"I cannot sleep with just one shit!" insisted Sandra at the reception desk of Australia's worst hostel in chilly Mission Beach... Sandra finally got what she wanted but was then told that the door didn't have a lock - no worries man - totally laid back, dreadlock, power to the greens, peace and love and dog hairs everywhere. Argh, more reasons for us to go grey?
Prior to that, we had Devonshire tea with scones, jam and cream, seved by a glove-wearing hippie in Eungella national park. We were all well impressed with the protective hygienic wear (nice contrast to dog hairs) until we saw the lady smoking a fag with the glove on. Carry on, drink the tea with little finger in the air.
Even before then, we felt thristy. Europeans drink water when that happens. Australians fart. So we passed wind, squashed a koala - in truth, we have still not seen any of these little cuddly inventions - and snorkelled the barrier reef, or rather dragged good old Linda up and down the designated area. Last out of the water, last of the boat, many fish, splendid corals, even a turtle: bril.
Finally we relaxed in style in Bowen, off the usual tourist circuit but well on the wrinklie radar screen; beautiful and full of over 70ies, some naked, others clothed.
Eungella NP rally circuit. Our 4WD came first of course.
Jolly good, it must be Dev. Tea time.
I bet they never cross the road anyway.
Thirsty? Pump.
Youngsters in Bowen.
Rainbow fish on the Great Barrier Reef.
Great Barrier Reef.
We had the Big Mango for breakfast.
Cristian in paradise again.
Lynda thinking she is about to enter paradise. A minute later she realised that nude Australians were usually sagging and wrinkled, not a pretty sight.
Horseshoes Bay in Bowen.