Now I am really in the tropics. I take some days rest and do the mandatory dive at the Great Barrier Reef. Then I start for my last Australian adventure: Cape York.

Cairns itself has no beach but all along the way to the north there are plenty. Tropical, sandy beaches with palm trees. The only problem: there are box jellyfish in the water and crocs at the coast. At Cape Tribulation I am back in the rain forest. Almost every 4WD driver warns me about the terribly steep climbs along the Bloomfield Track. They did not promise too much. Some insane steep sections I even struggle to push the bike up. But the track is fantastic. A narrow, winding track straight through the deep, often dark rainforest with plenty of exotic voices out of the bush and every now and then a creek to ford. The croc warning signs next to the creeks always ensure for some adrenaline to quickly get across.

Then I can finally leave that road again, reaching the highlight of the trip to the Cape: the Old Telegraph Track. A track like something out of a Camel Trophy ad. Narrow, winding, often sandy and straight through the bush. Best of all are the countless creek crossings, some of which are quite difficult. I often cross beautiful creeks with crystal clear water. The most feared of those crossings is Gunshot Creek. When I reach it, it feels like coming to a rodeo. Dozens of spectators watch from the steep hillside as 4WD's are being winched up the steep, muddy banks and dirt bikes perform quite some stunts to get up those. Then it is my turn. I simply slide down the mud into the river bed and cross it in record time generating some wild applause from the audience.