Cairns-The locals

After a rewarding walk around the botanical gardens in Cairns (I recommend it as a way to spend 2 hours or so) I got a taxi back to my hostel. I asked the driver where the real locals hang out, where I would go and drink if I lived in Cairns. He told me two places, one called The Crown, the other I've forgotten. The Crown I was to discover was a day pub, this means it shuts at 9p.m. I ordered a beer and sat at on a plastic patio chair at a metal table as the resident 'Sheila' slung a plate of chicken and chips in front of me. It was delicious. Entertainment as I ate took the form of a fist-fight between a bloke with a broken leg (he was holding the other bloke back with one of his crutches) and an older aborigional guy. Once I'd finished I perched myself at the bar to chat to the 'Sheila'. This was the 1st real Aussie girl I had met, good-looking but you know if she wanted she could pin you down and you would'nt be able to move an inch. While sat here I got chatting to a local bloke called Jay.