Monday 22nd January - Last full day in Oz

We could have crammed in more mileage and driven round to see as much as possible on our last day, but instead we opted to have an admin morning, catching up with Facebook, paying UK bills, writing postcards and blogging.

The rain decided to take a break so we thought we’d better pack whilst we had the chance and in case the rain returns tomorrow.  Whilst packing I was listening to the radio, singing along, and of course I had the air con on to keep me cool.  When I returned from having a shower Simon gave me the not-so-surprising news that we had a flat battery!  It was entirely my fault.
 

We had been considering whether to drive into Cairns for our last night or get a cab in.  Cab it was then!  We’d asked at the camp office and they’d recommended a couple of places on the marina that would be good for food and drinks, so we headed there and found some happy hour drinks at the Pier. 

Big 'ole fruit bat

We watched the bats flying over at sunset and I had an amazing seafood pizza.

From there, we walked into town along Cairn’s brightly lit pathways and past the lagoon:

Cairns 'fake beach' lagoon

Cairns city center is nicely presented and clean

There was another old ‘haunt’ that I wanted to try to find.  ‘The Woolshed’ opened at the beginning of the nineties and when I was here 21 years ago (uh-oh, she’s off again!) I remember it as a party venue, there were games and an amount of dancing on tables was involved.  We walked past, but it was way too early in the evening for the frivolities.  Instead, we found some more happy hour drinks at an Irish bar and played cards.

We weren’t feeling in a celebratory mood for our last night in Oz, but we did go for just one drink in the Woolshed.  When we arrived, they were playing drinking musical chairs and then started table dancing – it was just like the old days, except we were now 40! Unsurprisingly, the crowd were just too young for us and we weren’t drunk enough to throw ourselves into the festivities, so we headed home.

Dancing on tables? Must be the Woolshed...