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Mossman Gorge


The next morning we dutifully headed off to Mossman Gorge.  It'll just be more rainforest I thought but as the Things to Do list had it as a Must See I figured we have better go anyway.



The star of this show is not the rainforest, it's the gorge.  Big boulders and crystal clear rapidly moving water.  I was disappointed that in the photographs it looks like just a rocky creek -- I am hoping the last shot gives you a sense of scale, they are very big rocks in that creek,

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  1. Definitely my kind of place. Such beautiful tropical spots!

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    1. It sure is tropical. I loved it in winter but I am sure I would find it quite unbearable in the summer time. The winter is also the dry season so the humidity is low.

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  2. Love that second shot, that boulder in the foreground and the colour.

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    1. Peter, this gorge as one of the highlights of the whole trip. I was so disappointed that that photos just don't capture how beautiful it was. I agree the second shot does it best.

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  3. It looks like a lovely place even though it's a major tourist attraction.

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    1. Yes it is a major tourist attraction managed by the indigenous community. It is a beautiful facility and very well run.

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