Noosa

The day has finally come.
After around seven weeks with Ben and Celeste, I’ve moved on to a place a little closer to the ocean — just the way I like it. I mean, I still have to walk about 3 km every time I want to get to the beach from my hostel (at least I know I’ve earned it)…

Ben and Celeste kindly drove car-less me to Noosa, walked me to the hostel reception for check-in, and then we shared one last car ride to the beach, where we enjoyed a little breakfast and said goodbye. I shall miss them. And their cat. And the chickens. Especially the egg hunts (like Easter every day! Awesome!).
The cows… Cute as they were, they moo very loudly. That didn’t quite agree with me — though they did seem appreciative when I fed them toast. My hands felt honoured to be covered in cow-slop by their surprisingly blackish-blueish tongues. But I digress.

Noosa.
I explored all day. I really enjoy hiking everywhere and feel oddly disappointed when places are too far away not to walk. Turns out, though, Noosa Heads isn’t actually all that big. Still, covering 13.5 km for the day just by walking back and forth is a decent effort.
And of course, as soon as I was let loose in Noosa, I found my way to places that sell milkshakes… I’m at the point where I’d seriously consider joining a self-help group for vanilla thickshake addiction management. As long as they provide the drinks. 😁

After a long day of hiking and exploring, I took a few wrong turns (not my fault — Google Maps sucks) and finally made it back to the hostel.

P.S.
I added two pics I took back in Ocean View about a week ago, when neither the moon nor clouds were in the way.Read more