We are sure there are no crocs. How?

Today, we were in the Daintree Rainforest. Based on the advice of the hostel manager, we hired a car and did our own thing (as opposed to one of the numerous tours on offer). That worked out well.
We started with a drive to the furthest point north, Cape tribulation. It is a very beautiful place, but there is no chance we can swim at the optically perfect, but Croc and stinger infested beach.
A sighting of a Croc, by some Spaniard, turned out to be like a Loch Ness Monster because the said animal was petrified when the tide went out.
Before lunch we go for a walk in the forest. Here , as in the 2 walks in the afternoon, the pictures hardly do the setting justice. Check out the videos for the bird calls and the deafening sound of millions of insects. Not at the same spot, I must add.
Next, stop lunch next to a swimming hole, and then swim itself. It's not just us that ask, are you sure there are no Crocs? No clear answer, but at this popular but quiet spot, nobody is recorded as being eaten, but who knows, this is maybe where Lord Lucan and Jim Thomson ended up.
It's a really nice swim, even if Flo and I can't agree whether the water is 24C or 25C. Even Lola loosened up and joined in.
After lunch, two more walks, at different locations, in the tropical rain forest . The last one is truly outstanding, if a bit short.
I struggle with a mobile phone to do this all justice. It was a lovely day in a unique environment. Czytaj więcej