I’ve read a few blogs and often find that entries can be long winded, self indulgent and /or written by women who wish they were called Carrie and lived in New York. But there are many benefits to writing a blog; the main and most important one is being able to let those people who care about Martin and I keep up to date with our whereabouts. The second reason is wanting to bottle just a little bit of this once in a life time, 12 month holiday.

So I’ll attempt to refrain from rabbiting on too much and keep it punchy (postcard length) instead.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Snap happy tourists, ice ice baby and bad taste souvenirs...only in Kuranda

To make the most of Martin's week off, we decided to take a holiday (within a holiday) to Cairns.

Today, we took the train to Kuranda village.  The 2 hour train journey through the rain forest was incredible.  The end destination, Kuranda village, was nice enough but was ultimately a thriving tourist trap amongst the trees.

But the purpose of this entry is not to tell you about Kuranda, but to tell you about the weird and the wonderful things we witnessed along the way...

  • First there was the truck-load of Japanese tourists, who liked to have their picture taken next to the non-Japanese passengers on the train


  • Then there was the rainbow ice cream.  Never in my life have I seen edible plasticine!



  • But it was the Australian souvenirs that really took the biscuit.  First we came across the Kangaroo paw back scratcher, but this was quickly trumped by the Kangaroo scrotum key rings and bottle openers.   

I particularly like that they are labelled 'genuine Australian
souvenir', to strengthen the argument for buying them

  • But my personal favourite had to be Cane Toads stuck on to cans of lager.  Now wouldn't these look lovely on the mantle piece!



Japanese tourists, techni-colour icecream and distasteful souvenirs aside, we had a great day on the Kuranda railway.

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