Where Byron Bay was beautiful with its glorious beach and young, hippie vibe, Noosa is beautiful for it’s quaint, sleepy little town and it’s upmarket shopping and dining.
I arrived Friday night and just about cried over how cute the YHA hostel looked; like something out of a Nicholas Sparks movie. (If only I didn’t have to share a room with three strangers). Rachel and I parted ways for this leg of our trip but only because I really wanted to stay in this particular hostel whereas she preferred Nomads for cost reasons. Luckily someone I knew from home with mutual friends was also staying in the YHA hostel so we went out that night together before they left for the a Bushcamp the next day.
I spent the weekend mostly on my own, I spent the mornings walking up the view point and trying to make up for the fact that this is the fourth week I haven’t been to a gym and then I spent the afternoon sunning myself on the beach. It’s no match for Byron Bay but who am I to moan when i’m catching a tan as opposed to writing job adverts back home? I loved wandering around the little shops and inwardly wailing in despair at the fact that I couldn’t eat at every single lovely restaurant I walked past – still struggling to accept that Backpacking is not, in fact, the same as a two week holiday to Cyprus (I miss you Paphos!).
On Monday Rachel and I took a trip to the Everglades and it was so much better than I expected. Here I was with the image of a damp, soggy forest and swampy waters with crocs lurking around and yet we conoed down the most beautiful waters, the weather was gorgeous and our tour guide cooked a mean BBQ too.
Rachel and I sucked at conoeing, we were too busy taking selfies and staring at the sun to put enough effort in to actually conoeing, we were so bad that the boat tugged us about a mile ahead of everyone and we were still last by a good ten minutes. It was a great experience, but I wish i’d put more effort into the canoeing to give my arms a better workout – I miss the gym, man.
Wednesday came round quickly and my next destination approached, Rainbow Beach is the gateway to the heritage listed Fraser Island and I have a two night/three day camping trip booked with Dingos so I spent 2 nights at the Dingos Backpacking hostel before setting off for my first ever camping experience. (I’d like to point out that I only found out I was camping the day before I left, as if I would have knowingly signed up for camping).
I have mixed reviews about my Fraser Island experience; I thought the island was stunning, Lake McKenzie especially, with its fresh water that I was too hungover to enjoy and its beautiful white sand, I had a great time in the evenings with everyone I’d met, our tour guide Mick was pretty awesome in my opinion but he didn’t spend much time with us and I didn’t come across any spiders or snakes so I was winning there but it wasn’t the best thing i’ve ever done like the majority of people i’ve met have said. I struggle staying in hostels so obviously I wasn’t going to enjoy camping, I found it a bit hard dealing with the younger people’s hyper moods when I was hanging too so I wasn’t much fun to be around for the most part of the mornings, whoops! The Maheno Shipwreck was really interesting to learn about and it was hilarious to watch one of the tour guides throwing one of his group into Eli Creek on our last day together, if he’d done it to me I can guarantee I wouldn’t have taken it as well as she did. Driving the 4 wheel drive was exciting but knowing my track record with cars I was pretty nervous and happy to hand the job over to someone else after a while, I did ask one of the guys to try and get a picture of my driving but they fluffed it and all I can see in the picture is my third and fourth chin so i’ll keep that for the personal collection.
I’m moving on to Agnes Water next and i’m looking forward to hopefully doing the scooteroo tour! Laters x