Blogs from Noosa Heads, Queensland, Australia, Oceania - page 8

We don't really have to say too much about Noosa - we were only there for 24 hours, and decided to reward ourselves after such a grubby (although wonderful) time on Fraser, we booked into the Sheraton at Noosa! Ha ha, we are so naughty! But I can't tell you how wonderful it was - 5 star is so much better when you've only had two showers in the last week! The room was grand, huge, luxurious. The bed too, the bathroom the same, and I had a hairdryer!!! Oh what decadence. So we checked in, went for a delicious lunch on Noosa beach (the best steak sarnie Rich has ever had and the best chicken caesar salad I've ever had, even if I do say that every time!) and then straight back to the hotel ... read more

Back on the road again, after the months living in Brisbane we had become quite settled and soon that comfort blanket was lifted as we handed back our keys. With the deposit back in our pockets and our lives on our backs we headed to the station and the adventure that lay ahead. As we didn’t trust the reliability of the landlord we had booked ourselves onto the midday bus and told him we had the early bus to catch, we’re not silly. So now been gladly proven wrong we arrived 2 hours early for our bus, luckily with a little smile and charm we were moved up onto the early bus and soon on our way, seeing the high rises of the city fall away behind us and heading into open bush land. Celebrating between ... read more

There was a blinding white light. Laura readjusted her sunglasses and pushed them higher up on her face. It was not a welcomed sight, nor was it a lethal image, but it was painful, raw and innocent. Like a child fresh from the womb, the light emanated and seemed to freeze everyone near. Time stopped while people stood in their tracks. They were locked in their gaze. Their mouths hung open. However, instead of the delivery of a newborn baby—revered with praise—this light was epitomized. Like a demon from the depths of shadows, it emerged and brought shock. And like a towering lighthouse at the edge of a craggy precipice, it warned and provoked fear. To me, I was free. I crumpled up my swim trunks and chucked them at the sand. Standing, I stretched my ... read more

Hya mates, Vandaag werden we wakker op ons illegale kampeerplekje in Eumundi. We hebben goed geslapen en zijn niet van ons bed gelicht door de politie. Om 6 uur vanochtend stopte er vlak naast ons busje wel een auto, maar die bleek van de meneer die de openbare toiletten schoonmaakt, pfiew! Het regende vanochend nog steeds, maar toen we op pad gingen werd het gelukkig beter weer. We zijn eerst naar een van de plaatsjes gegaan die we gisteren hadden overgeslagen door het slechte weer, Noosa Heads. Noosa Heads is een beetje het Laren/Wassenaar van de Australische oostkust. Hier wonen de mensen met echt veel geld en dat is overal aan te zien. Dure auto's, dure winkels en dure mensen. Helemaal onze stijl (ahem). Toen we aankwamen in Noosa Heads scheen de zon inmiddels volop en ... read more

Everyone has to believe in folklore or legends. It makes the history of an event or destination seem interesting, maybe personal or relevant. Well Noosa Heads is that place in surfing for me. It has been seen in surf movies, magazines since the late 70’s, so it has had time to change and develop over the years. But in my mind it had air of decadence and standard, something that would hopefully stand the test of time, not giving in to commercial pressures. The only problem was that I had decided to make my trip to surfing Mecca with the ‘terrible twosome’, whose ideal was to make camp in fashion retail outlets along the terribly posh Hastings Avenue sipping champagne, of course with both pinkies out. Where were my long haired, aqua orientated, non-career focused layabouts? ... read more