What now follows is a more complete report of my holiday in Queensland, and anticipating a certain premiere, the theme word for this weekend's post is adventure.
To get on the mood beyond what my writing and photographing abilities can offer, I ask you to press Play on the following soundtrack while watching the photos.
To begin with, I flew up north to spend a week in Cairns to enjoy the sun and to take on some so-called adventure tours. The first tour was rather mild in terms of life-endangering hazards, but a lot of fun nevertheless. We drove around the Wooroonooran National Park and went swimming in rivers and waterfalls. The park is located about 800 meters above the sea level and the temperature drops a few degrees when you go up there, but still it's warm enough not to get chilly at all when swimming.
After a day in the rainforests, we travelled down to the Tully river for a whole day of white water rafting in the dangerous and snake-infested rapids. Oh boy what a cool ride it was! We had to paddle upstream a lot to keep the speed down, and maneuvre carefully to avoid getting to the wrong side of the stream. What I found surprising is that you can actually use the rocks as your advantage to give you direction instead of blindly trying to evade them.
We had an expert guide to help us, but still we managed to get stuck once, ended up swimming down the rapids more than a few times, and even capsized the boat twice (Well, it might've been partially deliberate).
The main journey for the week was a two-day sailing and diving trip out to the Great Barrier Reef. It was so fun that I had to write about it already a week ago. It wasn't as death-defying as I would've imagined, as no jellyfish or sharks were to be seen. The Stingray was probably the most poisonous fish we saw.
After the week, I didn't give up on adventuring, but went to Brisbane instead, where I spent 4 nights in total. I got to know the city, met a friend, saw the Anzac parade and went to an outdoors exposition. It's a nice-looking city, but there wasn't too much to do around.
Staying in Brisbane was more like a waiting stop for going on a 3-day tour to Fraser Island. It's the largest sand island in the world and is a world heritage listed site. We drove down a 75 miles long beach and explored the unseen (I wish) bushlands and rainforests to visit most of the popular sights along the way.
Eli Creek is a rainwater-formed creek that we ventured on to check that it was safe from crocodiles. At Lake Birrabeen we practiced our Boomerang throwing skills to prepare for defending against bats and dingoes.
The most difficult feat was to travel through this burning hot sand patch to reach Lake Wabby, and without finding water in the desert, we wouldn't have made it.
The nights we partied in a bar near the beach in the Eurong resort, feeling happy to be alive after all the dangers we encountered.
The stupidest thing I did was to enter the plane that flew back from Brisbane to Newcastle. I would've easily found a way to spend a week or two more in Queensland, camping or hiking, but perhaps I'll end up there again after the semester ends.
Now if you were actually listening to the tune, you must be anticipating for May 22nd as much as I am. Oh, I just can't wait!
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