When I found out that we were going to stay at a Caravan Park in Byron Bay – horrified would not be a strong enough word to describe how I felt. I was thinking it would be a dirty and gross trailer park but when we got to our accommodation, I was pleasantly surprised. My 2 “lads” and I had a mini cabin all to ourselves that came equipped with separate bedrooms and everything. This was going to be the first time since we started off in Alice Springs that we all weren’t going to be sleeping in the same room. Can you sense a little bit of separation anxiety on my part?
Anyway, for some strange reason, that was enough incentive for the 3 of us to start telling each other ghost stories. Despite the fact that I may have been mildly spooked when the stories were done, we all said goodnight and went off to bed. Unfortunately, I woke up in the middle of the night in need for a quick bathroom run. Half asleep, I stumbled into the bathroom only to see what I would describe as a giant cockroach the size of my palm scurrying along on the floor and was throughly frightened. I had visions of cockroaches covering our cabin as though we were stuck in a movie about the world’s end floating in my head.
After coming back to reality for a second, I thought it was best not to wake the lads and attempted to stuff my duvet everywhere that the cockroach could crawl and tried to go back to bed. Thankfully, before I knew it, the sun had risen once again and after careful inspection of the bathroom, there was no cockroach to be found. Not sure if I have my overactive imagination to thank for another sleepless night or if we had actually been visited by the world’s largest cockroach. Guess I’ll never know.
View of the beach
In a blink of an eye (otherwise known as a super long nap on the bus) I went from the flashy extravagance of Surfers Paradise to the little hippie town of Byron Bay. Both packed to the gills with tourists this time of year but each sporting a very different crowd. Regardless, I wasn’t overally enthused with all there was to do in Byron Bay aside from eating scoop after scoop of ice cream (In The Pink is my new second home!) so I opted to do the “leisurely walk” to Cape Byron Lighthouse to help burn off some of the calories I was so quickly packing on.
After breakfast, the English Rose and I sent off on our journey. There may have been a quick stop in town
Cape Byron Lighthouse
to get ourselves a little WiFi (strange the things people bond over…) before making our way to the path leading up to the lighthouse. We made our way from the streets to a boardwalk to a bush area and then to a parking lot. Yes, I said PARKING LOT! It took a little searching before we found the track again and were back on track to complete our walk.
After a little stroll by a beach, we were hitting stairs and uphill slopes like no tomorrow. Despite the fact that this uphill trek reminded me of heart attack hill, I was throughly enjoying myself. Photos were taken of this, that, and everything else. Stops to spot dolphins happened at every other bench we came across. We were also constantly veering off the track to the look outs for better pictures and possibly shake the Croc wearing stalker who had started tailing us half way through the walk.
In the end what was supposed to be a 2 hour walk ended up taking half a day but all I have to say about that was it was a perfect good way to waste an other beautiful day in Australia.
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The View From The 20th Floor
Surfer’s paradise on the Gold Coast was the next stop for us and we were staying at the Vibe Hotel. I don’t know if it was due to the fact that I’m somewhat of a “flashpacker” at best or if it was just the weeks of slumming it but the highlight of this area was the hotel. After a quick tour of the town, I came to the conclusion that I wanted to spend the bulk of my time in our room and taking in a little luxury before our next stop.
I wasn’t alone on this opinion as the ones I was rooming with (my trusty 2 sidekicks all the way from Alice Springs) felt the same way. This area resembles Miami a lot more than it does paradise (sorry, for the dig on Miami…). It has overcrowded and mediocre beaches and was a tourist destination done up in that amusement park sort of feel. It was commercial and nothing to write home about. The feeling of the area was best summed up by my Irish lads roomie, “Girl, look at that body!”. Even though the area was less than desirable, it allowed me to take the time off needed to recoup for the remainder of the trip.
The Best Of The Bunch
It was decided that New Years would be a fancy dress night. To be perfectly honest, I don’t understand the obsession with fancy dress on this side of the world – they won’t do Halloween but any given Tuesday, there they are wearing the best threads that can be found in a tickle trunk. WEIRD!
I hate to admit it but with all my reservation and hesitation, I have to say that New Years was a good laugh. This year, I was on Fraser Island and celebrating at a place on our resort called the Dingo Bar. There isn’t anything special about New Years on Fraser Island or the Dingo Bar for that matter. What made the night was two fellow travellers in drag. Hats off to these two that will remain nameless but managed to make my New Years memorable with their shenanigans and getting the rest of us in the spirit of fancy dress for the evening.
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The photo that lead to the "wet pants" incident!
New Years Eve was around the corner and I found myself on Fraser Island (sans march flies…believe it or not!). If I was a sane human being, I would have had an easy day involving a cat nap in order to prepare for the evening celebrations. Sadly, sanity is one of those qualities that I lack and due to this, I decided to get as much into one day as humanly possible.
The day started out at a reasonable hour (please take this with a grain of salt as I’m starting to think of 8am as a lie-in nowadays) and I was off with 4 others on a full day beauty spots tour of Fraser Island. What was on the agenda for the day was Lake Mackenzie, Central Station, a walk, a shipwreck, 75 mile beach, coloured sands, and Eli Creek amongst other things. What wasn’t advertised was the fact that I’d be visiting the bulk of these locations sans pants.
What happened this time around (yes, this is the second time that I’ve found myself on a tour sans pants) was that I was looking to get the ultimate photo of the Maheno Shipwreck when a wave came out of nowhere and drenched me from the waist down. Damn sea – always out to get me! By the time I had made it back to the bus, it was obvious that I was going to have to pull off my shorts as they had managed to soak up half the sea. Have no fear though, I had a semi-wet and rather sandy towel to keep myself decent in order to avoid the disapproving looks of the families on our tour for the rest of the day. That said, pants or not pants, this tour has been the highlight of the east coast of Australia. My only advice is that if you’re going to do it – it might be advisable to bring a change of clothes.
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