4WD across the sands of Fraser Island

When you “do the East Coast” there are two places that everyone talks about. The first is Fraser Island and the other is Whitehaven Beach on Whitsunday Island. Of course, I’ve been to both, but it’s so difficult to pick which one was my favourite. I think maybe by a hair, Fraser wins it. And I’ll let you know why. In quite a few words, be warned… this is a lengthy one. You also get a rare picture of me!

So, we arrived in Rainbow Beach a little late. We were due to be at a safety briefing at 4:00pm, the bus was due to arrive at 3:50pm but we had the most nervous driver who had a very particular way of putting all the bags in the luggage compartment under the coach. This meant that even though he made up the time between stops driving rather quickly, he took an extra long time at the stops so we were constantly running late; we finally got there at 4:20pm. As Aussies love to say though, no dramas! There was a fair number of people on that bus who were due on the same tour, so we all checked in (in record time) and then congregated out in the picnic area to have our briefing. We weren’t even the last people to arrive. There were a few people who had spent the afternoon at the beach who had just lost track of the time. Easily done and made us all feel better for being late too!

We were put into our car groups from the off and had a load of paperwork to get through. Waivers in case we died, absolving the company from any insurance claims? Sure, let me sign that one right there! No kidding, my signature was at the top of that list just ‘cos of where I was sitting at the table. Our group was a great mix. We had a couple of German friends, Janina and Herman who were towards the 30-mark, then there was me, Helen and another Brit called Claire all in our mid-20s and then three lovely student-types from the University of Leeds who managed to get a year out studying in Australia. How awesome is that? There was only one non-driver and there were at least five lots of decent music kicking about for the awesome sound system. After we introduced ourselves and got through all that paperwork, we had to sit through the most laborious State of Queensland “How to drive in sand” informational videos. I mean, the information given was a lot of common sense, but there was some important stuff in there too. We were slightly distracted by the terrible acting skills of the poor people made to be in this video!img_3607

Though we were all driving automatic 4WD cars, no one was keen to drive first, but Janina had been driving a campervan up the coast so was happy to take the first leg of the journey. To be fair, she didn’t drive again, having got it out of her system whereas everyone else – myself especially – hadn’t driven for a while and though a bit nervous, we were all quite excited to get behind the wheel. Most people had also seen the video that went viral last year, where some poor sod hadn’t put the handbrake on, and the car just rolled back into the sea off the barge. Luckily there was no one in it, but it transpired that the guilty backpacker who did it was part of a rival tour company, and we ended up meeting the tour guide who was leading the group when we got into a slightly sticky situation ourselves, but more on that later.

So, we were the last car in the line; we had the tour guide with 13 non-drivers in the lead vehicle with a trailer hanging off the back, then Car 2, Car 3 and then us. Theoretically, we had 3 lots of tyre tracks to drive through, and it would all be a piece of cake. Janina got us to the campsite where we dropped off the trailer with our food and drink for the three days. Herman took the second leg through a “road” that was only one car width across with the odd bay every so often to give way to oncoming traffic. Luckily, we did no need to give way to any oncoming traffic! The drive that Herman did had trees up on both sides, and just as we got into the darkest part, “Welcome to the Jungle” comes on shuffle on the stereo. Herman yells “Welcome to the Jungle? Fuck YEAH!” and the rest is history. Actually, the whole three days was spent singing along to whatever was on the music box. I must say we did a fantastic rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. img_3575

The only man in our car got us to Lake McKenzie and we were treated to a picture-perfect view of the beautiful crystal clear lake that is on all the postcards on Fraser Island! The sand was bright white, the sky was a deep blue with candy floss white clouds, the water was the clearest blue, even after it dropped off after about 10metres and the perfect temperature, and it was a lovely hour that we spent there, just floating about in the water. Getting hungry.

We were then told there’s a 15-minute drive to lunch, and I figured I would give it a go. Well, I kind of asked “So, anyone fancy driving?”, got no response and then someone said “Well volunteered, Deena,” and that’s how that happened. 15-minute drive? What’s the worst that could happen? Well. Danny, our guide, radios through that there’s a fairly steep hill made of soft sand. He says “Keep it straight and accelerate”. That’s the trick. Hold the steering wheel nice and tight and put your put down. You get the car up with sheer force of will. He all told us to chase him up the hill, which seems a little dangerous, if I’m telling the truth, but it means that you’re maintaining the right speed. Car 2 got stuck. We could see it from the back of the line that the car was slowing down and then it just stopped. Danny radios back “Car 2? What’s going on?” no response. Again, and again, he radios back and we hear nothing. Turns out, the radio in Car 2 was bust. Anyway, we all get told to reverse back down the hill to give Car 2 a nice big run up, pedal to the metal, if you will. We’re all shouting encouragement in our respective cars, but it’s not happening. Three times, Car 2 got stuck. The last time they got stuck, they couldn’t reverse out of it, so they started digging. Bad move. Danny yells down the radio that they should stop digging, and then jumps out his car, bombs it down the hill on the blazing hot sand and jumps up on to the ledge on the driver’s side, he wiggles and shifts the steering wheel, the car is now at the bottom of the hill, drivers switch over and eventually they make it up the hill. Car 3 and us in Car 4 have been watching this and I’m not going to lie, I was feeling a little nervous. Car 3 makes a go of it, gets slightly stuck they physically bounce their way out of it and carry on up. Then it’s our turn. My turn. Oh god.

I can see all the cars at the top of the hill and I will them to keep moving a little bit. I make it all the way up the hill, screams of encouragement ringing in my ears, all the way up, no problems, no dramas, but then I’m on the crest of the hill. I start shouting myself “Keep moving, go go GO, NO, No, no, I’m going to stop, oh dear. Standstill. Brilliant, I’m never gonna get out of this now!”. In hindsight, I should have just radioed ahead to tell them to give me some more space, but alas, hindsight, as they say, is 20/20. The cars all start moving, all thinking that we’re through the worst of it, but I just can’t get out of the sand. It’s churning up on my side at the front of the car, God knows what’s happening at the back, all I can see are six faces in the rear-view mirror! I reverse backwards a little, put my foot down, we get Danny on the radio telling me to put the little gear stick into low gear. It’s so tough and unused, I have to get Herman to drag it back for me from the seat behind me. I shift back into drive, and try again, only to have sand churn up on the passengers’ side. There’s a tailback behind us and I’m feeling really silly, but the guy from the car behind is already halfway up the hill. He gets out of his car, directs me back and back until we’re practically bumper to bumper, then he sticks his head in the window and grabs the radio. “Danny?” he says “is that you?” affirmative. “You’ve got the patience of a saint, I’ve been listening in on your channel. What’s she doing in low range? You need to get back up to high and just floor it.” I tell him I can’t shift that gear stick, he reaches across me, but it’s never gonna work. I was all for getting out and letting him drive it up, but instead he hands the radio back to Helen and says to me, “Right, forget the gears, put it in drive, hold the steering wheel straight and just bomb it up. You’ll be fine.”. So I did. And I was. We radioed back to him to say thanks, then we didn’t see them for the rest of the time we were on the island. We had a long stretch of road where no one was following us, I can only imagine how many more people got stuck after we did. I said to the car as a whole: “I don’t know about you, but I’m not hungry anymore,”. It was met with laughter.

Around an hour after we were expecting it, we finally got lunch, everyone sharing stories and quick one-liners that were going on when the radios weren’t running. Turns out, the dude who helped me out was the tour guide who lost a car because one of his backpackers forgot to put the handbrake on. There was a bit of light banter going on between Danny and this other guide on the radio channel, then he turned his dial back to their channel and that was that. Danny said he thought it might have been a little too early to make jokes about losing an entire car, so he took the teasing on the chin. img_3610

In the afternoon, we had a short stop at Eli Creek as it was on the way back to camp. Whilst the ambient temperature was in the early 30s, this water was ice cold. And drinkable. We were promised a longer stop at the creek the following day, but to be honest, all we wanted was a bit of a dip to cool off and then we were happy to get going again, as we wanted to set up our stuff, cook dinner and whatnot before it got too dark. We had the music blasting as we drove across the easy wet sand of the beach, looking out the windows for dolphins and stingrays through the splash of the waves. Then three things happened in quite quick succession.

Someone said “This is happiness, right here.”

The opening notes of “The dog days are over” start to play on the stereo (Happiness… hit her, like a train on a traaa-aaaahh-aaaaaaaaaack!)

We spot a sign for Happy Valley.

What an awesome day? It wasn’t quite over just yet.

We quickly cooked up a dinner and ate together with our new friends. Much goon was drunk and many card games were played. The sky was lit up with the stars. The Milky Way was clearly visible and so after dinner, we all took a walk on up to the beach to enjoy the sky. It was magical.

The following morning, after my first ever night in a tent, we set off for the Champagne Pools. This was special because the rock formation was such that you could swim in sea water without the worry of stingers like jellyfish, rays and of course the bigger nasties like sharks. When the water came rushing in to the pools it was full of bubbles, hence the name “Champagne Pools”. Plus, Thierry got a bit tipsy. There must be something in the water that affects minions and has nothing to do with my photography skills whatsoever…!

img_6755We spent an hour or so there, then headed off to Eli Creek again, with the promise of rubber tubes so you could float down the lazy river. We headed back to camp for lunch as it was on the right end of the island. In the afternoon, we visited one of the most famous shipwrecks in the world.

Maheno Shipwreck is truly incredible to look at, mostly because of the size of it, but also because it has endured so much any yet is still very much intact. The story of the shipwreck can be found all over the internet. If you want to have a read.

On the way back to camp, we stopped off at The Pinnacles, which are some cool rocks with multiple layers of different colours.

Later in the afternoon, we were sent on a walk over sand dunes to watch the sun set over the forests. Have you ever walked up a hill made of sand? It was a serious workout, let me tell you. Beautiful, but hard work. The boys got bored sitting at the top of the dune, and being fair, there were so many clouds in the sky that you couldn’t even see the sun, let alone see where it was going to set. One benefit of this was that the girls sat up at the top and shared stories about our travels and we worked out exactly where people had seen people before. Those two girls from Australia Zoo and the Noosa Everglades? They’re sisters, but you’d never guess it! Ella and Flo became a part of our trip through the Whitsundays and Cairns as well as some others too.

When we decided that we’d spent enough time swatting honey flies away, we made the journey back to camp. It was much easier to walk down the dune than up it! We were treated to a BBQ cooked by the guys because apparently, the idea that only men should cook with fire is a thing all around the world, and we made it back just as the sausages were going on the heat. Perfect timing. Much goon was drunk and many card games were played. Dancing happened and I may or may not have impressed some people with the fact that I know all the words to Chumba Wumba’s “I get knocked down”. The sky was lit up with the stars. The Milky Way was clearly visible and so after dinner, we all took another walk on up to the beach to enjoy the sky. It was still magical.

The last morning, we drove on to Lake Wabby, which is another freshwater lake, but there were fish in the water! Little ones that like to nibble all the dead skin off of you, and bigger catfish that (thankfully) kept their distance. We had a fair few of the girls who had got sunburnt earlier on their travels, and they were at that really itchy and irritable peeling stage. The fish helped us out here. Seriously, they bit it all away, revealing the nice new skin! Fascinating to watch too! After we were done getting bitten, we headed back to the cars, had our last lunch together on the beach and took some great pictures with our car groups. We also spotted a rare plumed whistling duck.

img_3608And we finally saw a dingo! We’d been warned about these wild dogs, but we hadn’t heard so much as a bark, let alone a howl, so everyone got a bit snap-happy with the skinny looking dingo. It was a nice ending to our Fraser Island adventure, having been warned about the wild dogs for the best part of the trip, as after that we just needed to do the last few kilometres on up the barge and head back to civilisation at Rainbow Beach. img_3620-1

Happily, everyone was staying at the same hostel, it’s just the way that the tour works which was lovely. Even better than that? Most people were heading off to Airlie Beach on the Greyhound the following day, some of whom were going to be staying in the same hostels so we could coordinate more meet-ups along the way. It’s like travelling with a little family!


Noosa is National Park-Central!

Australia is a truly beautiful country. It is basically made up of National Parks and UNESCO World Heritage Sites with various sized settlements of people and vast areas of uninhabitable outback dotted between them. It is also full of plants and animals that you can pretty much only find here (I learned the word for that the other day – endemic. You’re welcome). img_3554

I’d been told that Noosa is beautiful, and I was not to be disappointed. There are only two lots of Everglades in the world, one of them is here in Noosa and the other is out in Florida. They are very particular ecosystems in the tropical wetlands made up of rivers, estuaries, glass-like reflective waters, Tea-Tree and mangrove trees. In fact, the water is so still and dark, due in part to the tannins from the Tea-Tree Tree, that you can capture the purest photographic reflections, as if the camera (or iPhone) were pointed directly in to a mirror. img_3531

We went on an Everglades discovery tour which was a full day made up of a boat ride and a canoe trip. For some reason, this whole travelling malarkey has got me embracing physical activity and all sorts of other things that I would never ordinarily even consider. Like holding animals that could theoretically eat me, but that’s a story for another day! Now, of course I’m nothing of an expert when it comes to these small-boat-type activities, having set foot in a canoe once and a kayak twice in my life, but I can say that I much prefer kayaking. You get a double-headed paddle in a kayak, and only a one-sided paddle in a canoe. Or maybe it’s just because I’ve only ever been in a kayak with another person who knows what they’re doing, and only ever in a canoe with Helen, who has also never canoed. Who knows? What is unquestionable is that water lilies are really pretty. And we saw those two girls again. Yet none of us knew how well we’d get to know one another at this point.img_3520

Helen and I went on the coastal walk along the Noosa coastline and it was a lovely day. The colour of the water was the brightest turquoise I have ever seen, as far out to the horizon that you can see. The sky was equally bright and looking through sunglasses lenses was impressive, but taking them off for just a second really took my breath away. So did the walk itself… I am seriously unfit and really not looking forward to the hiking through the outback in a few weeks…

img_3561There are specific things that you should see along the way. The first part goes through a wooded section of the Noosa National Park, and you’re advised to keep your eyes peeled for wild koalas. Helen’s augmented vision didn’t fail us, and she spotted one of the snoozing marsupials high up in the trees. We took a load of pictures and attracted a bunch of tourists along the path too. One of them managed to find another one on the other side of the path. What I found really interesting was that neither of the furry pals were even in eucalyptus gum trees. Maybe they weren’t hungry? Explains why they didn’t go for the proffered banana… img_3560

Further along the path, we made it across maybe four or five different beaches and at least a couple of bays that looked like good spots for a nice beach afternoon picnic or whatever. We definitely walked through a nudist beach too. Luckily it wasn’t overly populated, but it was quite funny because I literally just said “this is a really nice stretch of beach, I wonder why there aren’t that many people here…?” and then we saw a rather large lady laid out in the sun without a thread of clothing, and it all made perfect sense!img_3564

Around halfway through the walking trail was a spot called Dolphin Point, and since it was really hot, we’d decided earlier that once we got there, we would assess whether we wanted to continue or turn back. Still in good spirits, despite not seeing any dolphins, we continued along the coastal walk. The next stop was a bunch of rocks that looked really treacherous but had people all over them. There was a nice bench at the top overlooking the rocks and the blue ocean with the sunlight rippling across the surface of the water, so we sat and had a quick snack. img_3569The next stop was the highlight of the walk. Called “Hell’s Gates”, there was a beautiful rock formation that we saw from the top. Of a lovely cliff with no railings. Like, it would have been really easy to overstep the mark on this one, and fall to my death screaming, but I’m still here, so you know I didn’t do anything silly! Beauty comes at a terrible price, and it’s important to know when to draw the line. I think Noosa balances this line perfectly. They do great fro-yo too.img_3552

A day at the Zoo

Australia Zoo is so important that there is a stop on the Greyhound bus for it, with promises of a space to store your luggage along the way to wherever your next stop is. We booked to arrive before 9am on a Sunday, paid our entrance fee and went off in search for this illusive storage facility. When we got to the lockers, one look told me that my beast of a bag was not going to fit. There was a girl sitting there with her backpack, slathering herself with sunscreen (great shout… the sun in Australia is stronger than anywhere else on the planet due to the location of a certain hole in the ozone layer…) who told us that if our bags didn’t fit, there was a storage room behind the shop. Trouble is, the shop was miles away. It wasn’t really, it just felt like it. I dragged my suitcase all the way over and the lady behind the counter said with such conviction that the bags would fit. We had to go to the shop for change anyway, since the locker storage computer system only took coins and then we trudged all the way back again, hoping she was right. img_3483

There were a couple of girls who had managed to fit their backpacks into a locker, so Helen was happier, but I was still very sceptical. These two girls asked if we needed any help, we said no thanks and they got on their way. These girls become important later on, I promise. We finally managed to get the bags shoved into a locker each, we were both very sweaty and out of breath from the effort of hitching my suitcase up to the second level of lockers (the computer system automatically assigns you a locker!) but we were ready to see what Australia zoo had to offer.

Right outside the locker facility there was a little “enclosure” with a sign that said “Can you spot us? We’re tawny frogmouths”. Obviously not knowing what we were looking for, it took us a while, but there were these two owls, completely camouflaged against the trees. They hardly moved at all, but were so beautiful with their massive eyes. A short walk away was a giant iguana tank, with this lizard that was so long; apparently it’s tail often gets mistaken for a snake. He’s a mean looking dude, but he was secured away with plenty of space, I might add. Around the corner we were just in time for a quick talk about giant tortoises, who are magestic creatures. Quite happy to plod along at their own pace. img_3470

That was one thing that I really enjoyed about Australia Zoo. The animals are given more free reign than the humans. Native lizards just hang out amongst the walkways and birds swoop in and out of the canopies above. “Africa” was visible across a massive body of water and greenery, where there were giraffes and zebras, rhinos and meerkat. Possibly lemurs (I get confused, and animals aren’t actually a favourite of mine).

In “South East Asia”, there were baby Sumatran tigers who were adorable! The park rangers are so into the animals, and these tigers were only a few months old, but the bond that they had was really nice to see. There was a show we went to with the tigers, but it wasn’t choreographed or forced. They stated at the beginning of the demo that they were just trying to tease out the playful nature of the tigers, especially in the water. There were a brother and a sister and another tiger who was a little bit older. They were talking about how they let them bite a little, but were trying to teach the tigers when was too much biting. Seemed a little dangerous to me, letting a tiger bite your arm, but they know much more about bringing up baby animals than I do, so there you go. img_3486

There was a nice little area that had cassowaries right next to the koala sanctuary area. I’d never heard of a cassowary before, but it’s basically a giant bird. Looked a bit like an emu, but it was black. But its head was a brilliant turquoise colour. We happened to walk past when he was feeling a little peckish. Oh my goodness, there was a massive bucket of chopped up fruit. When I say chopped up, the un-peeled banana was cut into maybe four pieces. Giant tomatoes were just in half, as were apples and other bits and pieces. I’m pretty sure there was some melon in the mix too. So anyway, this cassowary is a bird, right? And birds don’t really have teeth. They just swallowed these hunks of fruit down in one go, and you could literally see them sliding down its throat. Made your skin feel a bit weird!

Another name for this place is “The Steve Irwin Zoo”, and there are life-size cut-outs, posters and photos of the man himself, his family and his life’s work everywhere. Half of the places you could go to were named after his daughter, Bindi, and there are galleries of his son, Robert’s photography that you can buy. After the main show at the Crocoseum (yes, they went there with the pun-ny name!!), there was a whole montage of Bindi when she was on Dancing with the Stars in the States, with her talking about how she danced for her dad and what-have-you. I mean, it was nice that the place very much still has that family-feeling, and of course it’s a zoo, so there are going to be lots of children around, but at certain points, I did feel like they were kind of milking it just a little bit.  img_3485

 Of course there are koalas and kangaroos at Australia Zoo! So obviously, everyone knows that koalas basically spend all their time asleep or snoozing, but I was really surprised to know that they do this for 18-22 hours a day! What a life. I managed to snap this when the koala was actually awake, but still sleepy-looking! img_3475

The kangaroos were in their own park, and you basically walked through their enclosure. They had a couple of pools to cool off in when it got a bit hot, plus a river and a bridge. What I really liked was that you could just hop up to a kangaroo and if could choose to leave if it didn’t wanna hangout with you. No cages, glass windows to stare through. It was cool. img_3493

A whole week in Brizzy

One amazing thing about travelling the world is the friends that you make along the way, and seeing them in other places around our beautiful planet, catching up years after first meeting. And you know what? When you meet them for the first time, you can easily get a vibe as to whether your paths are going to cross again or not. For me, there is a lovely list of people who will know who they are.

For example, I will make it across Germany to see a series of lovelies I met at the beginning of last year: a gorgeous couple, a high school teacher and another fellow travelling nomad! And another dude who may eventually settle back in Germany or perhaps the Netherlands, possibly Vietnam… I mean, with this guy, your guess is as good as his! Then the States, Italy and France are other places that I’ll be able to catch some incredible people I met whilst I was living in Siem Reap. And I’d definitely have places in Siem Reap to stay. Sticking in Asia, I’ve got a friend in Singapore, one currently in Myanmar, but she might end up somewhere else, and a similar story for a gorgeous girl who’s currently working out in Indonesia. If I ever go to Toronto, Canada yhere are more than a few awesome people I’ll want to catch up with… like if don’t make time to visit a certain aesthetician, I will be murdered in my sleep. Or more likely I’ll have to deal with some serious emotional blackmail! The other Canadian may end up living in Australia forever more, but I’m going to see him in Cairns anyway.

In any case, from time to time, you get the opportunity to stay with friends for a bit, which means you save on accommodation costs AND get to escape the hostel environment for a few days. Helen’s friend Hannah was more than happy to host us for a full week and made our stay so homely and lovely! No really, she could not have been a better host and I look forward to the time I can do the same for any of my travel buddies when I’m settled in a physical location for more than two weeks!

Usually, backpackers don’t spend too long in Brisbane, because at the end of the day, a city is a city and by this point along the coast, you’ve either seen Melbourne and Sydney, or they’re on your list of places you want to go anyway. Like, there is a giant wheel (like the London Eye) in Melbourne.img_3398-2 There’s another one in Sydney’s Darling Harbour. And you guessed it, there’s one in Brisbane too. Severely sponsored by Channel 7. They all have a State Library, though I never actually went in to the one in Sydney for NSW as it was closed for public holiday around Christmas and New Year’s on the day I was in the vicinity. They each have a different transport system and a different card to operate each one (honestly, it feels like I’m just collecting them – the mkyi, the Opal and now the go Card). And of course, all three cities have a body of water running through them. Melbourne has the Yarra and Sydney has the harbour, and Brisbane has the River Brisbane (not a joke, I did just have to Google it, and that is the incredibly original name given to the river that runs through Brisbane). Each of those cities (and Surfer’s Paradise too, if I’m being honest) has a lovely skyline that is all lit up and sparkly at night. img_3394

Where Brisbane differs – and in my opinion, really shines – is that it is its own city. As the Southernmost point of Queensland, Brisbane doesn’t get caught up in the [sort of] friendly rivalry between Victoria and New South Wales, or more specifically Melbourne and Sydney. Because of this, I feel like Brisbane can stand proud, with its wonderful climate all year round, its brilliant parklands and cultural focus without fear of having to keep up with the other two cities. I’ve found there is more of a presence of the aboriginal people in Queensland than in the rest of Australia that I’ve seen to date. I’m sure that will change significantly by the time I get to Uluru, but from where I’m sitting right now writing this (on 17/01/17 in Noosa) I feel like there is more of an effort put into the people who actually lived here before White Man came over from England to claim this land for himself.

Since we weren’t spending anything on accommodation, we did splash out for a couple of meals. Don’t get me wrong, we cooked pasta, made chicken sandwiches and bought frozen pizzas, but one night we went to an awesome burger joint. I’m saving up a bunch of reviews for burgers that I’ll post another day, similar to this one I did a few months back. Anyway, I had a naked burger and seriously, with the massive serving of salad, it looked like more food than the plates with chips piled up on them! This place is also famed for its cocktails. They have weird things in them like popping candy and fairy floss. Intrigued, I had to try it, and I wasn’t disappointed at all!img_3422

Southbank was a great area, currently going through some regeneration work to make it even more lovely. Naturally, we walked through the beautiful parklands around the city, and I was very impressed that there were over-head canopies of flowers and plant-life that doubled up as great shade as you walked through the park. There is a cute little man-made beach that you lounge about in the midle of the city which is a bit weird, but a nice place to hang out. To escape the heat, we went to the cinema one evening to see Moana, which is the latest Disney movie out. Personally though, I think my highlight was GOMA which is the Gallery of Modern Art. Of course, it was air-conditioned, and that makes everyone happy, but as far as modern art goes, this place was brilliant. Generally speaking, I don’t take a lot of pictures in museums and art galleries, but this place was different. I’ll let the pictures do the talking, but if anything causes confusion, here is the website, and I’ll be happy to answer any questions! In fact, I’d quite like to hear what you think to some of these pieces.

We also visited Mount Coot-Tha which was a great use of a morning! Great views over the city, and nice green stuff  in the form of a Botanical Garden to look at along the trek down the mountain. At the bottom, there is a planetarium and museum dedicated to space hich was cool to have a look around.

All in all, I really liked Brisbane, and urge people to go visit. After all, just because you’ve seen one city, doesn’t mean you’ve seen them all. Not with all their little nuances and quirks, and you only really get to experience them with people who live in the area or if you’re lucky enough to spend weeks if not months in the same place.