Friday, November 13, 2015
Into the Daintree Rainforest Today
Today we are headed into the world’s oldest surviving rainforest. And what I nicer way to start the day than this table at the resort. Of course the reason I picked it wasn’t for the setting, it was for the beautiful lady sitting there. Lucky Bob.
Flowers on a plant near our room. With the practical naming system the Aussies use, the plant is called lobster claw.
Across this crocodile infested river was our destination for the day, the Daintree Rainforest which is the most toxic rainforest in the world. It is toxic in the sense that many of the plants are extremely poisonous to animals and humans.
A pretty blue fruit laying on the forest floor. An extremely deadly fruit laying on the forest floor. The species of tree it fell from was growing some 170 million years ago.
Our rainforest guide gingerly holding the fruit. At the start of our walk through the rainforest we were told not to pickup anything on the forest floor or even touch any plants as they could be toxic. Wonder of wonders, not any of we sixteen touched anything during the walk. Hand in Pocket Bob.
Looking at what is called the lower canopy of the rainforest.
I don’t know what it is, but I also didn’t touch it. What ever they are, they seemed to leave Linda alone while they sure liked me.
No bugs on this woman, and luckily, no rain in the rainforest while we were there.
A well disguised insect on the trunk of a tree.
They really did like me.
Another extremely toxic plant. Even our guide didn’t go anywhere near this one.
A good reason not to climb up to the upper canopy is it’s where the big pythons live, the ones that are 20 feet or more long.
Our guide had a wealth of interesting stories about the rainforest. Here, I was momentarily distracted by a good looking photographer.
An individual one at a café. And in case you were wondering, the flush button is above the white tile.
Troy demonstrating how to throw a boomerang.
Linda doing a pretty good job of throwing the boomerang.
Bob demonstrating how not to throw the boomerang.
Now that’s the way to throw a boomerang.
Linda watching to make sure no croc snuck up on me while taking her photo and with camera firmly clutched in hand to beat one off should it attack. Shows just how little we knew about crocs.
A boatload of croc food.
We don’t have a decent photo of a croc simply because the watching instinct takes over and when you remember to take a photo the moment has passed. You can see a male croc facing into the bank. The bubbles in the water are where the boat hurriedly backed up when the guide realized we were only a foot or two away from him. We’ll miss not taking a photo, but the memories of that moment are worth far more than a view through a camera and the resulting photo. We were sitting in the front seat and any closer and we would likely have been called the Clean Colon Couple.
Gorgeous flowers and women everywhere you turn.
The crotons certainly were bigger than the ones Linda grows in Texas, proving not everything is bigger in Texas.
We shared a cup of ice cream. I have to say that a little bit at the bottom of the cup certainly tasted good. Ice Cream Queen Linda.
The end of another wonderful day.