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Published: August 7th 2007
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Arriving back in Brisbane at the adequate YHA hostel, we were informed that our friend had already arrived and checked in. Geraldine, or Gers, as she is more commonly known, is a larger-than-life, Irish whirlwind of a character. The next few days were guaranteed to be madcap.
After an evening of reunion, we took a very early morning bus to Hervey Bay, the departure point for the ever-appealing Fraser Island. This was our first 'Greyhound' bus in Australia (the well-known Aussie coach company that travels all over the place), and we were not in the least prepared for the mammoth set of rules put upon us. The terminator-like female driver barked at us for a good few minutes about what we could and couldn't do on her precious bus. Food and drink were certainly not allowed. We sat at the back, however, slurping hot coffee and munching on sausage rolls, and somehow got away with it! Even texting was frowned upon, as it interfered with the crap movie that was being shown at an inaudible volume.
We arrived at Hervey bay in the afternoon, and spent many hours trying to arrange our trip to the island; there were so
Craig, our own personal Ray Mears!
Craig was your typical antipodean bush-whacker. Craig was your typical antipodean bush-whacker.many options. We eventually arranged a two-day tour of the island on a large 4WD bus; Fraser Island cannot be negotiated with ordinary transport. The next morning, we boarded the ferry in anticipation.
Fraser island is the biggest sand island in the world. Apparently, there is more sand on this island than in the Sahara Desert! It is a long island that stretches down alongside Australia's north-east coast. Its position caused early explorers to think they were on the mainland coast. As a result, they spent months going around it in circles!
The bus was immensely fun, and our enthusiastic guide Craig made sure we had a real Aussie-style adventure by flying over the bumps and lumps in the road at breakneck speed. All the while, he told us interesting information about the island's history and geography. Each stop on the bus provided us with beautiful vistas of the island: Lakes, beaches, cliff-top viewpoints, lagoons, shipwrecks, streams, jungle and rockpools. However, the most memorable event of the trip was, indubitably, when Craig managed to get the bus stuck in the sand!
Gers was soon known by all on the bus and most
of the island's visitors had been roped into taking a photo for her at some point. Before long she was telling jokes from Craig's PA at the front of the bus and laughing hysterically down the microphone.
The food on this tour was perfect: Huge buffets with fresh rolls, chicken, and a range of salads, and there was always far too much. David struggled; wanting to eat the free food, but being continually full. Back at the camp, the chef prepared an 'all you can eat' spread of pizza, pasta and salad, and we relaxed with a beer together in the bar. This was a nice evening to make friends with the other people on our tour group, and we had a rather late night.
Next stop was the Whitsunday Islands. For this we headed to Airlie Beach by bus, and the two of us booked ourselves on an ocean raft, for a day of beautiful views and water fun. It was a bumpy ride on the boat, but a fun day was had by all, including snorkelling, a fantastic lunch at the bay, and views of the famously stunning Whitehaven beach. We met back up with Gers
that evening for another overnight bus journey. This time to Cairns, our final destination in Oz. Gers jumped off at Townsville to meet Ned (or 'Superned' as he is known by avid blog readers).
We stayed three nights in Cairns in a really cosy hostel and managed to see the Great Barrier Reef, the Aboriginal Centre (Tjapukai), the butterfly park and the skyrail. At the reef, we did an introductory dive (for David, the first time ever!) and more snorkelling. At Tjapukai we learnt how to throw boomerangs and spears, and watched traditional fire-making and didgeridoo playing. The butterfly sanctuary was interesting and beautiful, and the journey there and back by skyrail took us high above the Queensland rainforest for breathtaking panoramas.
It was time to leave Australia and head for neighboring New Zealand. We'd had a fantastic time in this country. Three weeks was certainly not enough, but don't we always say that!?
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Amanda
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Hi Guys, Thank you for the lovely postcard. We cant get enough of that feathery bird stuff as you know! Its so great to read your blogs. What strikes me most is the memory of what it feels like to be able to do what you like when you like! Especially in a really beautiful place like Australia. It makes me miss being away. Things arent really the same anymore at home after being away! We have lost a fraction of enthusiasm for the mundane things like work, bills and even socialising in our local boozer. Even though its just a fraction it is noticable to us and one of the only things that gets us really excited is the thought of going away again! So lap it up while you can...you lucky people. P.s. I loved imagining David Battling with the Buffet...very Homer Simpson! All my love Manda xxx