Fly from Brisbane to Cairns and there in time for breakfast! Of course, it did mean getting up at 3am to make a 6am flight, and two and a half hours sitting silently between two men, one built like a mining truck and the other hiding behind his hoodie (I started to suspect that he had smothered beneath his own hood, until his hand went up beneath the hood to deliver a fruit mint. I knew it was a fruit mint because I could smell the flavour, orange), but the breakfast and pot of tea at the hotel took the edge off of any remaining pain!
First impressions of Cairns?
A large country town nestled between the mountains and the sea.
Tropical colonial architecture.
The nicest smelling hotel I have ever stayed in!
My television had a personal welcome message for me.
The best stocked mini bar I have ever seen (and prices to match)
The most comfortable hotel bed I have ever slept in!
Huge pillows, and a pillow menu!
All the staff appear to be foreign and I spent my time misunderstanding most of what they said and nodding my head as if I understood (I have no ear for accents, my deficit not theirs!)
All the food is over cooked and dominated by MEAT! Everyone must be on a protein diet!
The city looks depressed with vacant store front after store front. Where have all the tourists gone?
Spa bath with a view of the television, right next to my bed!