On ANZAC (Australia and New Zealand Army Corps) Day we caught a Greyhound up to the Sunshine Coast and settled into the town of Maroochydore. It turns out Australia takes ANZAC Day fairly seriously and pretty much all the shops in town were closed, so we walked along the beach for a while and grabbed dinner from the cheapest open restaurant by our motel.
The next day on the Sunshine Coast featured no sunshine, so we took care of a few travel chores in preparation for our time in Africa. Thankfully the sun came out on Saturday and we spent a few hours on the beach. That night we caught a stoner rock show, headlined by local group Hobo Magic who were saying farewell before moving to Europe. The show was well-attended by the local surfer dudes (so much long blonde hair) and we had an awesome time.
We caught the Greyhound back to Brisbane to spend a few days with Wendy’s friend Gerry. She generously treated us to an evening kayaking on the Brisbane River and took us up to Mt. Coot-Tha to see the Brisbane skyline at night.
On Monday we caught the ferry to the gorgeous North Stradbroke Island, or “Straddie” for short. The island’s coast alternates between rocky cliffs and sandy beaches and features some of the bluest seawater we’ve seen. While wandering around we spotted a sea turtle, a kangaroo, a koala, a beached puffer fish, and hundreds of boisterous bats.
On our last day in Australia Gerry took us to King Island, accessible by foot at low-tide. Apparently the island was used for military target practice during WWII, though today all that can be found is a large inter-tidal zone with tons of crabs and seashells.
We are happy to confirm that we have escaped Australia without being eaten/bitten/stung/strangled by any of its infamous creatures.