Ghost town.

The girls want to go shopping (what else!) so Nick and I scout around the nooks and cranies of Kuranda until 3pm when suddenly the town seems like a ghost town. The last train full of day-trippers has left for Cairns. The local aboriginal kids... and there are lots of them... play football in the main street where just minutes before you couldn't move for traffic and tourists. The shops close and it's just like anoother small Australian country town on a Saturday afternoon. The local punters are at the pub, the radio screeches out the latest call for the races somewhere in Australia and life moves slowly. The butterfly has become a moth. Nick and I pass on the beer and have scones and coffee in the "other" pub in town... Billies... where the real locals hang out.