Fraser Island

  To get to Rainbow Beach (the base before Fraser island) we had to endure a 14 hour bus journey...this again is another thing I will never be doing again in my life if I can possibly help it!

After arriving at Rainbow we had a pep talk before going onto Fraser the following day. During this pep talk we were told that by going in the sea we will die, if you see a dingo; cover your nipples!

 The following morning we packed our food, bags and tents into our cars. Off we went to the world’s biggest sand island. We pitched up at our camp...when I say camp, imagine the area behind a sand dune, nothing but sand. No toilet. No shower. No civilisation. Shit.

 That afternoon after setting up the tents, we went to Lake Wabbi, a 20 minute walk to a secluded lake next to a huge sand hill. We swam, rolled down the hill, relaxed and laughed. The last laugh. Upon going back to camp and cooking in near darkness we realised that this wasn’t going to be all fun and games. We went to bed (if you can call it that) whereupon we realised hiring sleeping bags was a good idea. Laying on them was the only slight bit of comfort we had for 2 nights. Everything was covered in sand. After a restless night’s sleep we got up for breakfast, there were flies everywhere. It was not pleasant.

 On this second day, we went to Eli Creek, Champagne falls and Indian Head. We were told that Indian head we would see sharks, dolphins, dugongs, sea turtles, fish and rays. We saw a turtles head. I got to drive that day which was scary for everyone else, but pretty cool for me.

 Once again we cooked in darkness, but we had egg fried rice (my ingenious idea!) which made it slightly better. Once again we had an uncomfortable and restless night’s sleep, so we were very happy to be leaving the island.

 However upon waking we found 2 cars had dead batteries. After our guide made countless trips back and forth for jump leads, we managed to get going. We went to lake Mckenzie, which was beautiful, however as it’s the most famous lake on the island it was very busy. When we reached the lake, one of the guys turned a car off, resulting in a flat battery again! So we got it going again (eventually) and off we went. After about half an hour one of the cars clutch went and we had to leave the car alone on the beach. Another 20 minutes and our tyre blew. Whilst waiting for it to be changed we were circled by a hungry looking dingo. After jumping up and making it crap itself we were on the (sand) road again. Until the lead car ran out of petrol.

 We arrived back at the hostel 4 hours late and full of sand. Seeing all the sights that i know most people will never get to see was amazing, however camping sucks. And camping in sand sucks even more. If you thought I was a diva before, never take me camping, I will show you diva!

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