Who would know the dawn chorus could go on so long? Every tweet, whoop, squeal, hoot and unearthly noise that Australian birds can muster went on for over an hour. This means you get up exhausted! In our stupefied state we get breakfast and get out.
Kuranda is not as easy to find from Port Douglas approach as from Cairns, and we missed the turnoff. First therefore we visited the hydro-electric dam in Barron Gorge, interesting perhaps but not what we were looking for. Backtrack please.
Kuranda has gone overboard with signs to entice you to stay, to buy, to sample: a 1950s extravaganza of billboarding. We ignore it all and take a walk through the local jungle. Quite tame in comparison to Cape Tribulation, it is nevertheless, a lovely walk around the village, by the river and the railway. It takes us about an hour at a very leisurely pace.
The rainforest is subtly different in its various locations. It seems equally at home both on hilltops and at sea level. The contrast between the ‘hard sell’ of the village and this natural peace is very evident. There is a wonder in the detail of the plants.
Kuranda was the home for the Djabugay aboriginal people who lived here for 10,000 years. In 1880s the place was opened up by Westerners for gold prospecting and for timber. This is a similar story to many places in Australia and something the country is still coming to terms with. There are many aboriginal galleries there and you might like it learn more from their website,
We drove on to the Barron Falls which has a wonderful viewpoint and is linked to Kuranda via the railway.
Once home, we took a dip in the pool and went it watch the sunset over the port. Whilst it only took a few minutes to set. It was truly beautiful