Tin Can Bay
The local pod of dolphins arrive at the marina cafe every morning at 8 o'clock for their breakfast
Rainbow Beach
The fruit bats of Fraser Island, a bar of sand covered in rainforest approximately 1km from the main land, head back to shore every evening to feed. A black swirling cloud erupted from the horizon and slowly crept out across the bay and over our heads. Thousand of them, large, spindly, silken winged, poured like an inky river across the sky and into the trees behind us.
The Road
Rumbling away beneath our tyres, the hot tarmac of the Bruce Highway leads us hundreds of kilometres into the bush, over the Tropic of Capricorn towards the steamy depths of North Queensland.
Agnes Water and the Town of Seventeen Seventy
Upon arriving at our campsite in this historical area of Queensland (the site of Captain Cook's landing in 1770), the owner had to shoo away a troop of kangaroos grazing on our pitch. As they hopped away, we noticed a kookaburra stood in the grass wrestling a huge worm from the ground like a fisherman reeling in a mammoth catch. Watching this scene nervously from the shadows, a long, thin, bright green tree snake lay silent, its head pulled up above the tall grass. The same group of kangaroos would come thudding through the campsite the next morning, whistling right past our breakfast table before quickly slipping into the bush. At sunset, the entire local population of lorikeets would dart en masse from tree to tree, twisting and banking at full speed just above our heads. Their screeches and squawks filled the air, forcing us to shout at eachother to be heard, until an unknown signal sent them tearing into the sky and out of sight, leaving us with nothing but the chirps of crickets and the throaty croaks of the gang of toads who would huddle in the streaks of light beaming out of the shower block.
St Helen's Beach
A campsite all to ourselves right at the edge of the South Pacific Sea.
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