East Coast: Week Four
Hey guys,
We are writing this from our very chilly cabin, just outside of a city called Ballarat. It’s actually a really beautiful part of Victoria- we have use of a (very old) car so have explored the area a bit now, going on a nice autumn walk and having lunch by the lake. Meanwhile, our time as farmers is going well! The work is easy, but just mind-numbingly boring- we stand at a “Grader ” (a giant conveyor belt thing) and pick out the misshapen, rotten or really big potatoes. Fun times!
Anyway, the East Coast trip is now a very distant, very warm, memory. But it’s nice to remember how far we have travelled- and hey, us on a potato farm just proves that anything can happen whilst travelling!
So, our last week travelling up to Cairns…it involved the Whitsundays, which we both agree has probably been the best place in Oz for us. It’s a group of 74 Islands that every backpacker out here talks about- and we were excited to be in buzzing Airlie Beach (where all the Whitsunday sailing trips leave from).
We were getting a bit worried about the boat we had chosen- SV Whitehaven- because no one else we met had really seemed to have heard of it. But it’s just because there are so many different boats to choose from- we only went with ours because it was one of the cheapest, recommended to us by the travel agent in Backpacker World Travel.
We had a few days to wait in Airlie before our trip, which we mostly spent at the beaut man-made lagoon (you can’t swim in the sea because of the “stingers”). We also had a fun night out, crashing our friend’s after party (all the sailing trips have after parties, but she was on the Clipper, a famous party boat, so we had a good dance!)
Because our trip was only one night, we left really early in the morning, so you still had a lot of time out on the water. The first day of the trip was spent snorkelling, and kayaking, and it was THE best day. The first spot we snorkelled at didn’t blow us away, but the second, Blue Pearl Bay, was magical; it was just so full of different fish and the water was crazy clear, we both kept coming out of the water saying how amazing it was. We couldn’t stop talking about it back on the boat after, and we definitely fell in love with snorkelling a bit. Of course, the trip was made even better by some great people we met on the boat. We also got the chance to sleep under the most amazing stars, which felt like a once-in-a-liftetime experience.
We learnt from the Whitsundays that a trip can never be completely perfect. It’s still an incredible beach, and we loved the view from the Hill Inlet lookout across the sand and the ocean, but the weather when we went to Whitehaven beach was cloudy and rainy the whole time we were there. As the beach on the East Coast we were probably most excited for (and for pictures at), this was a bit of a disappointment.
After a few more nights going out and sunbathing in Airlie, we had a five hour bus to Townsville, where the Magnetic Island ferry leaves from. We didn’t really know what to expect, but knew you could hire topless, bright pink Barbie cars to drive round in, so we were keen to go. We also knew the Hull girls, who we had spent time with up the coast, were going to be there, so the four of us hired the car together, and it was such a gorgeous day. It felt like “real” Australia; the island is like a tropical punch of paradise views and it was one of the most boiling hot days we’ve had! There were some beautifully quiet beaches perched in different corners of the island, the water was so warm to swim in, and we got close to rock wallabies and rainbow parakeets in the wild.
However, the day didn’t particularly go to plan: going up a really steep hill the clutch started to burn and we knew something was up. After having a sunset BBQ at beautiful Horseshoe Bay and dropping the girls off at their hostel, we were on our drive back to Base hostel at the other end of the island, when there was spluttering and stuttering, and the car came to a complete stop. On a corner, up a hill, with no street lights, and with our headlights not working either. It was a very scary moment for G-Squared, especially as neither of us had ever hired cars before…
As it happened, we were saved by a guardian angel in the form of a taxi driver called Grant. He barricaded us from danger, parking his car behind us so he could show buses whizzing round the bends we were stuck there. In the end, we managed to push Barbara the Barbie car into a ditch on the side of the road, and made it out alive. We even got a full refund the next day!
It’s fair to say we will never forget Magnetic Island. Even with the dramatic ending, we had lots of fun exploring, and we were excited to go with the Hull girls to Cairns.
Lots of love, the two Gs xx