Wonga Beach

The Great Barrier Reef tourist road loops round the coastline from canoes leading us to our destination Wonga Beach , you could smell the bite of sea air as soon as you arrived, the first few days it rained , a natural untouched golden beach, swimming was a no go , the local wildlife with sharp teeth tended to put people off being dragged into the blue yonder.
Funny thing was at the entrance to the beach there’s signs warning you of crocs and stingers and a Australian flag, I can see it now , you could be getting either eaten by a croc , stung by stingers as your countries flag flys in the wind, proud to be Ozzie!?

Each morning we’d take Billy for a walk on beach and every morning the tide would of changed, some mornings the water would be like glass ,so inviting but you got a sense of something lurking , waiting!? We found out around a month ago, a chap was sleeping on the beach in his sleeping bag and during the night a croc decided to come up and drag him out , it was the bag that saved him as it enabled him to wriggle free! Only in Australia!. I have to say we didn’t see a peak from a croc and the shark seen off the beach the other day , we didn’t see either ,whether that’s a good thing?
10 whole nights went so quick ,Days slowed down but time seemed to disappear and before you know it dusk would be creeping in! Paul brought a fishing Rod , no idea , casting at the start would be a flop, meeting fellow travelers happy to lead a helping hand gave the beginner tips!

We meet some interesting characters from the management of the site to the caravan goers, happy to big up that ego by how alright they are because they are a white Australian male? , how they have a big house with 5 or 6 bedrooms (which we never worked out why he didn’t know how many he actually had!) all paid off and will keep travelling until they feel like going home!? Big custom build Ram cars , pulling big brand new caravans for big fat Ozzies that didn’t move all day unless it was for breakfast , cake or beer! No wonder we are the fatest nation.

Trying to stay humble and being thankful and blessed to have a mobile home after 10days rest ,the mystery bus was cleaned from top to toe, from all the red dust took on from Chilllaoe, CB radio purchased coming though Carines and installed by a local called John, which we released very quickly we need from our short trip out West , repairs completed , for some reason things break , drop off or get lost, also you learn what works and dose’nt with regards to space and “things” - time to enter the Daintree.Read more