No Shirt, No Service

We were supposed to spend this sunny day learning and practicing coastal aboriginal hunting and cooking techniques, followed by a short boat cruise through a rainforest, concluded with a moderate hike and waterfall swim.

Instead we rented a car and drove to the Cairnes emergency room with Addi wailing with stomach pain- arriving just in time for her to puke all over...and I mean ALL OVER poor Jim. They cut us to the front of the very long waiting line and the doctor's conclusion was that Addi had a virus (not appendicitis as the Guilford Pediatrician on call recommended we rule out and I, therefore; concluded she had). Local doctor was right, and she was much better about 5-6 hours later and seems 100% now. Addi is a trooper.

Jim is a trooper too- he had to wander around Cairnes shirtless and covered in puke looking for emergency replacement clothes. It took more shopping and looks of disgust than he would have liked, but managed to find something within about 20 minutes. It wasn't funny then, but it is fracking hilarious now!

With Addi on the mend, we stopped by Trinity Beach which was lovely and less developed than Palm Cove (which isn't very developed). The jungle more dramatically meets the beach here. We took a short walk, and then came back home. Addi begged to swim, which we let her do for 10 minutes.

We bought a short didgeridoo in Cairnes and are passing time trying to play it. We make more noise than music, but it is a fun activity between loads of laundry!

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