It's Pronounced "Cans"

Two days of playing around in the Cairn's rainforest- and it's called a rainforest for a reason...

Day One- a trip to Kuranda- a village splat dab in the middle of the rainforest...

Here's our bus driver and guide, Paul.  More on him later...

Paul directed us to a FABULOUS homemade ice cream stand. 

Of course Ada and I had to try some out.  I got mango.  Fresh mango.  Fresh mango ice cream.

Hoo Boy! " Yum" does not even come close...

A little look around- but we didn't have much time for the Butterfly Gardens, or the Venom Museum ( like I'd ever darken THAT doorstep),  or the Koala Cuddling...

Checked out some hot sauces...

And found great sign in the ladies' bathroom stall...
(you know what a sucker I am for a giggle...) Lots of Chinese visitors, obviously...

Then it was the rainforest cable car ride down the mountain.  It was spectacular, but I didn't get great pics because of the rain.....

Ok...now back to Paul. I didn't notice it until he mentioned it, but he has only one arm.  Lost it as a 3 week old child to cancer.  Hasn't slowed Paul down one bit.  In fact, he's climbed Mount Everest- the first disabled person to do so from the Tibetan side. 

Check out his story.  Great guy.  Great attitude.  Funny as hell.

Next day it was raining hard....but we were off to have a walk around...or so we thought.  As soon as we crossed the street, a wind gust and deluge occurred simultaneously, drenching Ada when her umbrella turned inside out.  I carried forth as she and Marcia returned to the dry comfort of Serenity.

I came across the famous Meldrums Pies. 

Pies are to Aussies what burgers are to Americans, I guess.  Every shop has some. 

I opted for a steak, chilli, and cheese pie. 

It was Glorious with a capital G.  On a wet rainy day, it was the PERFECT mid-morning snack.

Yes, I demolished every single morsel.

I wandered....stumbling upon the Farmer's market...

Soooo many different varieties of bananas.....

We sailed away just as another storm was rolling in...but dry enough to sit on the veranda with my needlepoint and watch the sailaway...

Still no good at selfies, but I am trying.

Off to Cooktown!