We camped not too far from the ferry so we could be in the queue near the front. Good decision. We crossed in the first load and at the other side there were already 15 cars waiting to go south at 8.30am. Like I said in the last post, move over Donald Trump. They only get three or four cars on the ferry at once, so it can be a long wait. And they stop for an hour at lunch, so never arrive near that.

We decided to stay at Seisia (pronounced Saysha) which is right on the coast about 30km from Cape York. You know, the Real Thing. This is where you catch the ferry to Thursday Island and they say it’s a good spot for feeding the fish fishing from the jetty. We did a towny. Didn’t take long. Then headed off to see a plane wreck. Now that doesn’t sound like your biggest tourist attraction, but this in Far North Queensland at the pointy end of the peninsular, so let’s not be getting too fussed.

ooops.

This is a DC3 if you’re into planes. I’m not. But I’m definitely sad they crashed in the jungle here. No one survived. We also stopped at a Beaufort Bomber, but I didn’t bother with a photo. Surfice to say, they were ready for anything up here during WWII. Horn Island, just off the coast was bombed eight times, and we came across numerous stacks of drums of fuel buried in the jungle here near the airfield.