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Hi Everyone!

I'm still here in Mission Beach, I'm leaving tomorrow. I'll be sad to leave, it's a really great hostel, with nice people and very friendly, helpful staff.

Henny way, yesterday I washed. I know, it's impressive. Only kidding, I manage to look at water every week or so, and actually get in once a month or so. Only kidding, I have washed quite a lot, NOT! Only kidding, I wash normally, just like other people, as in NEVER! HAHA! Only kidding, I didn't wash yesterday, I washed yesterday instead.

Actually, yesterday I went on a walk down the beach, which was boring because as I walked down the beach, to my left was a large mass of water usually referred to as the sea, sometimes the pacific ocean. To my right was some trees, and the odd building, and then in front of me was constantly sand. So, as you can gather, the view becomes a little monotonous and to illustrate how boring it was, I started running for entertainment. I also met a couple of mates along the way, and, relatively speaking, relative to the view that is, their conversation was interesting. They were birds, of the flying kind.

However, today, I awoke after not enough sleep and decided to get the "Water Taxi" across to a nearby island of similar insignificance to say, Tasmania ? The island is amusingly named "Dunk Island" which sounds like some kind of afternoon tea biscuit. The above boat is not the water taxi by the way, the picture above I selected by accident instead of the birds.

On Dunk Island, it rained consistently all day, however, being a rainforest, the concept of rain seemed more acceptable to me. I set off on a good 10 km circuit walk around the island which was very nice indeed. Mount Kataloo (which to mee sounded like a Scotsman saying he's going to the toilet) was a much appreciated climb 271m high, with a fantastic view at the top, a view of the drizzly, barely visible kind.So after my 10km walk, I went to get on the water taxi, along with some strange people I won't go into. OK, that sounded wrong, I mean I won't go into why they were strange....but in essence both statements are valid. For reasons unbeknown to me, the boat did not use the nearby jetty, and instead lots of historical tourists were forced to remove their footwear and become submerged knee-deep in water before boarding the boat. Seemed a very primitive way of getting onto a boat, and the conversation on the way back revolved around getting dry, is there a dryer at the other end, this 'getting wet upon entry to a boat' business is quite an experience, wait 'til I tell the kids about this, bla bla bla. So I then walked back to the hostel in the soaking rain in shorts and t-shirt and was a little chilly, which I haven't been in quite a while!

For dinner I had air as a starter, cooked up some spaghetti, pasta sauce and bacon for mains and finished off with a nice lung full of fresh air for pudding.