Rainbow Beach to Agnes Water

It was another uneventful bus journey to Agnes Water (apart from a comical elderly couple with mobility scooters and helmets) so this is a good time to mention the group we shared our Fraser IslandLäs mer
It was another uneventful bus journey to Agnes Water (apart from a comical elderly couple with mobility scooters and helmets) so this is a good time to mention the group we shared our Fraser Island trip with.
There were 14 of us in total, which was lucky considering that some groups are as big as 40 and there was a good mix of nationalities. There was Tais, a teacher from Sao Paolo who travelled all the way to Australia to learn English only to meet more Brazilians including her boyfriend; Johanna and Karolina, bubbly trainee doctors from Stockholm and larger than life law student Querijn from Amsterdam who brought a sleeping bag, 2 cartons of wine and a bottle of vodka with him (he told us he was prepared to 'party' in a heavy Dutch accent). There were also 2 German couples from Stuttgart and Dosseldorf and 4 Dutch girls. We were the only English travellers but English became the default language. We all got on well but other than Querijn, who may be in Cairns around the same time as us, we will not meet them again. Unlike in the USA and New Zealand where we travelled with a group for a duration of time, we are now meeting different people in different places for short periods of time before going our separate ways. We're still having great fun but it means that there isn't as much to tell about those we meet because it is so brief.
Our hostel in Agnes Water is interesting in that, unexpectedly, the walls to our double room do not fully reach the ceiling. This means that whilst we have the privacy of a wall and door, we are effectively sharing the room with 2 other double bedrooms in the building. An elaborate dorm room then?!Läs mer
Today marks the exact halfway point in our 6 month adventure! All the cliches come to mind; how quickly it has gone and how much we have done in such short space of time. But it is all true and the best bit? There is so much still to come!
After being confronted last night with our bedroom lacking the last 2 foot of its walls and the snoring of our neighbours storming over the parapet we had contemplated having to change hostels. Yet in the end it wasn't so bad, if you take away paying for a private room when it is not so private. So we've decided to stay, going as far as putting down some roots in this little town by booking to go surfing and touring to see kangaroos. We're practically residents now.
To celebrate our halfway point we spent the day at the beach under clear 24 degree heat. Gone are the rains that greeted us in Sydney and the snow of New Zealand's South Island is a distant memory. Fingers crossed this lasts, Queensland knows how to winter!Läs mer
In the glorious sunshine of Queensland we took another surf lesson out by the 'point break' (totally down with the lingo dude) on Agnes Water's main beach. This offered a great succession of waves for us to try and further our very basic surfing skills. Under the tutelage of Status Quo's missing member, Gorm, and the face of XXXX Gold, JD, we went grinning from ear to ear to be battered and splattered by the tide.
Marching out with boards under arm we pushed through oncoming waves, trying not to lose ourselves in the current. Lining up with our fellow pupils, we bobbed in the water, watching the rising swell of an incoming wave, anticipating the power it would bring. Trying to clear our minds of adrenaline so when the moment came we could fluidly put into action the techniques we had learnt, we paddled hard for shore as the white water caught up with us. Time and again we popped up from
our boards to try and ride out the wave without nose diving and collapsing into the torrent.
Second time round we felt we had more confidence but it still took persistence and patience. But when success came it was brilliant. Alex remembers achieving this at the same time as the another pupil next to him and them both looking at each other laughing with success and pride.
Peeling out of our wetsuits as the sun's warmth quickly dried us, we munched on a tuna sandwich to re-energise our tired bodies and showered the sea and sand off our bodies. In quick time we went back out to tour the local area for wild wallabies on scooters with 'Scooteroo', a company of bikers that made us look like a poor man's 'Sons of Anarchy'. It was as hilarious and brilliant as it sounds. Neither of us have ever ridden anything more powerful than a push bike and it was a steep learning curve. After we wobbled around the training circuit it was time to try the open road. Kim chose to ride 'koala' on the back of the one of staff's motorbikes, which thundered down the line of scooters to whip the air through her hair and around her leathers. Meanwhile Alex scootered it up like a Jax Teller wannabe (he was not but no wallabies were harmed so it all ended ok).
After seeing the wallabies we rode to the marina at Bustard Bay to eat hot potato wedges as the sun bowed out over the water. The air was filled with the sounds of throttle and the smell of petrol as we accelerated back to Agnes Water. The sun glinted off the scooter's chrome and the wind feathered our faces. A brilliant end to a brilliant day.
(There should be more photos coming but these are all we have on our phones at the moment)Läs mer
Carol StringerThere's a new BBC 1 trailer showing surfers going round in circles. It must be you and Kim!
We checked out of our hostel by 10:00am but our bus to Cairns was not until 9:00pm. The bus journey will last 21 hours with us not arriving in Cairns until 6:00pm tomorrow evening. Clearly the only way to prepare yourself for such an epic bus ride is to spend the day at the beach.
The sun continued to reign supreme in its amphitheatre of unblemished royal blue sky as hot grains of sand slipped through our toes. We found a place to sunbathe and watched as people came and went to surf the waves. Tanned skin, sun bleached hair and a variety of boards paraded past as symbols of East Coast life. Later in the day, released from their classrooms, children arrived with their own boards tucked under their arms with the casualness of heading out on a bike ride.
Palms swayed and rustled gently in the sea breeze and the dry heat of the winter's sun massaged us into a sense of the good life. On 'Scooteroo' yesterday we met a young Irish couple who had lived and worked in Perth for the last two years and were briefly travelling the East Coast before returning home to Ireland. They admitted that the first months were the hardest and even after 2 years decided to return to Ireland rather than extend their visas. We recognise that it is one thing to travel and another to live in a country no matter how beautiful or great the weather might be.
Having gone through the motions of getting ourselves ready, the time to board our bus arrived. Agnes Water grew on us during our short stay and we were sad to say goodbye.
The bus trundled off into a night landscape, where only the occasional silhouette of trees could be seen from our side window. In the headlights of the bus, yellow diamond road signs flicked past the front like counted sheep as our eyelids grew heavy...Läs mer
The fake leather seats squeaked in protest as we scrunched our bodies to find a position offering enough comfort to fall asleep into. We slept fitfully, unable to recognise whether we had in fact fallen asleep when waking until the clock told us another few hours had passed by.
Woken by the driver's announcement of a stop, we found daylight had returned. At a tired roadside cafe we wolfed down bright yellow scrambled eggs and buttered toast.
An endless line of telegraph poles shadowed the arrow flight road on which we travelled. Turnings to farms whisked by as their lands stretched out across to the West. Skeletal cows grazed on mustard pastures as outback windmills fluttered, their metal fins glinting in the sun, to draw up water to the surface. White gum trees, their bases blackened bases by bush fires, dotted the grasslands to offer scant shade. Further on where woodland thickened, mint and auburn leaves clung to their branches.
Hour dripped after hour in a ground hog dog day as we rolled past a white road sign that prophetically instructed 'Survive This Drive'.
Our only other stop before Cairns was to grab lunch. We solemnly ate chicken burgers in a waterfront town, relieved at the fresh air and food whilst contemplating the hours and miles still to go. With the taste of the burger still in our mouths we hesitantly got back onto the bus, consoling ourselves that only a few hours remained.
Relief and fresh air were breathed in deeply when we finally arrived in the mild humidity of a Cairns' winter evening. However the true relief came when we stretched out on the bed at our hostel, the journey's punishment slowly melting out of us. We had 'survived the drive'.Läs mer
After sinking into oblivion on soft clean linen we awoke to birdsong and sunlight crowding the blinds to our bedroom windows. As we stretched out and pulled our minds up to meet the day, the vestiges of a 'bus hangover' lingered in our bones.
Once revived on a hearty breakfast in the shade of palms and ferns and begun much needed laundry (absolutely no clean underwear left whatsoever) we took ourselves over to the hostel's small swimming pool to relax under the sun.
We had heard how humid Cairns can become during the summer due to its tropical climate, yet even in the winter it was still noticeably humid compared to further south. The ceiling fan in our room circled hypnotically to stir the thick afternoon air as sweat pricked at the back of our necks. The cool polished timber flooring reflected the sunlight and kissed the soles of our feet. Bright red flowers bloomed outside our window whilst our laundry dried on the line below. The yells of playing children mixed with the cries and whistles of birds to form a soundtrack to the peaceful Sunday afternoon.
We began to feel as if we had arrived on a small vacation within our bigger adventure.Läs mer
After months of backpacking Kim decided it was time to treat herself to a haircut so we went to the shiny air conditioned bubble of a nearby shopping centre for the morning. Whilst Kim was pampered Alex pondered life’s big questions (did he heck but he was determined to not cut his mullet). By lunchtime we were back sunning ourselves at the hostel’s swimming pool when poetically the Lion King’s ‘Hakuna Matata’ played out through the hostel’s sound system. The sun hammered down onto our skin as we melted into the white plastic sunbeds.
The white light of the sun gave way to amber shades as dusk entered stage for the day’s final act. Lights turned on and the courtyard filled with hungry patrons awaiting the hostel’s Monday Night BBQ. Our host/the hostel’s co-owner, Gabriel, an Australian of rugby statue and easy humour, served up barbequed kangaroo, emu, crocodile, barramundi (Asian sea bass), hake and beef sausages along with salads and fresh bread. The kangaroo oozed blood of a rare rump steak (it has to be cooked this way as otherwise it becomes very tough), whilst the emu was a finer medium fillet steak but both tasting more game than beef. The crocodile was a chewy version of a chicken breast. Supposedly crocodile tastes similar to the last thing it ate but having never tried human, we can’t tell you if this one had been a man-eater. The white flaky fish dissolved on the palette and the beef sausages were full of flavour. Washed down with bottles of Corona it was an exceptional and satisfying feed. Alex had thirds…
However this was not to be the end of our very enjoyable evening as a competition was then held to see which patron could best play a digeridoo. Asking for three contestants, Kim was inadvertently selected when she attempted to point out another woman volunteering (who was subsequently picked). Whilst the two were given digeridoos, the third contestant, Josh from Burnley (who bore a resemblance to Alex’s youngest brother Joel) was given a vacuum tube to play on. Hilarity ensued with all of the contestants doing well. For her impressive efforts Kim collected the prize a hostel branded t-shirt, which she was very pleased with as she had been thinking about getting one anyway.Läs mer
The sun was still rising as we readied ourselves to tour the Atherton Tablelands, so named as its farms feed the dinner tables of northern Queensland. However it's interest for us was its rainforests, wildlife and waterfalls. After meeting our driver guide, Josh, and an international collective of fellow travellers we headed out to the forested hillsides surrounding Cairns and the valley it lies within. Leaving urban clutter behind, our old bus (650,000+ kms on the clock) revved its way up narrow switch back roads to ascend over the hills and onto the Tablelands' plateau.
Our first stop was at Lake Eacham, encircled by rainforest and covered by clear sky, the greens and blue reflecting turquoise on the glass surface. Walking out of the forest shade, along the cool metal walkway of a pontoon we took turns to jump out into the light and crash down into the cool water. Now fully awake we swam and kept afloat around the pontoon whilst trying to see our feet and the lake bed through the cloudy depths.
Back on land we ate juicy kiwi fruit and melon whilst watching turtles leisurely glide under the surface of the shallows. When asked about temperatures of the water that we would be swimming in during the day, Josh explained that whilst he could give degrees these meant little to most people. Instead he advised of the 'nipple test' where the temperatures were graded between 1 (the ever warm waters of the Great Barrier Reef) and 10 (a winter's swim in the North Sea). Whilst the swim at Lake Eacham had been a 2-3, our next swim at the Dinner Falls was to be a 4.
After dipping her toe into the dark shaded pool at our next stop, Dinner Falls, Kim wisely chose to not dive in. However Alex could not be deterred and took his turn on the rock to jump out. The gasps and faces of the other divers should have told him and Alex's face as he swam back out of the water read something higher than '4'. Rainbow colours shimmered above the spray as we moved across the rock shelf to where sunlight sneaked its way through the rainforest canopy. The water current flowed silently past until it reached the tipping point of a further drop, where it turned white and crashed forward out of sight.
Warmer and drier we left the rainforest and drove out along Queensland's highest roads to take lunch upon Crawford’s Lookout, where a panorama of forest and farmland spread out before us. Afterwards we went to Millaa Millaa Falls, the scenery for both Peter Andre's music video 'Mysterious Girl' and the Herbal Essences shampoo adverts. At Millaa Millaa the water pours out a cliff face of hanging vines, 20 metres above a shallow pool, creating a postcard waterfall image. Inching our way out across the slippery unseen rocks of the shallows, the cold waters eventually deepened for us to back stroke our way to the base of the falls where the water slapped down. Swimming through the current and under the spray we emerged on the rocks behind the cascading water. Rainbows flickered under the projection of water and light as we shouted to hear each other over the din.
Our last stop for the day was at Josephine Falls where we were able to use the rock face’s smooth incline as a natural water slide down the bottom section of the falls. Diving out into the (once again) cold waters of the pool we swam against the current to crawl up slimy rocks to the top of nature’s water slide. From there it was down on our backsides, whooping and yelling with legs and arms splayed as we flew into the frothing white waters.
Hot drinks and sugar helped our bodies recover from the fourth helping of body shock but we were elated by our time in the Tablelands. Hillsides became silhouettes against the changing shades of dusk and the eventual darkness pierced by the glowering lights of sugar cane fires, the sweet smell wafting through the bus.Läs mer
So you may notice that today's post is full of yesterday's photographs. This is because we couldn't fit them all on yesterday's post and today has been spent by the swimming pool again, for which there are only so many photos/descriptions we can come up with.
A great aspect of travelling as we are is not just meeting local people in the places we go but also the wide variety of nationalities and personalities also travelling from around the world.
You'll see in these photos some of the fellow travellers we ventured with in the Tablelands; Sarah, Emma and Neil from Bristol; Ellin and Georgia from Wales; Mario from Germany; Izzie and her mother from California.
We have also met lots of others, both on the Tablelands trip and at our hostel in Cairns, briefly sharing travel stories and laughter over a drink or meal. Unfortunately we can't remember all their names such is the brevity of our passing in a river of backpacking faces. However there has been meditating Buddhist Swede, Oscar, and fellow didgeridoo competitor, Josh, and his girlfriend, Charlotte, from Burnley, who are just starting their 1 year trip in Australia.
We've found that by in large, regardless of the many differences we might have with those we meet, the shared interests of travel, sport, food and music can transcend all the other crap in the world. For a little while at least, 'the kids are alright'.Läs mer
It was another easy day in Cairns as we wandered down the sunny streets to the Lagoon, a man-made waterfront swimming pool (the city has no natural beaches). We past great fig trees that hung not with figs but with hundreds of bats, some patrolling around the nest whilst many others screeched in the morning heat. Opposite, tied to a chain-link fence, a small handwritten sign notified that Novotel had killed many of the bats by cutting down the trees on the land where their hotel and its grounds now sat. Contemplating this we walked on toward the esplanade and its shops. Outside a souvenir shop, a black office chair propped open the glass door, a sign on its seat proclaiming it as a ‘Man Chair’ for those men requiring respite from a shopping trip with their wives/girlfriends. This brought a smirk to Alex’s face and a wish that every shop had such provision.
Hillsides of dark green rainforest cupped the bay, where the tide was out, leaving caramel wet sands dotted with the white of pelicans and gulls to stretch out to a distant sea. Along the promenade we quickly found the Lagoon by the noise of families playing in its shallow waters. Steel sculptures of tropical fish were renovated by workmen whilst lifeguards in yellow and red patrolled mahogany decking littered with sunbathers. We spent the best part of the day lazing in the tropical heat, only leaving as the shadows grew across the park. Back along the promenade uniformed school children made their way home as street art decorated our own path back.Läs mer
Kim and Alex
Rainbow Beach
Kim and Alex
Our Fraser Island group at Indian Head