I was treated to a second trip with Steven today as we visited Mossman Gorge about 20mins away.
After securing me with a ticket for Mossman Gorge bus, Steven and Tom left to check out a plastering job, and left me to wander around the walking tracks for a few hours.
As I got off the bus and another load of tourist they immediately let loose with the insect spray. I think each tourist used a full can. I forgot mine but there was so much floating around that I think enough landed on me to last the 2hrs.
The temperature was a little cooler in the rain forest but not by much, I hung back from the other tourists and their bug spray so I could soak in some fresh air.
I was excited when I saw the sign for the cassowary but also a little apprehensive of actually meeting one while out walking on my own, some other Australian animal that was out to kill me.
Walking along the suspended boardwalk I was good to look down on the rainforest and I soon came to a swimming hole. I forgot my swimmer and also didn’t want to leave my gear unattended while I swam in the water. Also the information centre said that the water whole was closed because of strong currents.
I left the swimming hole to much stronger swimmers than myself and the jungle perch or something.
Big holes were on the ground that seem to have been scratched out from a recent cassowary, but that’s the only evidence of them that I managed to spot.
However there was a stag horn that my mother would have liked hanging from a single tree vine. Ive only seen them on the side of a tree not hanging in midair.
Next I crossed the Rex Creek Suspension bridge built in 1985, this was a little fun to cross as it swung and jumped rather badly under foot.
while walking around the rainforest I managed to spot one of the smallest mushrooms I’ve ever seen, so I took a photo against my finger to show the scale. I think after taking the photo I was more fascinated in my fingerprint than the mushroom. It looked like the contours of a map.
The wildlife in the gorge was a little disappointing but then again thinking how close it was to the swimming hole with all its noise of the tourists and the insect spray I’m not really surprised by the lack of wildlife.
Arriving back at the water hole, this time it was inundated with backpackers and some very tiny swimmers on. I sat and had my lunch while enjoying the view, after I finished I watched the fish in the water and spotted a very bright blue butterfly.
The harmless butterfly had a small child screaming as it was trying to land on his blue and red shorts.
A single mother of two almost drowned making a fool of herself trying to chat up an American tourist and was amusing to watch for 15mins. The flirting, not when she got out of her depth in the strong current.
She was saved when the current pushed her into a few smooth boulders she could climb on and escape with her dignity intact. Her kids were happy to play in the shallows as they didn’t want to get there hair wet and were none the wiser and didn’t care much for there future dad there mother had chosen.
Oh how much I love people watching and making up stories in my head, I’m sure I’m not alone or am I ?
Any way I managed to get back to the information centre just as Steven and Tom came to collect me, Steven brought me a meat pie which I was very grateful for.
Steven took me to some more swimming holes and one of Toms favourite bridges, I said I’d have ago at photographing it but it wasn’t the right time of day.
Steven told me it would be good to travel down the river on inflatable tyres from one bridge to the other. I shall have to organise this when I come back up one day in the future, thats when I buy my 4WD and eventually get on my Australian road trip.