Congratulations! Your place at University College London (University of London) (U80) to study Medicine (6 years) (A100) has been confirmed.

Firstly, I GOT MY PLACE AT MEDICAL SCHOOL!!! I opened up the UCAS track service to see:

Congratulations! Your place at University College London (University of London) (U80) to study Medicine (6 years) (A100) has been confirmed.

I could barely contain myself in this Internet cafe! I had to unleash Tim Henman fist clench, after all this moment would affect my career and the rest of my life!

Anyway, after my day scuba diving on the reef, I had booked myself on a two day one night tour around Cape Tribulation. Cape Trib is north of Cairns and is a region of rainforest, which stretches down onto the beach and it's all belly beautiful. On the way up to cape trib, the guide pointed out this sign, which was originally a warning for a speed hump ahead, and then a warning of the locality of Emus. Chortle, chortle, chortle...

We arrived at the Daintree River after about an hour or so, and I grabbed a fantastic B+E sandwich! I went on a wildlife "cruise" around the Daintree river, but I've always associated cruises with spending days on a hugely over sized kids toy boat. This was just a boat trip. And that's pretty much all it was, just a boat trip. I saw crocodiles, but not as good as when I saw them in Lichfield. But I did see this Tree Snake, and fortunately no Trouser Snakes.After this, we drove up to Jindalba Rainforest Boardwalk, or Boredwalk, chortle, chortle, chortle...

Actually it was quite interesting, and I ate some more green ant's bottoms.

After this we drove up to the hostel, I dumped my bag and went for a walk down to Myall Beach. It was a short walk through the rain forest and then it came out onto a white sanded beach. It was Britishly overcast and drizzling, so wasn't quite as stunning as it could have been. But, with views up to Cape Tribulation, it was very fulfilling. After wandering around here for a good coupler hours, I headed back to the hostel and opened my book. I also met a great Irish group, who I went to dinner with down at a local pub that night.The next day, the first stop was Alexandra Range Lookout, which was just a quick photo snap and back in the bus and on the way back to the Daintree River. This time we were crossing it, and the bus drove onto the ferry which took us across. We were headed to Mossman Gorge, where I went for a swim and saw a little turtle up on the rock where I was swimming. He was friendly and joined me for a swim. Either that, or he was scared and fled. I also saw this lizard, the name of which escapes me.
And then, as the leaflet said, I had "Time to walk through Port Douglas and soak up the atmosphere". Yeah, right. We had half an hour to walk around this more than averagely bemusing town. I bought an ice cream to make the experience more satisfactory. This made me feel sick. I was not impressed by this final part of the tour. From this, I learnt not to go on cheap, crappy tours that rush you around a stunning region in too shorter time.

Anyway, the next day was the beginning of my East Coast trip, so I go the ozexperience bus down to Mission Beach. On the way we stopped at a crocodile farm, where they farm thousands of crocodiles for their skin and meat. I witnessed feeding time, where Mick, the owner, sat on the back of a 6 metre crocodile and gave it some chicken. Worryingly though, he was scarred, and could barely walk from his previous crocodile-related injuries. He was the first of two nutcases I met that day. I also held a little freshwater crocodile, which, without it's mouth taped closed, would definitely and skinned me alive.
Note the pleb in the backgroud knowing that she's in the photo, and so looking at the camera and giving an awkward smile. I think she must be French.

I went for a 6 mile Rainforest walk near my hostel with 3 Germans and a Welsh woman. I spotted a Casawarry and inspected it heartedly with my binoculars. I also provided a german with an antiseptic wipe from my medikit after she walked into a thorn bush with bare shoulders. It, sorry, She didn't need this antiseptic wipe, but it made me think it was worthwhile bringing that bloody medikit to Australia in the first place, let alone on that walk! nb. The bite and sting relief has been very useful, Mother. nbb. Note the bare shoulders walking infront of me, dear dear.

That night I was staying at a hostel called "Scotty's" which was famous for it's Kangaroo. So I just had to spend the 8quid on some delicious kangaroo steaks, with chips, salad and a droolingly complimentary sweet plum sauce. After this, I realised with a bit of wink wink nudge nudge, the pool tables were free! So I then spent the rest of the evening drinking and playing pool. Heaven.

Oh, and the nutcase was a drunk woman about my mother's age, who thought she was fantastic at pool, and would bend the rules embarrasingly to ensure her victory. Which she did, of course. In the end, I conceded by pushing the black into the pockets, which she then had a smeg saying I'm not allowed to touch the balls on the table, and that I was moving them to my advantage. I then told her I had conceded, and she looked smug and proud of herself and walked away. Now I wish her husband, who was a decent fellow hadn't had to leave and be replaced on the table by his estranged wife. A very interesting experience indeed.