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A bit
fauna
on the way. |
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And that at a motorway service station. |
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To anticipate: On Fraser Iceland we are
only three days.
Unfortunately Peterpans has recommended to embed the tour in
three nights at Rainbow Beach.
This "city" exists but really only to temporarily store the island
tourists, that means
there is nothing to
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You can visit
Carlo's Sandblow. A dune ... |
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which is often used for paragliding. |
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Respect-inspiring bee-thing that I encountered
along the way. A little more than a hornet. |
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The ants are also strange.
Is it an eye they are dragging? |
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When a city is called
Rainbow Beach, one may definitely expect a beach. |
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The hostel has a unique style again.
And a fine swimming pool. |
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Breakfast, lunch and dinner terrace. |
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The
common room,
in
which now
the so-called briefing for the tour is taking place. |
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This briefing
lasts over two hours, in which we have to watch
three videos, which overlap
a lot.
Immediately afterwards, the organizer tells us, that most of it
was of no interest to us, since we will have a guide there.
Then he warns us again from the brutal dingoes (more on that later).
The next morning, a large part is then again repeated ("slow is save").
This could have been done way shorter. |
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An unlucky group has to take place in the guide’s
car. |
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Loads of jellyfish on the way to the ferry. |
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This one looks quiet happier. |
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Our guide, Luke. A philosophical poet – and a
stroke of luck for us. |
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Well, sometimes his lectures are sorely long and
dramatic, but
spoken with so much enthusiasm that one will never be
bored. My favorites: "If you can not enjoy your life, put a gun in your
face and make space!" and "Fighting for peace is the same as fucking for
virginity!" |
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Finally on the island. With up to 60 mph we drive
over the beach. |
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Thanks to a long dry period, there are many deep
sandy places. Order: full throttle and through. Great! |
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Not everyone does it properly. |
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The rear vehicles have no chance if the car in
the front got stuck. |
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Often we have to cross deep water
ditches (some
deeper than here). |
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The only downside: As tribal elder I have taken
the first turn, because no one else wanted to. However, the second and third are the
crazy routes into the island.
There are such moguls that the baggage is flown
through the
whole
car and despite seatbelts
we felt
like lotto balls in the drawing device. Self-driving
would have been awesome, but thanks to our kamikaze drivers, it was
also this way sensational. |
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First stop:
Lake McKenzie. Because of cloud cover
not
that
impressive, but with tolerable temperatures. |
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Strange game of
our boys: Four stand in a row and the fifth fires a tennis ball on them. |
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Again and again it says: Off to the jeeps. We
drive to our camp. |
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This is it. Luckily, the tents are already set
up, in contrast to Noosa. |
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A big fly. Luke squeezes a kind of honey out of
the rear and our US-boy tastes it. Fly and US-boy are fine. |
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After all had a little rest, there is sort of a
party. With headache-Goon. |
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I brought my hammock again, ... |
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... I sleep in it in spite of my single tent.
Again soundly and long. |
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On the second day we
are banned in
Lukes Jeep. However, I can convince
him that it would be unfair to let
us stay
in it all day, because we
actually have four groups. Therefore, we may
change back
into a private jeep
after
after only
two turns. |
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Today we have some destinations: The beaches at the
Champagne pools, ... |
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... whose rocks are populated by coral seashell
things. |
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Of these beaches, there are some on the island.
But you shouldn’t swim in the sea because of sharks. |
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A cliff ... |
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... which is quite steep and deep.
But not the only reason to
keep
hold
of
my hat. |
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This is the
second. |
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Once again a stuck car. |
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Help is on the way. |
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The Eli
Creek. You can walk along a path upstream ... |
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... and then let
yourself
drift down. |
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However, this area is dangerous. |
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Here are namely the homicidal dingoes. |
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Quite honestly, I believe it's ridiculous that
they constantly
warn of these animals. They are small (!) dogs that are rather shy. Of course there are
stupid tourists who want to "play" with them and do not realize that the
dingo is provoked by it. Or drunks (true story!)
that fall
down
somewhere with a bag of chips that are sniffed
out by dingoes. Well, and if then
there
still
lies
a defenseless piece of man meat next to it,
they nibble a bit on ist.
It's
indicative that this story from 2001(!)
is used as an example
for the brutal nature of these animals. |
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A shipwreck (Maheno),
which is rotting on the coast since 1935. |
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Once again - in the cars to the camp. Overall, I have
about 2 hours driving time . |
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Girls. There are only three showers, but they
have to take one as soon as possible. Waiting time: approximately one
hour. |
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Nice view, but bad message. |
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However, this can’t spoil our Australia Day
celebration (01/26). Especially not for the red guys from
the (other) island. |
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Then
we already
go into our last day.
For not to get stuck in the tourist hordes, Luke
shoos us early in the morning
out of the tents (or hammock), so that we can leave the camp before 8
AM. Today, only Lake Wabby and
going home
is
on the
agenda. To the lake we have a half-hour walk through a
forest, which
as so often
offers a few
nice
pieces of
timber: |
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Lake
Wabby, which loses one yard by dune-moving every year. |
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The steep beach invites to ... |
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... Sandboarding. |
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Our boys want to try that, too. Doesn’t work
quite well. |
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The fish are very tame. And that in front of
Japanese! |
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Everything has an end.
We return to the hostel. There remain the memories
and the joy of ... |
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... not having booked with Pussy -Tours.
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Conclusion: Should you make the Fraser tour? No, you must! Especially if
you like to drive a car. You get quickly used to the
gear shift on the left and the often
stiff gears, and after that it's
just great fun to drive through the sand dunes. My Australia-highlight
so far.
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