Trinity Beach happened by mistake, a snafu in planning the end of our Australian adventure. We knew we'd be flying from Cairns back to Shanghai and we'd already booked our snorkel trip to the Great Barrier Reef. All that was left was accommodation.
Unfortunately, Cairns is a bit of a hotbed of Reef activity and everything clean and/or reasonably priced was booked up during this later summer February. To our extreme advantage, we found a two bedroom suite, roughly three times the size of my Shangers flat, that also came equipped with two bathrooms, a kitchen, balcony, two pools and close access to Trinity Beach, a sleepy (in the best way possible) beach town with a few waterside restaurants, a swimming area and a tiny shop selling everything including ice cream by the scoop.
We lazed our final three days away between a boat trip to the reef, the pool and the beach, where fighting off the nature trying to kill us seemed the order of the day:
If it's not jellyfish, it's crocodiles. Our taxi driver was very keen to wow us with his crocodile stories--despite the fact that we weren't sure they were true, we didn't care. He didn't care. We reveled in legendary Oz:
And the occasional selfie:
And surreal reminders of our location:
We blissed out. Perhaps it was small fry on the grand scheme of such a large continent but we took our small fry and feasted. I never thought I'd want to live in Australia but the two weeks convinced me otherwise. Yes, it's quite literally the other side of the world. But sunshine. But avocados and other vegetarian, lactose and wheat allergy friendly foods. But squeaky beaches. But legend wrapped in truth.
Australiiiiiaaaaaaa!
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