Her boiling bonnet burned and bubbled like an erratic volcano as the Moreton ferry docked. We made a direct beeline towards Brisbane city centre and it was there she was nursed by a Brisbane radiator specialist. We were faced with the choice of purchasing a fresh new radiator or fixing the old one for a fraction of the … Continue reading 12: Sweet Strawberry Farms and Tranquil Everglade Kayaking – Noosa
All concerns for Jenny’s malfunctioning engine lay dormant within the deep crevices of our minds as we tried to enthuse about our upcoming weekend excursion to Moreton Bay Island. Friends and other campers had recommended a trip to the bay islands that encompass Gold Coast, and we soon found ourselves relishing the opportunity to drift … Continue reading 11. Sizzling Radiators and Songs of a Whale Migration
Our arrival into the glorious Queensland hadn’t been quite what we’d anticipated; a suspicious offering of cupcakes at a questionable caravan site and a crippling, cursed water infection. We endeavoured to push that experience behind us as we headed for the bustling city of Gold Coast, half an hour away. Surfer’s Paradise, a suburb of … Continue reading 10. Koala Cuddles and Clanking Engines – Gold Coast
Byron Bay dissolved behind us in a dreary blanket of rain as we chugged along the Pacific Highway towards the warm haze of sunshine emanating from the city of Gold Coast. We crossed the state border, missing the sign that heralded our arrival into Queensland and agreed it was time to find a campsite to … Continue reading 9. The Cursed Campsite
Tucked away in the heart of Nightcap National Park rests the untouched wonders of Minyon Falls, a 100m plunge waterfall surrounded by bush walks and scenic viewpoints. Blessed with a natural beauty that enchants the inspired onlooker and compels the fatiguing hiker, it proves to be a popular quick stop for picnic-packed families, swooning lovers … Continue reading 8. Namaste, Minyon Falls
Her thunderous engine chugged into the little coastal town of Byron Bay, our next stop along the golden coastline. The storm that had almost sunk Sydney had followed us north like a shadow we couldn't lift, a gloom we couldn’t light. We peered out expectantly through the rain-washed windows as though a bit of wishful … Continue reading 7. Have you cottoned on that Byron is the best?
We navigated our way blindly in the dark towards the Pebbly Beach campground. This was a struggle. The campsite was nestled in the heart of an overgrown forest, surrounded by the hefty caravans and 4 wheel drives of other campers. Our challenge was to weave Jenny’s bulky body around the intricate path of trees and … Continue reading 6. Pirate Possums at Pebbly Beach