The Road to Cape Trib

Excuse my recent lack of posting. I’ve started uni (on top of full-time work). I’m working hard. And when I’m not working hard, I’m dreaming of jumping on a plane and running away to somewhere with copious amounts of sunshine. The beautiful town of Port Douglas, located in north-east Australia would fill this brief quite nicely.

Which is why when day dreaming of such things, one particular day always comes to mind. When in Port Douglas recently, me and two new friends – Arlette from the Netherlands and Gavin from the US – decided to hire a car for a day and make the journey through the spectacular Daintree Forest up to Cape Tribulation. It was definitely a highlight of my trip. Such a great day with such amazing people!

First up we stopped at Mossman Gorge, taking the 2km rainforest loop walk to explore its beauty.

These Buttress roots almost look like cardboard fixtures. They stabilise and collect valuable nutrients for the trees. And are generally just really beautiful. 

After the walk we hopped back in our car, anticipation building for the next part of our journey which would see us cross a river to enter the Daintree Forest. On the way we noticed a hitchhiker on the side of the road hoping for a ride to Cape Trib. We kinda thought ‘why not?’ and pulled up. And that’s how our crew got another addition of the awesome Tim from Germany.

We had heard great things about the Daintree Icecream Factory. Being the icecream lover that I am, obviously trying it was pretty much on top of my priorities. And oh my. Let me tell you. Some of the best icecream I’ve EVER had. Like, I dream about it.

With icecream out of the way, it was time to satisfy my second priority – swimming in a waterhole. So we drove further up the coast and found one. There’s something supremely carefree about swinging from a rope and jumping into crystal-clear water surrounded by lush rainforest.

Soon after we arrived a random kid came and had a swing. And when I say had a swing I mean totally-put-us-to-shame-with-his-jungle-kid-like-swinging-skills. He should be a gymnast. Or Tarzan.

Okay, now for the beaches. Driving up the coast it’s seriously a case of wanting to pull over every few minutes because witnessing the coastline from the car simply isn’t good enough.

Needless to say, I took many photos at the four (or was it five?) beaches we couldn’t help but stop at.

Tim’s hometown

We made it to Cape Trib late in the day, and dropped Tim off at his hostel (we actually bumped into him a week later in Cairns!). As the sun was setting, it was time to begin the drive back to Port Douglas. We were in such high spirits. A day like this tends to put you in that state of complete happiness.

Now can you see why I’ve been dreaming of this day? TAKE ME BACK!