Molly Ringwald, Rainforests and A Tribute to the Load of Laundry I have Going Right Now

MS and I arrived in Cape Tribulation today. The whole way up cursing the travel agent who told us to spend 2 nights in Port Douglas and 1 night here. Cape Trib, for those of us not lucky enough to have done a lot of tropical rainforest traveling, is magical. Despite the influx of tourists this area gets the Cape is extremely well maintained and hostels, hotels and the miscellaneous other establishments; such as an ice cream tastery (is that a word anyway?) are well hidden from the road so that while driving along you really feel like you are one of the first people to discover this wonderland of baskets ferns, cassowary’s and early afternoon rain showers. It helps that there aren’t too many cars on the road today. Our “Jungle Surfing” dreadlock rocking guide tells us it has been a slow week here.

ANYWAY I feel like I have been a little sleep inducing lately. Like where did my edge go. Things have been going too well maybe? I have been liking everywhere I have been and hence am having a hard time making fun of myself which let’s be honest makes reading this less fun for you. I could tell you about the sunburn I got on my back – no I haven’t learned yet – or how I seem to think that straightening my hair in 80% humidity will work and yet never does. I could tell you how it has become regular practice to smell my clothes to determine how clean they are – see when you are traveling there are different levels - clean, wearable but smelly, smelly but wearable, dirty (which does not disclude it from the wearable pile) Only the really rank shit gets put in the laundry bag. I could tell you how I have come to wear the same thing pretty much every-night or how I have ditched clothes at 3 different locations to make more room available for the unnecessary purchases I have been made, including but not limited to a hat and another pair of flip flops (I nominate the clothes ditching for the Hot Mess Hall of Shame) this practice was first used by CS in 2007 during our romp around Europe, while effective it does make one wish they had just known not to pack their butterfly dress because neither the dress part or the butterfly part really appeals to yours truly, the angel of darkness. My jungle surfing helmet read “Tinkerbell” yesterday which is laughable isn’t it.

I could tell you all about all that but instead I choose to simply apologize for being so obvious. Because really who doesn’t think the rainforest is magical especially done via car rental with one of your best friends who has even less experience driving on the left side of the road than you do. I mean really people it’s like extreme driving – except the rental car has about as much get up and go as a snail and in a battle between Kangaroo and it the Kangaroo would surely prevail. Also the ride goes something like this

MK to MS – “Intentional” commence windshield wipers.

MK to MS – Commence windshield wipers instead of blinker, “Shit, Damn it, not intentional”

So you see it took both of us looking both ways at all times to get up and back to Cape Trib, because we never knew quite which direction cars were going to come from.

I will be going silent whilst (very Australian word to use especially in menus) heading down the East Coast for the next three weeks. There may be a click or two for fun if I feel like it but generally probably nothing. I’ll be busy diving, kayaking, sailing and fourwheel driving. If I live to see the end of it all I will end up in Brisbane to see my cousin Tina, who doesn’t know she is the namesake of my first two cats – have I already told you about that? – because when I was 7 she was 16, she had a perm and was about the coolest person I had ever met. Don’t worry we can bond over our mutual appreciation of the straightening iron these days.

See you in a few. It just occurred to me you were probably waiting to hear my argument in favor of puppies, but that will have to wait. It’s 10pm and “Eat, Pray, Love” is calling. How come no one told me it is was an effing SELF HELP book?

PS I wasn’t going to tell you this but MS doesn’t want to hear about it again. I ran into my gorgeous dive instructor yesterday and luckily had just booked another two dives so I looked extremely adventurous and cool if I do say so myself. And yet he forgot to ask me to marry him? I don’t know maybe he didn’t hear my proclamation of love. It would have been hard to focus on my words in between my stuttering and fully blushed cheeks. What can I say did you expect any less from your Hot Mess?

Cheers. See you in December!