Our flight up to
Brisbane was spectacular. We flew right over the Sydney Harbor and straight
up the coast. It confirmed my suspicion that this continent is basically one
long beach.
Brisbane feels much smaller than Melbourne and
Sydney. There’s also proportionately less to do, but they have free ferries
which will float you along the city’s downtown river. Another neat thing is
that Brisbane’s oldest suburb is set up on cliffs, which are open to the public
for rock climbing.
The most obvious
difference between Brisbane and the large southern cities was the weather. It’s
warmer and more humid. There are leaves on the trees, which indicated to us
that they don’t really have a winter…kind of like San Diego.
We met our Aussie
friend Mike 4 years ago in Yosemite while he was traveling through Canada and
the U.S. About a year ago we let him know we’d be coming to visit, and we’ve
been looking forward to it ever since. He lives just an hour south of Brisbane
along the Gold Coast. We still don’t
even know the name of his town…he just always refers to the coast.
Mike is a **single**
orthopedic surgeon who lives right along the ocean and whose beach cottage is
more like a sporting goods store. He spent the weekend showing us his 40 kilometer stretch of golden, sandy, people-free playground. We drove an hour south to Byron Bay, where we stood at the most eastern mainland point of Australia and partook
in some surfing and camping.
Closer to Mike’s
house (like right out his front door), we attempted stand-up paddle boarding.
This is much harder than it looks…especially in waves…and with blue jellyfish
sporadically floating just below surface. Don’t let this picture fool you…Mike
was able to capture the split second that Steve and I both stood up on our
boards at the same time.
After saying goodbye
to our buddy, we continued our journey north along the coast. From the day we put
Australia in our itinerary, we’ve been at a loss about the best form of
transportation. There’s a lot of distance to cover between the big stopovers.
We’ve asked heaps of people for advice and we always get a different answer…planes,
trains, buses, and some have even suggested to buy a car and then sell it
before we leave! In the end we decided to cover the southern half of the
country by plane and the northern half by bus. Even though this company has a
certain connotation in the U.S., we’re goin’ Greyhound style!
On our first leg from
Brisbane to Hervey Bay, you would have thought we had paid to be on a tour bus.
Our Greyhound driver loved to sit behind his microphone and inform us about all
the top spots we were passing.…like the Gympie Pie Shop, which won last year’s
national meat pie competition. He recounted Aboriginal legends and told of the
morning that the Australian people had “lost Steve Irwin”. All-in-all, it was
the most entertaining 5.5-hour bus ride I’ve ever been on.
Hervey Bay is a boring town with an odd combination
of retirees and backpackers. What it does have going for it are the humpback
whales that vacation here every year between their breeding grounds in the
Great Barrier Reef and their feeding grounds in Antarctica. Hervey Bay is
considered the whale-watching capital of the world (according to the people of
Hervey Bay), so we hopped aboard.
At this point in
their migration, the whales are not on a mission; they’re just relaxing in the
warm waters. So when a boat comes by, they get curious and playful. It’s the
interaction between the whales and the boats that makes Hervey Bay so unique.
Our boat had some
sort of sonar fish-finding technology that allowed us to track the whales. Once
we got close enough, the captain would shut down the motors and we would just
float until the whales got curious enough to come over for a look. The water
here is so clear and blue that you can easily track them underwater. We sat in
one spot for over an hour while two humpbacks put on a show.
They swim so close
around and underneath the boat that you’re within feet of touching them, and they
like to peak their humongous heads out of the water and look at you.
Humpbacks in the
Southern Hemisphere have black bodies with white bellies. They also have
barnacles on their skin and nodules on their heads, which they use as a sort of
GPS device.
Just off the mainland
from Hervey Bay is Fraser Island, the
world’s largest sand island. Instead of a landmass, they call it a “sandmass”.
It’s one of only two sandmasses in the world where rainforests grow completely
on sand. It’s a popular place to go 4x4ing, so we rented the most overpriced
car rental of all time, and ferried to the island. For the same money that we could
have rented a penthouse in Las Vegas for the night, we got JoJo…our 1985 Toyota
Land Cruiser.
4x4ing on Fraser
Island is famous because of the long stretch of sand highway called 75-Mile
Beach. It reminded me of driving on Daytona Beach, except that it’s all nature
and not a single building. We also had to remember to drive on the left-hand
side of “the road”, which is even harder to remember given that there are no
lanes.
Driving for hours
down a beach is just about what you would imagine…you look at pretty much the same
thing the whole time. But then again, how many times in life do you get the
opportunity to speed down a beach with the ocean lapping at your wheels? It’s a
freeing feeling, and Fraser does provide a couple of nice stopovers along the
way – like the Maheno shipwreck.
Driving on Fraser is
completely dominated by the tide schedule. There’s essentially no driving two
hours before or after high tide, so timing is critical. There are lots of
creeks and rocks to pass through. Nevermind that I don’t really know how to
drive a stick shift. I successfully navigated JoJo through my first creek
crossing.
We had been warned
not to swim in the waters off of Fraser further than waist deep because of the sharks. Waist
deep?!? That’s probably only like ten feet off-shore! The sharks are really
coming that close? We went about ankle-deep and called it good enough. Lucky
for us there were no shark sightings, but we did spot some dingos. There are
about 200-300 dingos who have their run of Fraser Island. They look like
harmless dogs, but they are hungry and known to be vicious. We had one lurking
around our campsite at night, but we did not get eaten.
Fraser also has over
40 freshwater lakes, which make up half of the world’s perched dune lakes –
meaning that they sit above the water table and are only fed by rainwater. At
Lake Wabby, you can run or slide right down the dune and straight into the lake.
There are also some
cool hikes where the rainforest switches from tropical to deciduous to
coniferous in a matter of steps. More often than not, they’re all mixed up
together.
Hands
down, our best memory of Fraser Island will be the camping. We got set up in a
spot called One Tree Rock right along 75-Mile Beach. For as far as our eyes
could see left and right, there was not a soul in sight. It was just us, JoJo,
sand, sunset, stars, and sunrise.
I just really can’t describe how beautiful it
was. You know those rare moments in life when you feel like you’re living in a
movie because everything around you is just absolutely perfect? This was it. It
was camping heaven.
