The pressure of being the official tour guide for my family had started to show. After a restless sleep for me we managed to get up and be at our pick up point for our day tour to Fraser Island. After my stress of being late I then had to endure 20 minutes of waiting for the Aussies to actually turn up, adding to my irrational fear of them not coming to get us. Luckily turn up they did and once on our little bus I visibly relaxed and may have dropped off for a moment of two as we drove towards the harbour for the ferry crossing. We got fantastic seats outside at the front of the boat but it did mean I was freezing. The Brits were still loving the mild sunshine however I was starting to feel autumn approaching, Australia has officially made me a softie. An hour later we had hit Fraser Island, the largest sand mass in the world. Our day was to be spent on a crazy bit 4×4 tour bus with Hayden at the helm. My experience of Australian tour guides was so far so good and Hayden was no exception, full of information and stories of the Island and his time as a tour bus driver although I didn’t retain much of the information as we were busy being thrown around as we careered over meandering sandy trails.
Our first stop was the incredible Lake McKenzie. The lake is made up of fresh water and rainwater and is so clear. After a dip in the silky smooth water and hundreds of pictures were taken it was back on the bus for some more wonderful sights. We experienced a quick tour of Central Station, the centre of the logging industry when logging had been the main source of income for the island and those on the mainland. Luckily when Australia was looking for World Heritage status for the island the condition was to shut down all of the logging.As a result the trees, both native and foreign were allowed to flourish and we were given a lesson in the flora and fauna, none of which I retained but I’m sure Michelle did… ask her about it.
Lunch was a simple affair in one of the complexes on the island but it gave us an opportunity to meet some our fellow tour-goers. We ended up with a newly-wed American couple and some elderly Australians who were mineralogists and were traveling all over Australia in their retirement. Our afternoon itinerary was a drive down 75 mile beach (not all of the 75 miles thank goodness). The beach is incredible and exceptionally vast save for the speeding tour busses and planes. It is basically the islands highway and is spotted with 80km speed limit signs and usually groups of people getting their 4×4’s stuck in the sand. We stopped at the Maheno Shipwreck which washed up of the island whilst being towed from Sydney in a cyclone. We also took in the coloured sand, which are made up 72 different colours (mostly reds and yellows) plus a lovely stroll up Eli Creek, more beautiful crystal clear water. Although as we made our way up the creek we didn’t quite realise the height of the water so we spent most of the journey clutching shorts as high as possible to avoid getting soaked. The shorter among us (cough, Michelle) may have gotten a little damper than the rest.
An invigorating day of adventuring and exploring and definitely worth a vast if one is ever on the East Coast. Especially to take in Lake McKenzie, which will remain one of the most incredible things I’ve done on this years travels.