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Sky rail


We did the return journey via the Sky Rail which flies over the rainforest.


Gives a nice view of Barren Gorge.


I see the tropical rainforest has palms where the temperate rainforest of the Blue Mountains has tree ferns.


And descends to impressive views over Cairns and the surrounding countryside.

That was an exhilarating ride.

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  1. Whoo - feeling vertigo - impressive yes.

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    1. I didn't like it at all when the cable stopped and we were left hanging high above the gorge.

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  2. Love the birds eye view. In tropical Argentina I've done the canopy tour, it was aewsome!

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    1. I've not been to South America but I guess it would be similar. You obviously don't mind heights.

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  3. We went up by cable car and back by train. It is scary in those cable cars but I've got used to it after visiting Switzerland many times

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    1. I am not sure I would be up to a Swiss cable car.

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