Now that's the one resource nobody in the rainforest really worries about. Not surprising, you think? After all we are surrounded by it. One step to the right and I'm standing in the ocean, one step to the left and I'm swimming in a creek, and looking up it pours down on us constantly. The surprising fact is maybe that almost everybody here gets their drinking water from neither of these places but instead from deep inside the ground. Because most of Queensland has the enormous privilege to be above a gigantic underground fresh-water reservoir, the Great Artesian Basin. And thus, there is the contagious idea infecting people's minds here that they are sitting on an infinite water source. 'You know how everyone else in the world is worried about droughts and where to get fresh water from, and here, here you just take it.', a local tells me and laughs loud about the apparent stupidity of everyone who chooses not to live in the Daintree. And I just look at them and force a doubtful smile at this condescending comment and itch to tell them that even if this resource feels limitless, in the end they are disturbing a delicate ecosystem that took millions of years to perfect. An ecosystem that can create magic, if you know where to look. Forgotten beaches, so quiet that turtles may peek up from the warm and shallow coastal waters, perfect feeding grounds for the infamous green reptiles, but still alluring to the destiny-challenging traveller, including myself, I have to admit; secret creeks with beautiful but crispy-cold water holes far away from the tourist routes winding themselves through swamps, disappearing and reappearing in random places; and raindrops glittering golden in the nets of large spiders. And while the constant humidity creeps into everything and lets my bamboo toothbrush go mouldy, it also causes the lucky explorer to stumble over tiny fluorescent mushrooms at night, such that upon turning off all the torches it looks like you're drowning in a sea of stars. Truly magical, wouldn't you say?