Cairns

I broke all the rules of jet-lag recovery. I went out on the piss as soon as I got to Cairns and continued to do so until it caught up with me until I was ill. 48 hours in bed sweating like a racehorse was the only prescription. A little bemused with the backpackers scene here I didnt get a good vibe of Cairns as a town or the general Hostel patrons' attitude to life. Most people here had drunk their way up the East coast from Sydney so I sought a different Hostel with an older crowd and some places in town to meet the locals.