014

PORT DOUGLAS - MOSSMAN GORGE. July 2014

Glenn and Paul took the opportunity to play golf in the Saturday competition in Mossman and loved it of course! The rest of us went to the market and bought the most delicious local produce. We came home with custard apples, dried mango, rockmelon, chilli, mango and coconut dukkah, cassava slices and other delicacies. I had fresh coconut water in the shell too which I haven't had for ages.
The market was in the grounds of the historic church which had beautiful stonework and mosaics.

Market day in Mossman. I love the contrast in the photo and the harmony of the roof lines!

We drove out to Daintree village where many people start a croc-spotting river cruise and thought the caravan park, overlooking the boat ramp looked sublimely peaceful.

The following day we went to Port Douglas to buy fresh prawns from the trawler moored at the jetty and then went down to the point and sat on the rocks to eat them. The Sunday market was just finishing up and there were many colourful people to watch.

The young couple in the distance had rigged up a tightrope between the palm trees and were attempting to walk it. They were pretty good.
There was rain about so the tourists were out in numbers in the shops. We drove past Hibiscus Lodge where I spent four great days with the Gosford Girls a few years ago. It rained then too, but hey, it is the Wet Tropics!
MOSSMAN GORGE
This would be one of the many highlights of our trip. The rainforest is magnificent!
There are many information boards through this very accessible forest which detail the various methods used by plants in their life or death struggle to reach the light.
I have agreat affinity for rainforests having spent many of my formative years in Wingham on the Manning River, with a pocket of temperate rainforest at the end of my street. I spent many hours running along tracks, swinging on strangler vines and climbing giant fig trees. The cool, damp, rotting floor of the forest, the silence and tranquility of that special place, is imprinted on my soul.

 

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