
The chips deserve a mention.
We go to Blue Lagoon Bar at the Night Markets twice. The fish is good. The chips are the reason we keep talking about it.
Honestly, those chips.


A diary of our journey
| Mo | Tu | We | Th | Fr | Sa | Su |
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| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | |
| 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 |
| 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 |
| 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 |
| 28 | 29 | 30 |
Come along with us. This is the diary we kept in Cairns, written the way it happened: one day at a time, with the wrong turns left in.
We left Japan on an overnight flight and woke up in the southern hemisphere. Five days later we came home with a little echidna, and a list of reasons to come back.
And one battered and very full suitcase.
01 September 2026 / Departure
Tempura at the airport. An overnight flight. Somewhere over the equator, the seasons swap.
Our flight connects Kansai International Airport in Japan with Cairns in Queensland, Australia. The flat satellite image moves south as the route appears. The final frame shows both destinations.


Daytime high · from our notes
05:55. We step out of the airport and the first thing we notice is the smell: sweet, warm and green. Even down by the sea, nothing smells of fish. We are far too tired to rush anywhere, so we don’t.
We follow the waterfront to Muddy’s, order the breakfast for two, and slowly start to feel human again. Come with us; there is a lot of Cairns still to find.
Every place we ate, on the map
Wait. The Moon is upside down.
Look closely: the bright edge is on the wrong side. From the southern hemisphere the Moon appears rotated compared with home, so the lit side faces the other way. Our first small clue that Japan is very far away.

Loud, fast and incredibly colourful. Lorikeets have brush-tipped tongues for nectar and gather in noisy flocks in the city trees at dusk. We hear them before we see them.
Keep scrolling. We’re going in.
Our first five-star hotel. The building is beautiful and smells faintly of something green, but it is the woman at reception we will remember: a handwritten list of restaurants, local tips, and an Instagram follow for when she visits Japan.
Between excursions we keep coming back here to refill our water bottles and put our feet up. The room does not stay tidy for long.

Can we move in?




Then nothing at all for an hour.

Mountains from our window.
The tide had other plans.
Low tide has pulled the sea a long way out. Mudflats, little boats, mountains across the bay. We keep finding our way back to the seawall.


Australians often call the white ibis a “bin chicken” because these city birds are famous for scavenging around rubbish bins. Here on the Esplanade mudflats, though, it was feeding more naturally, probing the soft mud at low tide with its long, curved bill.

It thinks that if it stands perfectly still, we cannot see it. Curlews wander Cairns lawns and car parks by day and wail eerily at night; you will hear that call from the hotel.

A surprisingly big visitor at the marina. We almost walked straight past this Nankeen night-heron, quietly perched on the rail of a boat.

This is for two?!


Accidentally found a party.
It turns out Cairns is celebrating its 150th birthday and the whole city is out. There is a bubble party (fun), a masked DJ (kinda scary) and sweet-smelling smoke inside the bubbles (didn't smell great).
Music on every corner, frozen yoghurt on a warm evening, one more lap of the lagoon. Somewhere in all this my glasses disappeared for good. Ah well...
From the Skyrail gondola the rainforest looks prehistoric. Our audio guide refuses to download, so the Australian woman sharing our cabin plays hers loudly enough for all four of us. Somewhere down there are crocodiles. We don’t spot them; they almost certainly spot us.
Late afternoon, the railway home is cancelled because of a bridge problem. While we wait for the replacement coach we help translate for a group of Japanese ladies. They already know us: they saw us eat tempura at Kansai Airport. We keep bumping into them for the rest of the trip, and fly home on the same plane.
絶対またリベンジする。
“We’re definitely coming back for another try.”
Our trip notes / The cancelled railway
The Wet Tropics rainforest around Kuranda has been growing, more or less unbroken, for around 180 million years. That makes it tens of millions of years older than the Amazon. The Skyrail cableway glides 7.5 km over it, one of the longest gondola rides in the world.

The Army Duck is a Second World War amphibious truck that retired into tourism. It drives us into the rainforest, then simply rolls into the water and keeps going. Our guide is funny, knows every plant, and has one very serious warning (see below).
Wait, we’re floating?
See the red-and-white stake? It marks a Gympie-Gympie, the stinging tree. Its tiny hairs inject a toxin that can hurt for weeks. The guide’s one rule, delivered with a straight face: NEVER use it as toilet paper.


Not the real thing yet, but a good introduction. Cassowaries are the giants of this rainforest: up to 1.8 m tall, with a bony helmet and a dagger claw. They spread the seeds of more than a hundred rainforest trees. Keep scrolling; a real one is coming.

We thought it was a pelican. It is a darter, the “snakebird”: it swims with only its neck above the water, spears fish, then stands like this to dry, because its feathers are not waterproof.
Kanga & roo.
MovingHundreds of them, everywhere, landing on hats and shoulders. The big ones have bodies as thick as a finger, which is where the wonder tips into slight alarm. Then one hovers in front of us like a hummingbird and we forgive it everything.
てか蝶々ってホバリングできるん!?
“Wait, butterflies can hover?!”
Our trip notes / The butterflies







Bridge problem. Coach instead. New friends. Fair trade.Kuranda station, 15:30




The Moon is still out. The balloon is still a very large blanket on the grass.
Cold morning. Very hot burner.

Our pilot is South African, so I get to speak a little Afrikaans. After landing, juice and champagne appear. “Kanpai! Gesondheid!” Three countries in one toast.
Then everyone helps pack the balloon (450 kg of fabric, we are told). Back to Bailey for breakfast, a shower and a very necessary nap. Somehow, Paronella is still ahead of us today.
You don’t, really. A balloon only goes up and down. The pilot reads the wind at different heights and climbs or sinks into the layer that is blowing the right way. With the basket and all of us on board, the whole thing weighs close to three tonnes, held up by nothing but warm air.
Stay until the lights come on.
Stop the bus! Wallabies. Wild ones.On the way to Paronella
Scroll slowly. Watch the light go.
Follow the green.





Those dark bundles in the branches are spectacled flying-foxes, sleeping through the afternoon. At dusk they leave to feed and pollinate the rainforest. Wingspan: about a metre. Smell: memorable.

José Paronella arrived from Catalonia in 1913, cut sugar cane, bought this land by the falls and built a castle, a ballroom, tennis courts and a picture theatre with his own hands. It opened in 1935. His hydro-electric plant, from 1933, was the first in North Queensland; it still powers the park today.
Same place. Keep going.
Same place. Completely different mood.
The Smile Cairns guide (who turns out to run the company) is kind, relaxed, and very good at getting us into a photo after dark. He knows where to stand, when to wait, and how to catch the light.
After the park, he takes us to Camp Creek Road, near Innisfail Japoon Road, to look at the stars. We also remember a delicious curry pie along the way, though not the shop’s name. We reach Bailey around ten after a very long day that began with the three o’clock alarm.


Same sky. Other side of the world.
Green Island first, then the Outer Reef. We have been quietly worrying about waves for a week.
Moving
Australia’s everyday seagull, hitching a ride on the boat. Red bill and red legs mean this one is an adult. On Green Island there are far, far more of them, which is partly why we do not stay long.
The Great Barrier Reef runs for about 2,300 km along this coast and is made of roughly 2,900 separate reefs and 900 islands. It is the only living structure visible from space, and every bit of it was built by tiny coral animals.

We arrive with different feelings about swimming: excitement for one of us, nerves for the other. Once we are in, it goes far better than we feared. This is the part of the day we want to keep: both of us in the water, waving at the camera.
Green Island is not our favourite; the birds and the smell make it hard to relax. The Outer Reef feels like a different day altogether: open blue water, the semi-submersible, and a surprisingly good lunch on the pontoon.
The things we still talk about.

We go to Blue Lagoon Bar at the Night Markets twice. The fish is good. The chips are the reason we keep talking about it.
Honestly, those chips.

The woman at Bailey gave us a list of restaurants. We only make it to one: Villa Romana, on our last night. Seafood pasta, creamy gnocchi, rosé, and the echidna beside a drink.

The local lager is a bit watery; the alcoholic ginger beers win us over. Back at Bailey, four cans become our own little tasting. Some evenings end with Atashin’chi playing in our untidy room.

A supermarket experiment that we liked far more than expected. Salty, cheesy, oddly perfect for breakfast.

Bowls with toppings under the festival lights at YO-PHORIA.

Creamy gnocchi with spinach and tomato at Villa Romana.

The surprisingly good buffet on the Outer Reef pontoon.
Cairns is home base. Every adventure brings us back to Bailey, and usually straight back out for something to eat.
Our chapters in date order. Separate day trips, with Cairns between them.
We found this little echidna in Kuranda and loved it immediately. By the end of the trip it is in half the photographs.
The big days. The little detours.
A few favourite coordinates.
Explore our stops, from breakfast to the rainforest.
Street map loads only when opened · OpenStreetMapPins show approximate places, not exact photo positions.
Our home for four nights. The restaurant list, the refill station, and the people.
163 Abbott Street
Brekkie for Two. We were defeated by breakfast.
174 Esplanade
Fish, chips and beer. We came back for round two.
Night Markets, Abbott Street
Frozen yoghurt on a warm, bright Cairns evening.
Aplin Street & Abbott Street
The Bailey recommendation we finally made it to. Our last dinner, with the echidna.
Esplanade & Aplin Street
Local fruit, bananas, a meat pie and a very good sausage roll.
57–89 Grafton Street
A first-day rest stop, with groceries from Coles and Woolworths.
McLeod Street
A proper chat about tea. The only regret: we should have bought more.
Cairns Central
The first walk, the lights, the music, and the bubble party we had not planned for.
Lagoon area · festival activities spread along the waterfront
Out to Green Island and the reef. Back with the echidna at the rail.
Cairns Marlin Marina
Our booked morning pickup for the Kuranda excursion.
Lake Street
An early arrival, then one last breakfast before the flight home.
Airport terminal area
The echidna came from the village. The train was waiting at the station, but the ride was cancelled.
Station-area; souvenir shop not identified
Rainforest from above, and a fellow passenger who shared her audio guide.
Barron Falls area · cableway experience spans several locations
Army Duck, rainforest plants, crocodiles, kangaroos and koalas.
1030 Kennedy Highway
Beautiful. Also, unmistakably, very large insects.
8 Rob Veivers Drive
The 03:00 alarm, sunrise above the mist, and “Kanpai! Gesondheid!”
Mareeba Airport area only; launch and landing fields not confirmed
Waterfall, mossy stone, night lights, and the guide who made the evening special.
Paronella Park; later, stargazing on Camp Creek Road
Clear water, the pier, and rather more birds than we wanted.
Island
Our Outer Reef stop: swimming together, the semi-submersible, and lunch on the pontoon.
Norman Reef · the pontoon from our map link
Souvenir shopping on Abbott Street.
61 Abbott Street
Groceries between excursions. Cairns Central had both Coles and Woolworths.
Cairns Central
A supermarket stop in the shopping centre.
Cairns Central
The nearby supermarket for our Bailey evenings and the Vegemite cheese roll experiment.
89–103 Abbott Street · near Bailey
Our first southern stars, after Paronella Park.
Near Innisfail Japoon Road · approximate area, not the exact stopping point
Ask the Bailey team where to eat, carry a refillable bottle, and leave an evening free to wander. We would also leave more time to enjoy the hotel itself. The balloon morning was worth the early alarm; a nap before Paronella made the long day easier.

The railway we never rode. Bailey’s pool we never used. The restaurants still on that handwritten list. And the extra T2 tea we wish we had bought.
Five days go far too quickly. Next time we are leaving a little more room in the itinerary, and in the suitcase. Thank you for coming along.
絶対また来る!ここ泊まる!
“We’re definitely coming back! Staying here again!”
Our trip notes / Crystalbrook Bailey