After arriving late into Rainbow Beach from the glasshouse mountains, and finding that the tour we wanted didn’t start for another day, we were left with a day to kill around town.
So headed to ‘rainbow beach’. So called because there was an aborigine princess-type (beautiful of course), who was promised to an older man (boo) whom she didn’t love. In fact, she had fallen in love with the rainbow spirit (Yiningie). Now, when the evil older man (jealous no doubt) heard this, he went along to kill the lass with his evil killing boomerang, which was full of evil spirit. Fortunately, just as the girl was about to be killed, her rainbow lover threw himself in the way, and killed the evil boomerang, but was destroyed in the process – and his spirit infused the cliffs at rainbow beach with the colours of the rainbow.
I did not, however, get a pic I was happy with.. so you’ll have to make do with the story :)
So yes.. off to Fraser Island then, our group was 1 Irish, 1 Scot, 1 French and 6 German.. And it was lots of fun.
We had a pre-safari talk, Mhairi and I missed the part about how to stay Dingo Safe.. but caught the parts on how to dig your car out of sand (dig a bit, and then *reverse*).. how to let your tyres down a bit to that you have more grip?! and many other tips. After each of us had signed our firstborn away, we were given the keys to our van..
SO yes, on Friday morning we loaded up the vans, and off we started along the beach…
to get the barge across to Fraser. Mhairi had the first go at the wheel… and did a fine job getting through the deep sands at the bottom of the island, I think all of us were happy she was keen to take the first go.
We were heading Northwards towards Indian Head (the most northerly point we were allowed to drive to) and we took in a short walk to Rainbow (lots of those) Gorge on the way.
By the time we got to Indian Head..
.. the tide was coming in again, so our group headed off quickly to the champagne pools (so called ‘cos the surf smashes about in them and makes a hissing noise). Mhairi and I jogged back just in case we needed to move the car.
There we saw why our maps had marked Indian Head as being the most northerly point we were allowed to drive.
There were 5 ppl bogged down… we helped digging out a bit, but they kept sinking deeper… one hopes they got out alive, we had to retreat before the waves cut us off completely… I took the final leg through the soft upper sand high on the beach, and was quite happy when we finally got to our campsite for the evening – which was right down by the sea. Great company, yum food, crystal sky – perfecto.
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