then it's take off, read a magazine, and prepare for descent ladies and gentlemen. The temperature at your destination is just slightly cooler than the surface of the sun...
Port Douglas, it's beautiful. Miles of unspoilt beaches, but you can't swim: box jellyfish, instant death. Sunshine abundant, but white boys like me burn quick. Reminds me of when i was a kid and someone would show me something really neat-o. I reach out with greedy hands sayin' lemme see, and i get the hands slapped away and told "look with your eyes! not with your hands!"
So i drank corona and lazed in the pool. And i wouldn't have had it any other way.
