Fraser Island Finale

By Monday morning, I was never so happy to be headed home! I missed Jon terribly and I was baffled at how some of the guys from the UK managed to stay drunk straight through our trip. Silence on the car drive home would be a welcome sound; the Scottish blokes hadn't stopped with the banter in three days and through their thick accents you could really only understand the obscenities, which was more than likely 3/4 of what they were saying. Fookin' Nobs they were.

(While I was on Fraser, The Easter Bibly brought Jon lots of chocolates!)


We were all excited to be visiting another freshwater lake on the island since Lake Wobby was so beautiful. It was really hot and we were advised not to swim in the ocean by the tour operator, so the lake was looking good. The downside was today would be another day of inland track driving which is so bumpy & uncomfortable for the passengers and stressful for the driver. We had all been on the grog the night before, so it was a wonder that no one tossed their cookies in all of the jostling!

We left nice and early from our campsite to beat the traffic (yes, we are on an island with no roads and there is still heaps of traffic) and take much sought naps on the shores of Lake MacKenzie. It was quite lovely, but cold & quite frankly at that point all anyone wanted was to not have sand on every square inch of their body, their belongings, the truck. We really just wanted to get off this effin' sand dune & have a shower.



On the drive back, we had heaps of time to kill so we stopped at Central Station, which is an information center that is one of the first places you pass coming onto the island from the ferry. More notably, it is the only place you can fill your water jugs from a spigot with drinkable water according to our tour operator =)





We had the traditional "end of camping trip" smorgsboard when you eat everything that is left over. It yielded some pretty nasty results. It has always made me laugh that when you buy cheap store brand cheese, it is just labelled "Australian Tasty Cheese." It doesn't pretend to be imitation cheddar, swiss or any other type of cheese. It is what it is, generic cheese, but it's not tasty. It's pretty damn gross. Paired with the remainder of the "backpacker's meat" package we tried to make spaghetti with bolognese sauce. I still don't think the "backpacker's meat" package had any real meat in it other than roadkill. Shudder. While we were lunching, a hungry goana emerged into our little picnic grove. It was crawling into our packs and pots looking for food. It clearly had lost all fear of humans and simply saw us as a meal ticket. Hysterical.


(Can you believe that outlook is made of compacted sand?!?)


We spent a few quick minutes reading the information kiosks and left knowing more about logging and sand mining than I think any of us ever cared to know! We wanted to get in line for the ferry to be sure that we would be able to get on the 2:00 one and be back on time. We got in line and waited and waited. It was touch a go there for a bit, but good old Rollie, was the last truck to fit on the barge. We waved goodbye to the heap of sand and set off for home sweet hostel.


We did a quick gear unload & I was off like a shot. I couldn't wait to get home and shower with soap in my own shower and see Jonathan. I rang him from the road and he told me he was finishing heaps of cleaning and you could hear in his voice he was obviously rushing around and flustered. I was so excited and thought it was such a sweet gesture considering he worked such long hours over the weekend, and I get home to find him flustered, but the apartment still in the state I left it in on Friday. When I asked Jon what he meant, he just gave a big smile and sheepishly said he had to do heaps of cleaning to tidy up the big mess he made to bring the unit back to status quo. I don't think I've laughed that hard in a long time!

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Fraser Island Trip