We land in Cairns, which looks like Hawaii, the Smokey Mountains, and rural Thailand all rolled into one. Our driver takes us 40 minutes into the local area, then drops us at Turtle Cove. Turtle Cove is a bit dowdy for a resort, with its claim to fame being rooted more in its all-gay ownership than its amenities. (Think more “upscale motel” than “exclusive resort.”)
We do like having our room open onto the rocky beach, and we spend most of the afternoon walking along the seashore. (We don’t swim, though, because “stinger” season is still on-going. Stingers, by the way, are lethal jellyfish that swarm the beach areas through early June.)
Standing with Clyde, watching a distant thunderstorm create double rainbows over the Pacific, was very nice indeed.
The phones and internet service here are satellite-based, because we are literally miles from anywhere. As a result, even MadeByMark, with its pages and pages of text, loads at a snail’s pace … almost character by character, as pages did back in the days of 300 baud Prodigy service. (I’m showing my age, aren’t I?)
Off to dinner.
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