Baby in Port Douglas
By Sara, mother of Rafael
At 14 months, Raffie is a mad keen explorer so when a girlfriend suggested a five day yummy mummy break in the tropical north, we jumped at the chance. The two of us met Frances and her little boy Riley, 5, at the airport ready for our spring break in the sun.
The flight to Cairns took two and a half hours from Sydney and, a long snooze, some frantic wriggling and one lost shoe later, we disembarked and jumped on the bus to our resort in Port Douglas, an hour’s drive up the Coral Coast.
Raffie loved running around our two-bed suite and soon discovered the fun to be had throwing things off our balcony down to the long-suffering guests below. He also liked the spectacular beach and paddled in the gentle little waves. The pool was a bit chilly for him until the afternoon sun had been on it but we couldn’t keep Riley with his new found snorkelling skills out of the water.
In the evenings we ate at the resort restaurant (which was well prepared for ankle biters), ordered in, cooked (well, assembled chicken and salad) and – the highlight – had an early fish and chip supper in town. After the boys had gone to bed, we grown-ups sat out on the balcony with a glass of wine. But not for too long – we were exhasted, too. In a good way.
On our last day, Frances and Riley headed out on a catameran to Agincourt Reef and he came back full of shark tales from the semi submersible. Raffie and I spent a lovely day wandering around the centre of Port Douglas. There were lots of people about with young children and all the cafes are well set up with kids’ menus and high chairs – and they didn’t seem to mind us making a bit of a mess. Mid-afternoon we shared a milkshake and Raffie drank through a straw for the first time. Snorkelling should be a natural next step.