Little red sedan

We were coming up the Kuranda Range on Thursday this week after spending a few hours in Cairns on appointments and were glad to be going home as we were soaked to the skin and tired.  The monsoonal rain was starting to cause real problems, even just parking was a trial and several times we had to step into ankle deep water getting in and out of the car. 

About three quarters of the way up the range, which winds like a switchback up over the mountains for 20+ kilometres, there was a small red sedan in front of us.  Suddenly just over the top of a rise and out of the blue the driver put the left flasher on and slammed on the brakes there and then in the middle of the lane.  I was a sensible distance behind it but there was a car coming up in the lane beside me at greater speed.  I couldn't see out of the back window as it was so misted up and the rain was lashing down.  I managed to brake sufficiently and let the faster car in the other lane keep going but I came very close to swinging out in front of him and only just saw him appear in time.

Little red sedan nearly caused a 3 car pile up for which, no doubt, the weather would have been blamed in the news report.  Why, oh why, do people do things like that?

Yesterday, Friday, it was even worse on the roads and we were glad we hadn't had to go down to Cairns on that day.  One car went over the edge of the Kuranda range and another was swept off the Gillies range at Pete's Bridge which we had only gone down on Thursday.  Fortunately the first driver didn't have any serious injuries and the second one manage to leap out of her car before it went floating down the river and sank.

Yesterday we were cut off from going into our nearest town which is only 3 klms away as the river was up over the bridge but it went down later in the day.  We've had water rising up in the workshop floor downstairs which must have a faulty and probably illegal concrete slab and we've had water coming through the ceiling above the kitchen and above a lounge room window.  Fortunately we don't own the joint and one good thing that has happened is that we've probably found how the tree frogs get into our toilet which is also downstairs.  So goodbye tree frogs, much as I like you, I don't want any risk of you taking one of your phenomenal leaps on to my nether regions!