Fraser Island Camping
Our next little adventure started further up the coast again where we'd booked ourselves a four wheel drive camping adventure on Fraser Island (a world heritage listed area).
This began with a briefing from 'Shane', a long-haired, high-as-a-kite, hungover Canadian who instructed us on our trip with wild enthusiasm coupled with song and dance. Needless to say we arrived on the actual island somewhat non-plussed together with three glamorous Canadian girls, three German guys (I somehow missed telling them I understood German), an Israeli couple, camping gear, a four wheel drive, food and a map.
We decided to set up camp our first night on the beach and had a makeshift barbecue. It was certainly a beautiful spot. We watched the full moon rise over the Pacific Ocean -breathtaking. Also there is some sort of phosphorescent in the wet sand so that if we disturbed it glowing sparks would appear for a few seconds. The stars were many and bright... I tried to convince the Canadians that the big dipper (constellation) is not to be found in the southern hemisphere but all in vain.
Luce and Laura rose early to watch the sun rise, I trailed rather blearily in their wake and saw it too, briefly, before crawling back into my sleeping bag. Not for long though as camping on the beach is identical to camping in the desert-fiendishly hot. It was our turn to cook so we russelled up a nearly-english breakfast. Tried to convince the Canadians that eggs were perfectly safe to eat after being stored at room temperature, but it was a lost cause.
We had a great time bumping around in the back of the 4X4,visiting beautiful places and listening to David Hasselhoff singing in German (the boys choice). We will now be forced to put the Baywatch theme tune on our 'Ozzie' soundtrack CD.
Our most favorite place was Lake McKenzie, crystal clear water from natural springs. When we swam here our silver jewelry came out sparkling! Something to do with the sand again.
The worst draw back was that the threat of dingo attacks (over exaggerated I'm sure) created the necessity of peeing behind the bushes in groups. An enduring memory for all of us!
After three days our supplies had dwindled to a choice between tinned spaghetti and peanut butter...it was time to go back to the main land.
We returned to Rainbow beach for one night and most importantly for showers and toilets- two things that can never be over rated. Somehow the Canadian girls looked just as glamorous at the end of the trip as the start. How they accomplished this when three days of not showering, hot weather and no running water had reduced the rest of us to smelly yetti's I have no idea.
This began with a briefing from 'Shane', a long-haired, high-as-a-kite, hungover Canadian who instructed us on our trip with wild enthusiasm coupled with song and dance. Needless to say we arrived on the actual island somewhat non-plussed together with three glamorous Canadian girls, three German guys (I somehow missed telling them I understood German), an Israeli couple, camping gear, a four wheel drive, food and a map.
We decided to set up camp our first night on the beach and had a makeshift barbecue. It was certainly a beautiful spot. We watched the full moon rise over the Pacific Ocean -breathtaking. Also there is some sort of phosphorescent in the wet sand so that if we disturbed it glowing sparks would appear for a few seconds. The stars were many and bright... I tried to convince the Canadians that the big dipper (constellation) is not to be found in the southern hemisphere but all in vain.
Luce and Laura rose early to watch the sun rise, I trailed rather blearily in their wake and saw it too, briefly, before crawling back into my sleeping bag. Not for long though as camping on the beach is identical to camping in the desert-fiendishly hot. It was our turn to cook so we russelled up a nearly-english breakfast. Tried to convince the Canadians that eggs were perfectly safe to eat after being stored at room temperature, but it was a lost cause.
We had a great time bumping around in the back of the 4X4,visiting beautiful places and listening to David Hasselhoff singing in German (the boys choice). We will now be forced to put the Baywatch theme tune on our 'Ozzie' soundtrack CD.
Our most favorite place was Lake McKenzie, crystal clear water from natural springs. When we swam here our silver jewelry came out sparkling! Something to do with the sand again.
The worst draw back was that the threat of dingo attacks (over exaggerated I'm sure) created the necessity of peeing behind the bushes in groups. An enduring memory for all of us!
After three days our supplies had dwindled to a choice between tinned spaghetti and peanut butter...it was time to go back to the main land.
We returned to Rainbow beach for one night and most importantly for showers and toilets- two things that can never be over rated. Somehow the Canadian girls looked just as glamorous at the end of the trip as the start. How they accomplished this when three days of not showering, hot weather and no running water had reduced the rest of us to smelly yetti's I have no idea.
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