Saturday February 27th
Today was waterfall day, having difficulty remembering which was which!
The first one was Malanda Falls, where the pool at the bottom had originally been the town swimming pool. Signs showing the depth of the floods in recent years were quite staggering, and difficult to imagine. Fell into conversation with a local dairy farmer whose family have farmed their land for over 90 years.
Following the waterfall circuit in the guide book, the next visited was Ellinjaa Falls with another inviting pool at the bottom.
and a turtle taking the sun on a nearby log.
Through more glorious scenery
to the Zillie Falls
Millaa Millar itself was a lovely place. As well as serving the biggest scones I have ever seen the chat at the next table,a group of farmers' wives, was just fascinating, ranging from jelly making to farm machinery via local politics. Shamelessly eavesdropping !
then, ignoring the multitude of other waterfalls made straight for Koranda. The waterfalls are the result of all the volcanic activity on the Tablelands.
After a rather unspectacular meal in Kuranda, the waitress wished me an "awesome" night! I should have thought when walking to the village from the camp site that the return would be in the dark. The town was completely shut up and deserted, quite spooky.
Today was waterfall day, having difficulty remembering which was which!
The first one was Malanda Falls, where the pool at the bottom had originally been the town swimming pool. Signs showing the depth of the floods in recent years were quite staggering, and difficult to imagine. Fell into conversation with a local dairy farmer whose family have farmed their land for over 90 years.
Following the waterfall circuit in the guide book, the next visited was Ellinjaa Falls with another inviting pool at the bottom.
and a turtle taking the sun on a nearby log.
Through more glorious scenery
to the Zillie Falls
and, finally the Millar Millaa Falls
Millaa Millar itself was a lovely place. As well as serving the biggest scones I have ever seen the chat at the next table,a group of farmers' wives, was just fascinating, ranging from jelly making to farm machinery via local politics. Shamelessly eavesdropping !
Back on the road next to Josephine Falls
and Babinda Boulders ,then, ignoring the multitude of other waterfalls made straight for Koranda. The waterfalls are the result of all the volcanic activity on the Tablelands.
After a rather unspectacular meal in Kuranda, the waitress wished me an "awesome" night! I should have thought when walking to the village from the camp site that the return would be in the dark. The town was completely shut up and deserted, quite spooky.









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