Most of day 7 was actually spent re-supplying and hanging out at a nasty bus station waiting for transport to the train. (If you ever think the US has the monopoly on white trash, come to Australia.) The only real highlight was spending 30 minutes in a tiny town called Maryborough, so called because PL Travers, author of Mary Poppins, was born there. Bet you didn’t know she was Australian.
By the time we boarded the train that evening, we were glad to have a sleeper car and to only to have to interact with humanity in the bar car, where beer was just $5. Almost the entirety of day 8 was spent drinking and playing cards on the train, of which I won’t bore you with any details (which I don’t really recall anyway). At about 8 pm that night, we stepped off in Cairns and experienced hotter, more humid mid-winter weather than we could ever have imagined existed.