I had a dream that I was preparing for yet ANOTHER excursion with a grade of overexcited kids.

I took this as a sign I was working too hard. You may scoff, my teacher days are far behind me (9 months ago) but the memories of the hurried pace have not left and I feel the ramping up with all this sight seeing after the slower pace we have been enjoying. It is truly amazing how the human body adjusts to a new pace so readily. (Although I must say that shepherding these two boys around almost equates to a classroom of kids! Their listening skills could be a little more developed.)

When I woke up I decided that we needed a day at the van, relaxing and catching up on some planning and the all important washing. No picnic making, no navigating, no watching out for man-eating cassowaries.

It turned into a dismal morning weather wise and it gave me an opportunity to catch up on my e-course. 

After lunch we were getting a bit of cabin fever, easily achieved in a caravan on a wettish, windy day. We put on our runners and headed to the local playground braving the conditions. It was difficult to tell who was having the most fun, the little kid or the big kid!

We took a wander down the main street of Mossman, looking in the mismatched variety of stores. This is a very very old town, still reliant on the sugar cane industry and trying to promote itself as the last main town before crossing the Daintree River. It offered the basic necessities for travellers. 

The laundry was running hot with everyone else deciding to do their washing too. By the time the clothes dryer was free, it was 7:30pm and the noise restrictions necessitated the laundry closing at 8pm. I wasn’t going to have a pile of wet washing hanging around so I didn’t bother doing any at all. I will never ever take my own personal washing machine for granted, ever again.  Our next van…