Sunny Coast

We were invited to spend a few days in Bundaberg where it was apparently turtle-hatching season, but a miscommunication (i.e. they left their phone at home) led to a slight change in plans.

We headed to the Glasshouse Mountains first.

Bluer than blueberries


Weird wormy looking patterns on a tree

My favourite photo of the lot

The weather was ridiculously sticky and hot. We wound up driving around in minimal clothing. We took the advice of a tour guide and headed along the scenic route through to Montville, Mapleton and Maleny. These were very lovely, quaint tourist-friendly towns. Very Dandenong Ranges-ish.

The Mary Cairncross Park was a well worth the drive.

C under a magnificent, centuries-old strangler fig.

Dreamily floaty fungi all along a fallen log

Mushroom clusters tucked into the tree buttress

The roots look very much like a serpentine tongue, no?

Stink bug

More mushies

The rear end of a pademelon, a kind of marsupial. Very adorable. We sighted a family of three and three others separately.

We then drove through Bli Bli (yes, that's the name of a real town. There's even one called Obi Obi, but I couldn't be bothered making such an enormous detour) to get to the coastal towns. We settled at renting a room for AUD56 at Sunshine Beach. Fortunately enough, no one else took the other room so we got the entire house to ourselves. It was no Hyatt but it sure beat sleeping in the car.

Whilst I do live near the Broadwater, there is something so soothing, so comforting about sand between my toes, the waves gently lapping at my ankles and the seemingly infinite vastness of the ocean. It was very nice to wake up to a stroll on the beach.

After a rather uneventful dinner at Pizza Capers (nice meal ruined by a rather lookatmelookatme roach, duly squashed by C's boot), we took the long way to the famed Hastings St (i.e. we got lost). The conversation makes a lot more sense if you remember I was driving in the dark.

Jan: Why is the light flashing?

C: *totally nonchalant* I think because the bridge is up to let the ferries through.

Jan: WHY ARE THERE FERRIES HERE?

Anyway. It was my bad. I had assumed the beachfront area would be called The Esplanade like all the other touristy coastal towns (Cairns, Gold Coast, Caloundra), but the GPS led us to bloody North Shore instead.

After strolling up and down the lovely street, admiring things we couldn't afford, we settled down at Santi's for a drink. His James Squire beer and my hot chocolate in the foreground.

The next day was blessedly enough, a Wednesday. I had wanted to go to the Eumundi Markets for ages, in spite of lacklustre reviews.

It was AWESOME. Loads of interesting, one-off items and food, glorious food.

Freshly fermenting ginger beer, yum.

Ridiculously expensive pancakes (AUD8 for 12). Yum.

Cool stall with interesting plants. They had loads of carnivorous plants too, the sort you read about on the National Geographic - sundews, the Venus Flytrap, pitcher plants, all surprisingly tiny, their legends having morphed into larger than life monsters in my fertile imagination.

Yummy German sausage in background and fried Tibetan momos, another item crossed off my list

How do roses thrive in 28C heat?

We went through Mooloolaba and Caloundra on our way back, even stopping for a quick dip. And then off we were again, to Bribie Island. Which was like a Manly (Sydney, not Brisbane), but much further away. It was quite strange to see land from a western shore - I've never stepped foot on Western Australia.

The Seaside Museum

The trip ended with roast chicken eaten with fingers and strawberry ice cream on cheap cones. C gets extra bonus points for being sweet and patient and not maiming anyone with me (having part of your thumb grated off is surprisingly debilitating).