Our final day in Cairns was uneventful. We lost our chance to do bungy jumping and a tour in the rainforest due to our procrastination. Oh well, you live and you learn! Instead, I worked on putting my memories into words for you all to read, and repacked my bags. I might be the most unorganized traveler there ever was – by day one, my clothes were stuffed into my suitcase with no rhyme or reason, my medicine was mixed up with hair scrunchies, and I had already lost my room key. Yet so far, I have managed not to lose anything (to my knowledge) and my clothes have miraculously stayed wrinkle free! We went to a popular pub called PJ O’Briens, which was overflowing with backpackers. I ordered a Guiness meat pie, which came with salad, “chips” (French fries), beer, and a salad. It was the cheapest meal I had eaten yet in the country, since I had picked up a voucher earlier in the day. It came out to a total of $7 and was absolutely delicious. Since I’ve arrived in Australia however, I have not had a huge appetite, despite the good food. I’m hoping that this inability to finish my plate goes away soon, as I am finding everything here to be a party for my taste buds. After we finished at PJ’s, we headed back to Whackabee’s for karaoke night. John met up again with a sweet Aussie named Rachel, and they took turns embarrassing themselves on stage while I watched in amusement (Okay, they weren’t actually that bad…). The bartender welcomed us back, as we had been there only a few days earlier. While watching the show, I met an American named John, who is on a one-week leave from the Navy. It is always fun talking to a sober American, and he had many great stories to tell from all of his travels. Soon after, we headed off to Gilligan’s. Unfortunately, the selection of suitable individuals to make conversation with was slim, and those that I was willing to dance with even slimmer. I did meet two Aussie Rules players, but they were not sober enough to give out their autographs and I quickly left. Other than talking politics with a nice young man, and avoiding the scum of the evening, Gilligan’s was rather uneventful. It was a disappointment, especially after the fun time we’d had the previous night. We headed back to the hotel for our last evening, and had no trouble falling asleep. And speaking of sleep…apparently the night before I had a very active dream, as John tells me. Early in the morning, I leaped out of bed and started reaching towards the ceiling. John told me he thought I was dreaming and I got mad at him and told him to shut up. I said that there were these things that I had to get and they were right there! I vaguely remember the dream, and I find it very amusing that he got to witness my insanity first hand! I pity my poor husband someday…I have a feeling that my sleepwalking is not nearing an end any time soon.