Port Douglas

And finally...

We ended up in Port Douglas before dumping the car at Cairns airport and flying home.

Port Douglass is a lovely little town with a strange mixture of the mad and the stinking rich.

Very clean it is, too.
Lots of flowers and trees.
Water, too.

And that was the end of our holiday. Just like the beginning, it started with some smoking tomfoolery...

A lovely pub had tables outside in a designated smoking are. All good so far. However, each table could, by the general stupidity of the local authority, have only 4 chairs around it. How this helps, detracts from, or in any way impacts the local interpretation of the state smoking laws (oh, you thought that state smoking laws applied evenly throughout state) is anybody's guess. However, them's the rules and the bouncer, instead of bouncing, spent most of the evening being 'The Chair Police'.

Queensland, at least the bits we went to, is truly lovely. However, if you smoke, they make your life a misery, not only by banning it from damn silly places - i.e. within 4 metres (science, people) of a doorway, in an area where food was once served but is no longer, at a table with at most 4 chairs around it, other strange and random places. Better you gave the whole thing up and go somewhere stress-free.

I'm sure there are those in Queensland who would happily give up a lot of tourist revenue for the opportunity to stick it to the smokers. Smokers should probably accommodate them.