We're now on to Tuesday, Melbourne Cup day, and our last day in the Whitsundays.Sharon and the girls have booked an all morning Sea Kayak tour, which I looked on at enviously, but Phil wanted to go big game fishing and I sacrificed my personal interests to keep him company.
We arrived at the jetty at 7:45am, and oursleves and 3 Germans get on the boat. As it turned out big game fishing was in the the confines of the bay and we caught sod all.
I'm not really into fishing but some of the views in the bay were very nice, with the sun beating down on cerulean seas. There were some moment of humour (well my own internal humour anyway) when we'd caught nothing for hours and everyone was beginning to look inwards. There we were bobbing on the sea, silent in our own thougts, beginning to feel a litte like some kind of 50's movie with everyone slowly dying on the open Ocean.
Breaking the bubble, we were back at the Quay in time for lunch, and met a tired and a slightly burnt group of ex kayakers.
We had one last chance to eat out before departing, and stumbled into the madness of Melbourne Cup Day. Here we were 1,500 miles north of Melbourne, but had a town full of people in full race regalia, sitting in restaurants, serving champagne on "Cup Day".
We then drove south for Mackay Airport, eventually arriving in Melbourne at about 11pm. Our final Melbourne Cup interaction was the ludicrous 45 minutes wating for a bus to the long stay car park at Melbourne Aiport. It seemed a disproportionate number of drivers had 'phoned in ill on this day.
We eventually got home at 1am, very tired but having had a great compressed visit to a tropical paradise.
If anyone wants the trip pictures here they are: http://www.flickr.com/photos/36445314@N08/sets/72157622621199139/
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