Townsville

Having decided not to go to Magnetic Island we almost decided to miss out Townsville as well but given the time we had we thought it might be worth a look.

It was blazing hot sunshine when we arrived on the Greyhound but after 20 minutes wait for the local bus we were starting to flag a little. Finally the bus arrived and we soon got to the hostel. We had a double room there and luckily for us it had it own tv, which meant we could watch the F1 British GP without any problem. The result wasn't the best but at least McLaren came second and third.

There was little to do in Townsville so we decided to climb the Castle Hill lookout. From the bottom of the track up to the lookout it appeared as though you almost had to get on your hands and knees to get up it and Samantha was refusing to even attempt it but then we saw a steep set of steps upward and after some coaxing Samantha decided to attempt it with me.

After nearly giving up about five times and chugging nearly all our drink we finally made to the top. The view from the top was rewarding with views over Townsville and Magnetic Island.

We then made it all the way back down in less than half the time it took to climb up