Cape Tribulation, the Daintree, OZ

We flew straight up to Cairns from Auckland and have now spent four days in the aptly named 'wet tropics'. It turns out we've arrived just in time for the three great queensland seasons; the wet, the stinger and the croc-mating, a happy combination unless you like swimming.
We've been staying in a place called the Cape Trib beach house, an A-frame hut, in the rainforest, ten yards from the beach, Erica has enjoyed the noisy frogs, the spiders, a tree wallaby on the roof, "ed I think there's someone outside, did you lock the door?", "we're in the middle of the rainforest, it's 3 in the morning, go back to sleep" and the moz....
As flash-packing tourists we've managed a reef trip, a croc tour on the daintree with a bloke called bruce, a guided tour to a sacred fig with a guide called dingo and a dinner at 'on the inlet' to which I was lured by the promise of fabulous seafood, without mention of the fabulous prices....