2010
Folks, for now, as you may have noticed, I’m not doing a lot over here at frangipani 2.0 now that I’m living in such a slow and quiet part of the world. I did have high hopes but you know, facebook makes it so easy to stay in touch with people and so I find myself there more than here.
I’m not going to discontinue this blog by any means, and certainly if things get more exciting in my life then I will have reason to post pics and stories, but for now I’d suggest – if you wanna stay in touch – that you visit me at www.martinecotton.com (my official photography site) or at the Martine Cotton Photography Facebook Page. Things are a lot more active over there.
Oh, and people who arrived here looking for my old manholes of Japan galleries, I’m sorry but I deleted the gallery some time back. Seems I get truckloads of referrals from other sites linking to the old manholes gallery. I’m sorry to disappoint you but you were sucking up way too much of my bandwidth.
Hope you’re all well, my friends!
The end of 2009…
2010 is almost upon us. So it’s time to look back at the year that was and reflect. Or so I’m told.
I like that life is gently guided through cycles and stages by seasons, lunar cycles, calendar months, changing years….. I’ve always loved December in Australia. Didn’t mind it in Japan either, but it was never the same being COLD! December in Australia is full of that vibe – the shimmering potential of the summer holiday season and the coming new year. Heat, watermelon, mango’s, school summer holidays, parties, BBQ’s, going down the creek, secret santa gifts, surfing santa….. it’s a lot of fun.
Anyways, it’s been 10 months since my return to the Lucky Country, and yes, it’s been quite a trip (in every possible sense of the word). I am currently the healthiest and resultingly the happiest I’ve been in years, and (in an interesting juxtaposition), also the heaviest I have ever been. Ha.
So what’s been going on since my last editorial visit to Frangipani 2.0?
Well, Sigsy & Keisuke came for a visit from Tokyo and we got all arty in the park under a full moon….
and we visited a croc farm… AMAZING place.
We wandered around the lovely gorge on a DREAMTIME tour with a member of the KukuYalanji as he explained the rainforest to us.
We ground up ochre and painted ourselves…..
We visited beaches in other places and dined at great restaurants and soaked up the full moon some more.
When they left, I got back to work. I love being a photographer, so many unexpected experiences present themselves. One day I found out at 9 am that I would be going up in a microlight at 11 am to photograph another microlight. It was really quite special – once the initial fear wore off, and here I show you some of the unadjusted out-takes.
Interesting challenge, trying to photograph from one of these hang-gliding motorbikes… I couldn’t wear a helmet because the space was so constrictive I wouldn’t have been able to get to my viewfinder.
I have been getting some great photo work. Various magazines and whatnot. Below is a shot I took for a green mag in Sydney. There are some incredible properties around this region that specialise in rare and endangered tropical edible plants. This was a selection that a property owner gathered from around his rainforest that morning. Permaculture and plant/animal biodiversity-themed farming are in widespread practice here.
Been meeting some great people. I don’t get out much so it’s been slow-going in the meeting people stakes. This lovely fella is a multi-talented artist who recently opened his own cafe-gallery in the main street. I took this picture for the newspaper and he liked it so much that he is making me of of his funky signature bangles. Yay. I visit the cafe most days for some coffee and company. Tres chic, tres cool, tres oasis of inspiration and counter-pubculture-redneckism. Much needed in this part of the world.
Oh. And I turned 42. Loved the return to a SUMMERTIME birthday. We kept it simple. A late afternoon picnic in the park with family and a few friends, a dusk BBQ, barefoot cricket, kids, cake & candles and beer. Check out the view. Spesh. Truly.
Here are some of the new peeps in my life. The lovely Upasana and Kimmy. Me in the middle looking excited that anyone showed up at all.
Night fell. Candles were lit.
Kids were excited.
It was a lovely, lovely day.
I plan to spend Christmas with my bro’s family, then get up at 6 am the next morning for a big roadtrip south to attend the Woodford Folk Festival. After that I’ll float around Brisbane a bit, the fly to Adelaide for Tracey and Ash’s wedding (I’ll be photographing), then FINALLY visit the Melbourne crew for a few days before flying back to Brisbane, jumping back in the car and driving north again. Hopefully when I return I will have formulated an exit strategy.
Folks, I hope that all is well with you and yours, and I wish you an awesome Christmas and a fantastic New Year. 2010, bring it on.
Oh, and go and see AVATAR 3D. Tomorrow. Seriously.
My (not so) new home…
This is the little town I moved to. It’s a pretty place. I’m not going to say its name because half the town run google vanity notifications for whenever there is a mention of the place and I don’t want my personal blog to pop up on office monitors all over town.
It’s a funny little boutique resort town and there is this hilarious idea that it’s a millionaires playground, and that everyone around here is loaded. That, unfortunately, couldn’t be any further from the truth. Unless you’re in hospitality or boats, it’s no easy task to find a decent job. The average pay – regardless of your education or experience – is between 35 – 50 000. Even for managers. Locals say that it’s the price you pay for living in paradise.
It’s a pretty typical small town in most ways. There is a strong, lively and political community here. The barflies hold court at either one of the two local pubs and talk about everything and everyone and get all fired up about stuff. It seems barflies rule the roost here. There is an insane amount of gossip. And no such thing as six degrees of separation, naturally. Here it’s one or two. I think that’s why I love True Blood so much – it’s set in a tiny town where everyone knows everyone else’s business and everyone is a little nutty. Same as here. And while it can get mighty bitchy at times, there is also a lovely sense of family and protectiveness when things go really bad for someone. Touchingly so.
As an antidote to Tokyo, I couldn’t have picked a more perfect place. I live a quiet, peaceful, hermetic existence – I walk on the beach most mornings and evenings, hang out with my nephews and niece when they are free – visit the odd friend every so often. It’s a great place to sort my health and my head out. Money has been an ongoing problem, the work comes and goes like the tides. Being a freelance photographer /event organiser / online marketer is fraught with uncertainty. But it’s the price you pay for freedom .
As my health & energy levels return, so do my motivation and inspiration. I reckon the ongoing rapid rise of these two integral elements will do wonders to improve my work opportunities. It’s all good. Well, it’s all GOING TO be good.
People have been requesting pictures of the apartment. So here they are. Enjoy.
frangipani 2.0
Howdy and welcome to frangipani 2.0! It looks kinda familiar doesn’t it. I didn’t want to lose the colour scheme.
The site is – at this point – still full of bugs, which is to be expected with the import of such a massive database from one system to another…. I’m working on it, but in the meantime, let me know if you find anything askew.
Hiatus OVER
Looks like the green light in my personal recharge monitor is finally showing again. Awesome.
8 months since I left Tokyo. I think I can say they have been the weirdest 8 months of my life.
Culture shock. Lifestyle shock. Health shock. Woah.
And to be frank, I haven’t been handling it real well. Things have been quite bleak though I was determined to keep up a brave, positive face to family and the alter-universe at facebook. Naturally, I haven’t wanted to blog at all. But that’s all changing. I guess all this healthy living is finally paying off and I can feel the fire in my belly coming back.
Part of the reboot includes the import of 6 years worth of blog posts from frangipani.info (and the now completely unfamiliar and unusable Movable Type software) into the nice and friendly new home at martinecotton.com and a very cool wordpress format using the fabulous themes at Graph Paper Press. I plan to start blogging a couple of times a week again, get the personal creative juices flowing again.
I haven’t been doing much photography for myself since I started doing newspaper and real estate photography – but I think that’ll start charging.
Despite having my gorgeous family here (as you can see in this entry’s photo’s), I haven’t met too many like-minded folk here and as I no longer drink (!!!) it’s been doubly hard to get out amongst it. Just call me Hermit. Anyway, plans are afoot for a move to Melbourne early next year – or sooner if I can save the cash.
In the meantime, I shall continue to LOVE the beach and the jungles and the simple, peaceful and oh-so-healthy life I am leading.
Evie
It’s nice to be blogging again.
Oh, and the comments should be working on this blog so feel free to say hi.
The new life.
282/365. April 11. Time for a more regular old-skool post.
I took this photo this morning at the Combined Club where I was having a work meeting while the clouds rolled in and the boats passed by. My little Lumix is a lovely camera, though I get frustrated at not having more control. But dem’s the breaks when you choose to carry a nice light point and shoot around instead of the big SLR kit. Anyways….
Almost 2 months since I left Tokyo. Feels like a lifetime ago already. People have been asking me just what I’ve been up to, how I’m really enjoying it. I’m happy to report that I *am* happy here.
I’ve been getting up early and going for longs walks/runs – first around the mountains near my bro’s place, then the beach and headland once I moved closer to town. The weather has been incredible – magical, the kind of blue skies so blue that resort photographers don’t need to retouch their pictures, and often not more than about 30 by day and cool enough for light summer blankets at night. All this nature, big wide skies….. It makes a jaded Tokyo girls heart sing, I tell ya. It’s been good getting on top of my health – turns out I have a pretty hefty Iron & B12 deficiency and it’s nice to work on all that in an English speaking environment so I can read the support material and ask the questions and understand the answers. So many things I am enjoying about NOT BEING in Japan anymore. And yet….
I see so many Asians around here (massive Asian population here, well, actually not here – but in Cairns an hour south), and I stare and stand close to listen to them in the hope they might be Japanese. Sometimes they are, and I stalk them with a wistful, nostalgic sensibility. Amusing how much I can understand, yet when I try to open my mouth to speak with them I usually have about 3 false starts. The Japanese food on offer here – even when made by Japanese staff – is different. The onegiri’s are not as fresh or tasty and the soba and udon is very average. The tempura is made using a strange batter, heavy and tasteless. I don’t understand why. It is so sad, I truly miss the flavours.
My work is pretty crazy. I am an event coordinator for the towns annual 10 day Carnivale, it’s full of politics and local characters and history and is way more work that the 20 hours a week I signed on for. I haven’t had a lot of time for photography – but I am getting some great work, nevertheless. I am a weekend photographer for the local newspaper – The Mossman & Port Douglas Gazette which is the weekly local newspaper, part of the News Ltd conglomerate. The editor there welcomed me with open arms and loves my photography and is throwing my name to anyone who needs photos, which is why I just did a food & portrait shoot for Vogue Entertaining & Travel Australia. Cool, huh. I am also getting real estate and the odd portrait job around the joint, did a young mum and her 3 week old baby yesterday – the pic’s are for the kids’ obasan who lives in Sendai. Yep, Daddy is half-nihonjin. I am working towards building the business so that once the Carnivale is over on May 31st, I can just jump straight into being a full time photographer (yeah, I know, I may be dreaming there). There is a lot of work here for photographers: hundreds of resorts and real estate agencies, and a massive wedding & events industry, there are not enough photographers to keep up with it all in the high season (which starts in May and runs till about November). Plus I’m helping my brother out with his real estate business, and once carnivale is over I’ll be his Media/PR person to help get the properties for sale out there for buyers.
The locals up here in the north are a funny bunch, they do take some getting used to and I do feel like a fish out of water at times. Or maybe like a rabbit trapped in headlights…. Big & loud & straight-shooting & blunt & super friendly, it took me aback initially, after living in Tokyo where eye-contact is to be avoided at all costs. I haven’t made a lot of friends here yet, but they are starting to come out of the woodwork. Getting used to epithets like darlin’, bub, sweetie, sugar, honeybunch etc from complete strangers – it initially made me chuckle, now it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I think I like it. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to like it here.
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Shannonvale Sunset
Post cyclonic sunsets are often spectacular. This is what we saw yesterday evening, after Cyclone Hamish kicked his clouds across the skies of Port Douglas. (The new Lumix has a lovely video feature that I haven’t made enough use of yet.)
I hope that Cyclone Hamish, now at category 5 (as strong as Hurricane Katrina) and being classed a 30 year storm, does not make land. That would be just devastating. Lordy, Australia is really having a tough year. Fires, floods, earthquakes, shark attacks, croc attacks, cyclones.
Id, 1965 – 2009.
I took this blurry pic (ripped off Jackie’s facebook album) in the backyard of my first ever share-house, back in 1985. Walker Avenue, Teneriffe, Brisbane. I lived there with my best friends Jackie and Dwayne (they were a couple at that time – that’s Dwayne on the left) and various others who passed through…..
The cool cat in the black beret with the bongo’s and the fag hanging out out the corner of his mouth died last week.
His name was Id, and he and I and all our friends went to Griffith Uni together, back in the day when it was a hotbed of all things alternative and political. That place and those times set us all on the very distinctive paths were are all on now. We were all crazy about music, and spent all our free time going to see gigs, or – if you were musically inclined, playing in bands. Id was one of the founding members of the late, great Dementia 13 (myspace page) – go take a listen to hacksaw, admire Alex’s almighty scream. Id was also in a zillion other musical projects, both here and in London when he, Jackie, Russell, Alex and Stewart lived there for a few years.
Id came out to us all a few years after this, and became the editor of Queenslands only gay and lesbian magazine, PRIDE back in 2001. He always astonishingly good with words. And he also has a great talent for photography. His Flickr page is full of great photography – some of them covers for the mag.
I haven’t seen him that much over the past 10 – 15 years, but he came along to my 40th birthday party in Australia last year, and set up a little studio in my uncle’s living room to take real portraits of people. Here is that facebook gallery (not sure if you’ll be able to see these if you aren’t his “friend”).
Last week he collapsed and died at home, it was either a heart attack or a stroke, he was only 43. He was such a lovely man, a hugely creative force and a good friend. His funeral is this Wednesday, at the Mt Gravatt Crematorium. The same day that Neil Young plays Brisbane. Some of his friends are, of course, giving up their Neil Young tickets as they’d rather be at the wake. It is going to be an enormous event, no doubt oozing with debauchery as Id would have wanted it. I’ll be there in spirit.
Id, I’ll miss you dear boy.
Technorati Tags: friends, Life & death
Toothfaeries
Toothfaeries. Not just a fairy story!
I’m slowly catching up on the backlog of party pics from my time in Oz – there are truckloads of them, it’s quite daunting! These pics are just a few from the Toothfaeries reunion gig at The Zoo on Jan 5th – a few days before I flew back to Tokyo. It was an exceptional night full of the joy of life and old friends. You can see more – I hope – here.
The main star of these pic’s is a dear old friend, Grant. I was so happy to see him again, he’s got a kid now and is living in Melbourne working with street-kids and junkies as a counselor. I’m very proud of him.
The rest of the crew were all in fine form, and as much as things may change – some things will always stay the same. Hanging out in the band room that night made me feel like I had stepped back into 1998… except that we all look way more haggard these days. For those of you who didn’t know me back them, I should tell you that this band was my first foray into band management. I lived and breathed my job back then, and so these guys became like a family to me, as did The Zoo crew. So you understand how special this night was for all involved…
In other news, I have a four day weekend approaching. Gonna sleep like the dead. What is it about Tokyo that drives us to such spectacularly ambitious forms of self-abuse and overwork?
Oh, and did I mention that my gig as the photographer for the Australia Day Ball went off without a hitch? So proud of myself. More on that one soon…
The Roadtrip
Hello friends, are you still with me? I know it’s been a while but it only seems like a few days! So. I’m in Tokyo, nestling back into my cosy little house with a new vegie cookbook, a million chores to catch up on, fresh Kaldi coffee in the fridge and my full iTunes library. I got back on Tuesday, during a remarkably mild period – it was 12.5 degrees that day, but the coming forecasts scare me and I think I feel a healthy hibernation coming on. I’m back at work, eating well, avoiding alcohol and considering a detox.
2007 was a fantastic year for me, I have to say, although it did have the odd sour point too. Spending the past 6 or so weeks with my family and getting to catch up with so many old friends and family members during the Australian holiday was such a momentous occasion. The trip was important on so many levels, and I will be sharing many of the highlights with you over the coming weeks as I trawl through the photos and dig through my beer-soaked memory files.
In the mean time, please feel free to check out this ROADTRIP slideshow I made testing the slideshow generator at animoto. It’s made up of photos taken during the roadtrip I took from Mossman, in far north Queensland, to Maroochydore in the states south-east – a distance of around 1800 km. I had this idea about making a roadtrip slideshow after watching the awesome video Michael Gondry made of a cross-USA road trip. Of course, his video is way more awesome and well-planned than this little kindergarten piece… but I have to say I’m pretty happy with animoto – it’s a rather nifty little service though the photos seem to have degraded a little and maybe even been made a little fuzzy (?).
They told me I needed a long, legal song so I chose one of my favourite old songs – The Day Everything… – from the fabulous Rival Flight (a great band I used to manage) since I doubt they’ll sue me for copyright infringement. It’s a little dramatic but I like the effect and I think it makes for a nice little first slideshow video attempt.
Just remember, it’s 8:49 minutes of your life that you’ll never get back 
Oh, and I put a handful of new holiday pics up at Flickr. More to come.
Summer colours in North Queensland
The weather since I landed in Cairns has been nothing but perfect. There is a water-hole just down the road from Dave and Elissa’s place, we spent the afternoon there on my first day (and a few days since then, actually) and I took a bunch of pics making use of the lovely afternoon light. We also spent a beautiful day at the reef on a friends boat, Calypso. They don’t call it the *Great* Barrier Reef for nothing, ya know. So many fish, so much brightly coloured coral. We had a ball.
I’ve been reminded that Far North Queensland is a seriously beautiful part of the world – not drought affected in any way, it’s lush and green, with animals and birds everywhere. On the road from the airport to Mossman we passed by a field full of grazing wallabies. There are birds everywhere – eagles, parrots, ground birds, kookaburras and kingfishers… Other animals like snakes, geckos & lizards, frogs. And wow! The stars. A whole sky of them – one of the things I was most looking forward to. There is such great quality of life here. Everyone is laid back, chatty and has a sense of humour. So refreshing. I love being back here.
The days have passed by in a blur. Tonight we’re off to a private mini-rodeo party and the kids get to ride poddy calves and there’ll be cowboys everywhere. When asked if I could come along with my family, the party host replied, hell yeah, we might even find ‘er a cowboy to ride home! Ha ha. And yes, of course I’m taking my camera.
On Sunday Elissa (my sister-in-law and a veritable amazon warrior-mum), the 3 kids and I are starting off a road trip down to Brisbane. Can’t wait to be on the open road again. So many more stories to tell, so little time to sit at a computer are write them all down. I’m enjoying being away from my computer desk too much. I’ll post again from Brisbane. „Åæ„Åü„Å?„ÄÇ
M xo
I miss the good, old-fashioned summer storms of Australia!
Last nights weather in Tokyo was quite typhoon-like, with with up to 50 knot winds and rain. By 9 p.m. it was all over, and by 10 we could see the moon. Seems there was a lot of wild weather around the region last night! These spectacular pic’s were emailed to me by my cousin Georgia who was cycling home in this phenomenal electrical storm in Sydney. Aren’t they amazing! I really miss big wild electrical storms, summer doesn’t seem complete without at least a few massive storms. Haven’t seen a really big one (like this one in the photos) for a couple of years now although there was a pretty good show late one night here in Tokes at the end of summer last year.
Being thrown out of my gym has started me drinking again. Another hangover today and serious thoughts about leaving Japan again (where we are ever the outsiders), despite the good things going on in my life here. One good thing: the gym has had a change of heart and are going to refund my money. Their ‚Äúexcuse‚Äù: they didn’t show me the English page stating that tattoo’s are explicitly not allowed (I think it was just that the voices of reason from within the office there finally got heard). I could wax long and lyrical about my experience with this horrible situation but I am just so frikken angry and astonished at the way it was handled that it would just end up in a big negative rant. So I shall spare you. And here endeth the story.
The kids are alright
My brother finally updated his Flickr account with a bunch of pics from recent kiddy Bday festivities. Those gorgeous kids all have their Mum’s big blue-gray eyes. Evie is such a hilarious character! Fraser is a beautiful, big, sporty softy, and Darcy is just such a big loving, lovable goose. Now I’m feeling all homesick. By the way, those of you who still have no idea what a frangipani is, that’s one sitting prettily above Frasers ear in the middle photo above….
Today: only 2 classes, a visit to immigration, a swim at the pool. The forecast shows the big happy smiling sun-face and 14 degrees. Yeah, nice. Have a good day whatever you’re doing!
[posted with ecto]
Technorati Tags: Australia, family, homesickness
A different life part 2
In keeping with the Australian bush theme, here are some pics my brother sent me of their recent holiday on a cattle farm near Cooktown, in Far North Queensland – complete with authentic Aboriginal cave art. Enjoy.
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A different life
On my fathers side of the family there is a long history of ‚Äúbush‚Äù Australia. My great grandfather was the owner of one of Australia’s largest cattle properties, Brunett Downs, which has long since been broken up into much smaller properties. My Dad spent most of his young life – from age 15 to the time he met Mum, working out west around Longreach and Cloncurry and so on, working with cattle or on huge cattle stations. The bottom picture here is him, aged around 20. He was the real deal. A working cowboy, able to roll his own ciggies with one hand while the other held the reins.
My cousin Andrew fancies himself a bit of a bushie (due to the family history, no doubt), despite the fact that he lives in a little cottage in Ascot (ok, ok so his folks own a small farm, too)…. he likes to head out to the bush where some of his mates are real bushies, and today he sent the family these pictures from his latest trip. They are such great photos that I thought I’d share them with you all. Australia. An amazing, drought-stricken country. Such a different life.
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About last night….
Shimokitazawa. World cup. Australia vs Japan. Approximately 6 (fairly vocal) Australians. A small handful of Europeans and Nth Americans – all cheering Japan and some actually booing Australia in an early stage of the game [that was pretty weird]. At least 50 Japanese, many wearing Samurai Blue jerseys and with flags painted on their cheeks. Lots of beer. Lots of smoke. No air. Lots of boisterous bantering and fever-pitched anticipation.
And then it happens…..
Japan scores and things go very punk rock for a while with crowd surfing and beer flying through the air and pained Australians groaning….
Tim, in typical punk rock pimp style, decides to head to the bar just as Australia scores their first goal of the evening…. captured here in a lone stance of joy….
Look, we found a Gimmie. That was him leading the shithead chant when that Australian fella pushed the Japanese fella over whilst in mid-air. Not surprised really.
Today was hard and not just because of the endless (urasai!) talk of the game (yabbai yo! [it was terrible] mukatsuku yo! [I'm really pissed off]) all through the school all frikken day but also the post-one-too-many beers at a way-too-smoky party fragility.
My Family: Portraits
David and Elissa, my brother and sister in law on Newell Beach, 30 km’s south of Daintree in Queensland. I love this photo!
Evie, my goddaughter and niece. Isn’t she beautiful!
Evie comforting her brother Fraser after the boys at footy gave him hell about his blue hair
My nephew Darcy after being told he couldn’t sit in the front car seat on the way to Cairns. I love this photo, he looks so vulnerable and cute.
Gekkos and rain
Currently in Shannonvale, at my brothers place. It’s nestled in amongst the foothills of the Atherton Tablelands, in behind Port Douglas in far North Queensland. It’s steamy and wet. They’ve had 2.8 metres of rain since the beginning of this year – 2 days of sunshine in about 3 months. It’s raining again now and the family have all gone to bed, exhausted after a long (overcast but not rainy) day at little league footy. I love the tropics and feel totally at home here, with the forested mountains and low hanging clouds and creaking insects and croaking frogs and tetching gekko’s.
Here for 2 more nights, then one last night in Brisbane, and 24 hours in Taipei on the way back to Tokyo. It’s been a really special trip, with plenty of opportunities to spend relaxed, quality time with the people I hold so dear.
Plenty more photos to come. The next photo post will be family snaps. I’m really enjoying trying to get good portrait style pics of friends and family. It’s proving to be quite a challenge.
In the mean time, my friend Jeremy Sutton-Hibbert (Tokyo-based photographer Scot) has started an “occasional blog” called Tokyoland! Go check it out. He lives on the Inokashira Line too.
People
Since I don’t see these people very much any more, I was determined to try to get some decent portraits.
And since I haven’t been posting much lately, I thought I’d make up for it by sharing some of these portraits with ya’ll. There’ll be some more to come…..
The Secrets Out
Last Thursday I took this picture from a bus crossing the Rainbow Bridge on the way to Narita Airport….. It was raining and 16 degrees. Miserable and gloomy. But hey, I was on my way to a place where the weather is much much nicer….. Where was I going and what was I doing? Planning this secret trip was one of the most fun and spontaneous things I’ve done for years….
This is where my family lives and works
My brother David went up in a helicopter a few days ago, to take photos of Port Douglas for some of the properties he’s selling (he’s a real estate agent). He took this picture and sent it to me this morning to torture me with it. Today in Tokyo it’s cold and overcast. Like it was yesterday (well actually it poured almost all day yesterday). And the day before. And so on. In Port Douglas it’s sunny and 30 degrees. Isn’t it beautiful. Must go back there soon, it’s the perfect place to chill.
