Out of the frying pan and into the Fraser

Tuesday 17th May

Last night was hilarious; Daniel and I decided to grab an early one as we had to be up at 6am to catch our ride to Fraser Island, but we managed to convince two of the people in our room to go out and party on our behalf. It took a lot of ingenious peer pressure and speaking too fast for them to understand. When they got back at 3am they decided to wake us up and much laughter ensued, although i'm not sure the rest of the people in the room found it quite as funny - oops! When we woke up at 6 we discovered that, while we were sleeping, the two party-goers had hung our shoes of the walls and tied our towels to our beds. The pranks were well received by us, despite the early rise, and we reacted in kind by hanging their shoes of the lights; our comical way of saying goodbye. We managed to get lost again on our way to the meeting point for our tour, and when we called up the tour guide it was only to discover he was standing on the other side of the road.
We left Brisbane at 7am and made our way north, stopping briefly for lunch and a coffee, and eventually arrived at rainbow bay at around 11am. We had a brief stop to admire the view of the beach and then hopped on a ferry to take us over to the island. The tour started off with some casual belting it down the beach in a 4 wheel drive. Before we even reached the first stop we were lucky enough to see a dingo roaming along the beach (apparently the last two tours the guide had taken out hadn't seen any at all) and several photos were taken. We stopped for lunch by the dripping rocks, where the rocky landmass, dripping with water, met the beach. It was cold subway sandwiches on the menu, and they have never tasted so good! After lunch we journeyed onwards,ever north until we reached Eli Creek, where we were able to walk along a boardwalk, following the water upstream, taking pictures all the while, and then Daniel and I walked back to the beach in the creek itself. The water was incredible; not cold at all and clearer than the stuff you get coming out of your taps. After the creek we headed onwards to Indian Head, so named because when Captain Cook was busy discovering Australia he looked up at the head and, seeing aboriginals standing at the edge, mistook them for Indians and named the head accordingly. There were stunning views along the coastline and the weather was wonderful, allowing for, you guessed it, more fab picture oppourtunities. From the head we followed our tracks back to the shipwreck, the name of which eludes me, which was being towed to Japan to be used for scrap metal when the tow line broke and the ship ended up being beached on the shore of Fraser Island.
From the wreck we headed to Eurong, where we would be staying for the night. The room was lovely and once we had showered, in order toremove some of the sand, and dressed we headed over for dinner. The menu consisted of all you can eat mexican food, which bordered on the sublime, with chocolate cake for dessert. Dinner was followed by a brief spate of "Fuck, Paper, Scissors" with the fellow roommates, before heading over to the beach bar for a few drinks and some extremely vigourous table football. All in all it was a fantastic day on Fraser, and I can't wait for tomorrow, although it will be sad as well as it will be the last day of my travels with Daniel (ma Danish Boi - still not gangster enough to pull that off) as he is heading back down to Brisbane,while I continue my foray north. Anywho I must away to bed as I'm getting up in 5 hours for a swim before breakfast. Nighty night.