1. When she arrived this morning is still unknown.

2. I have now idea whether he would go by bus or go straight there on foot.

3. Where you are to drop your luggage is a question.

4. How you will take a ride on a cable car has nothing to do with me.

5. The fact is that he needs to get spectacular view of the city first.

6. Finding a better form of transport is what we are considering at the moment.

7. Whether he saw a terrible accident or not in the street is of no importance to me.

8. Slipping down the hill, he dragged with him what he could reach on the way down.

9. After having his late lunch, he began studying what is called the fishing industry science.

10. In this tourist area, people are doing much exploring for what was left by the Japanese invaders. 5. Closing down by reading and writing travel diaries

Kids, have you ever kept a journal of your trip?

Not only is it fun to write but it is a great mement when the special time has passed. Now start writing and sending your travel diaries to us!

Foot tour of Tonsville

This morning we sent on a short foot tour of Tonsville to get our bearings for the next couple of days. It's nice to be back in a town that is big enough to have good facilities, and in a picturesque setting. Our hostel is located next to the marina, a short stroll into the heart and soul of townsville town centre, which at night reminded me of something out of Miami with all the neon pink and blue street lighting, pretty and alluring.

Having spent the morning taking photos and acquainting ourselves with the town settled down for a swim at the hostel pool and catching up on some reading and work emails...

Mike Home, Home Again

By pummel

March 15th 2006

Our final breakfast on the Nimrod was more basic than the others, perhaps reflecting that we had run out of food, or perhaps more likely that two of the crew had been throwing up all night thanks to the storm. We took a bus from Port Douglas, where we moored down to Cairns and being thoroughly exhausted did little but drink coffee, and go to the cinema. This is something that I had no intentions of doing, but the thought of two hours in a comfy chair that wasn't rocking and rolling was very appealing to me.

I ended up going for a few drinks that evening with people I met at my hostel, and at the start of the night I couldn't decided if they were boring, shy or that there was some sort of language barrier. After several hours out on the town including Sohos and the Legendary Woolshed I decided that they were in fact boring, and went home, leaving them like Pilchards amongst Potato Cod(I think Potato Cod is a type of Grupper Shawna).