Palm Cove, Far North Queensland
I'm back on deck after my son's wedding last weekend. It was an outstanding event, with no bust-ups or brawls or cops or nothin’, eh?
Although there is footage of some gut-busting Jacko moves on the dance floor. And I missed another shot of some ‘delicate’ planking occurring on a knee-high bollard outside the venue. Don’t ask.
After the success of the momentous occasion I decided to celebrate on my return with a random taxi shift. This quick-smart jolted me back to reality.
At one point last night, whilst absently waiting on a red light, I reflected how Palmer Street, Darlinghurst is a long, long way from Palm Cove, Queensland. It's about 2,000 kilometres, in fact.
Also my speech worked out quite well, despite a dread of public speaking. For our only child it was a one-shot event so I put in some serious preparation. When the day arrived I was actually looking forward to it, without any need for hard liquor! But thanks, anyway, for readers advice on this perilous approach.
For most wedding guests it was a three or four day event with many taking the opportunity of an extended holiday. And why not? At 28 degrees and visitor numbers down, what’s not to like about Far North Queensland in the dry season.
However I also spent time with some friends in Mission Beach and was shocked at the devastation still clearly evident after Yasi, especially throughout once lush, dense rainforests. The cyclone showed no mercy, and many of those decimated now face a new battle - insurance assessors. God give them strength.