It's like another world here. A parallel universe called Fraser Island.
Every where you look it is beautiful. Nature has also made it quite diverse in scenery and biodiversity of the life.
The casualness suits me too. I love a place where everyone runs around in bare feet or thongs (Not bum floss undies), looking windswept and smelling of fish guts. There is something very authentic about it.
The island also has a lovely comradery about it. We got bogged to the axles, trying to get up a deep sandy uphill track, the other day. So in seconds we have about 20 people piling out of off road vehicles with snatch straps ( Not undies) and spades to give us a hand. After lots of people scraping sand from under the chassis, pushing and towing we were free. Every one was friendly, practical, enthusiastic. It was fun. Many hands made light work and lots of whoops of joy and grins, when the Nissan was back on solid ground. No such thing as stress and road rage on a holiday island.
Garry helped some young tourists a few days before with a boiled dry hire vehicle.
Even when swimming in the champagne pools, it was lovely having young people chatting with me excitedly, as the bubbles of salt water foamed around us. On the main land, youth often act like they are a bit too special to talk to old fat ladies. Here in paradise they glow with the joy of life and are enthusiastically friendly.
Yesterday we moved from the camp ground at Dundabara to the beach further south. The new camp is just above the high tide mark, nestled amongst the Casurina's and dune grass. We have a phone signal here, heaps of sun for the solar panel and a clear satalite tv picture.
We plan on exploring the lower part of the island from here and do a bit if beach fishing.
Water, supplies and waste disposal are close by too. The only negative is Dingo's roaming around. They are not causing us any dramas though.
Enough of me raving on. See ya. X
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