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Published: February 15th 2010
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Northern Koala
Much smaller than the southern Koalas.
But much larger than a sea monkey. Just made you say "under where".
We are continuing our way north, along the coast and of course fitting in as much surfing as possible. We attempted a solo venture by renting some borads in the small town of Coulundra. The boards were a wee bit shorter than the ones we learned on, and lets just say we did not get as much "surfing" in as we did swimming. By then end of the day we had gotten the hang of it again, but were hungry, sore, and were in need of an icy cold beer. But now we're pros! We have spent the last three days in the Town of 1770, surfing the last break of the east coast. How sad! We almost didn't make it out today because of a little rascal called the Blue Bottle Jelly Fish. They almost closed the beach because the north wind had brought in a bunch. Luckly, some die-hard swimmers tested the water for us, and did not get stung. So we - ok Nancy-- but on her brave face and hit the water. Couldn't be a wimp on the last day!
The major city of Brisbane did not
My new friend
What a great Valentine's gift Fraser! call out to us for a long stay, but we did stop for an incredible visit at the Koala sanctuary. More animals for Nancy to cuddle! If they would only travel in a campervan... although it already smells like there is an entire zoo inside. Speaking of the van, our home for the next three weeks, we are really enjoying our mode of transport. If gives us an opportunity to meet more Austrailians. The hostels were mainly travellers like us. Places to park for the night are in pretty good supply. We can either pay to stay at a camp grounds or caravan park. This is a great place to take advantage of laundry facilities, thus helping out with the smells! There are numerous free rest areas that allow for overnight parking, although some are a little close to the highway, and others a little too far from the highway (i.e. creepy). Then there are the spots where we just pull over at a nice looking spot and declare home for the night! All sites have proven relatively fine, however the dang birds are ridiculous here! Their songs are more like super alarm clocks on steroids, beginning at 4:00am. "Laugh
Kookaburra, laugh ..." no longer holds the same sentement. One rest area had three wild roosters cockadoodle-dooing all friggin' night. Sounds like a bad punch line, doesn't it.
Yesterday we joined a tour and headed out to Musgrave Island, the southern most point of the Great Barrier Reef. The 75 minute boat-ride out there was a little wild and there were technicoloured yawns going on left, right and centre. Fortunately none of them were us. They sold motioin sickeness tablets at the cruise check-in and Fraser wisely gave himself a dose. A Pontoon boot was stationed there, and was set up with snorkely gear, a glassbottom boat and a semi-submersive boat. We had great views of sea turtles, huge manta rays, all kinds of fish and beautiful coral. Fraser went on a fishing trip and became a god in the eyes of the Aussies. He caught a Coral Trout (off the reef, of course) - the fish of all fish! We were not prepared for the undertaking of cleaning the beast, as the provided utensils with the van can barely cut through warm butter, so we made friends with our camp site neightbours, who practically drooled all over
Murray?
A Dingo! A long-lost cousin of Murray's?
He ate my baby! it while it was being cleaned.
Right now we're in a small surfing town called "1770". Apparently they ran out of names, and had to use numbers here. It is the last place to surf as we continue up the coast (the offshore reef and the onshore jellies are the reason), so we'll have to find something else that burns, bruises, stings and nearly drowns us.
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Shanny
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My Murrs!
It's like the Murrs took off to meet you guys for a bit down under. That is almost creepy how much that dingo looks like him. It certainly does explain some of his more wild tendencies. He liked looking at it on the blog. Can't wait for you guys to come home!!!!