From Daintree, we went to the next town north, a mere 5 hours worth of driving along outback scrub. We got to a rise and looked back at the last 3 hours over nothing... |
Still, it was quite beautiful |
The mountains were lush compared to the lowland we'd been driving through |
We would possibly pass 5 vehicles an hour |
We arrived in Cooktown, which is where Captain Cook first set foot in Australia, in June 1770 |
Even though we were in Australia, Paul found it had not to adopt the Asian photo pose |
We climbed Mt Cook and it was soooo windy, because of the SE Trade Winds - vague memories of something from school |
We nearly walked into this web, with the spider as big as the span of my hand |
And this spider was next to the other one, and was even bigger! |
There were literally hundreds of these lizards darting out of our way, as we climbed to the top and back down |
We got down from Mt Cook, crossed over an estuary at Finch's Bay, only accessible at low tide, keeping an eye out for crocs |
We then climbed up the viewpoint overlooking the town, a very small town by our standards, but all laid out before us.. |
The view, where the old lighthouse was, was 360 degrees and here's overlooking the river that runs through Cooktown |
And some mountains on the other side |
A replica of the original lighthouse |
This is a monument to Captain Cook |
And when the new towners started to have problems with the local indiginous people, they wrote to England for help and England sent this cannon, with around 5 men to help defend it - generous! |
Cooktown is very last century. This is the main street |
Not a 'Top Pub' as I'd say, more to do with them being only 3, the other 2 being Middle and Lower Pubs. |
Ahh, cooking on an open fire... |
Makes you stink of smoke.... |
....and takes 4 times longer, but you have fun whilst cooking... |
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