Bungunyah Manor Resort North Tamborine

... through they have a pram and baby so will be quick, H a ha what little did we know.

They stopped at every damn tree pulled this baby from one person to the other and took photo's of it sheesh i bet when that kid grows up he is going to think he is a tree, never know his name could mean tree in Chinese bit like Simon and Garfunkel's song i am a rock hm prefer to be a tree :)

Any way back to the walk it ...

... Tambourine, North tambourine and eagle Heights, the latter being the most self consciously cutesy. Built in the late 1800s presumably as a c cool mountain retreat for the citizens of Brisbane (an hour away) it is a sort of Queensland Simla and also rather British. There are folksy little cottages, Devonshire teas, many art and craft galleries. restaurants and gift shops. The main street in Eagle Heights is called Gallery Walk for good reason. Being so ...

... on the ridge we arrived at the market car park to be greeted by a chatty volunteer who was scared her toes were going to get run over, after Danielle came up with the gold coin donation, and, I promised not to squash her pinkies we parked and headed into the Tamborine Mountain Market. A quick hello to Nick at the Dog stall, and the three of us followed Danielle into the crowd.

For the first quarter of an hour I felt as though I had left my photographers ...

... other travellers and, as she puts it, "interesting people." It turns out she is a bit bored on the mountain because she and her husband have put their travel lives on hold to look after her elderly mother in law. It was so nice of her to invite us into her home, which was lovely, and it was very interesting to talk about her travels, and our travels.
So the moral of the story is that Australians can really be very friendly, and ...

... one to find it unpleasant. I worked there Thursday through Monday of a long weekend. (The long weekend was for the Queen's Birthday!) After that, I was so stressed out about going back to the job that I couldn't think about anything else. Also, at that time, I started to feel sick to my stomache. The two things may be distantly related, I'm not sure. But I didn't feel good all that week, so I told them that I can't work there ...

... too late to sign up for the field trips that I wanted for my Marine Biology class, so I'm on the waiting list. Ah well. I met up with Jess and Matt picked us up on the other side of the long bridge across the river that we have to walk every day (it's the equivalent of a really long, less inclined Bascom Hill!) Last but not least, I finished the day with the awesome Domino's $4.95 large pizza deal, which is really like $3.75 US dollars. Overall a good end to a good day!

... had been inundated by a variety of small watercraft and a heap of people camping on Moreton Island. Our less crowded day was filled with watching sea turtles - one came right up to the boat, snorkelling the boat-reef, walking the pristine long sand beach and watching the sun set over the water while relaxing in the gentle sea breeze of the evening. Then came Melinda and Sam for an afternoon relax; with their second visit, the same afternoon that Cherie and Tarryn came down from ...

I thought it was about time for an update or I'll never fit all my adventures in! After a busy yet also relaxing 6 days with John and Sue I left them to go and stay in beautiful Byron Bay for a few nights. I managed a few more visits with John and Sue. We went to the hippy and drug filled town of Nimbin - considering it's so well known it's amazing that it's just one tiny street! Nice that it hasn't become a big tourist attraction in terms of chain companies - none of ...

... the city, which is transformed on Sundays into a crafts fair, but was, for the moment, simply a transit space between buildings and offices and the centre, so we made our way to the principle district in Queen Street so that I would know where I was when I came in on my own, and also so that I could get a good look around. Again the size of the city and the set up of Queen Street was somewhat surprising. You do not lose the sense of the big city, but it ...

... time of 5:30pm. When we return to the hostel, the Goon is out in the common room with most folk well on their way to getting ******. I can't remember if I've explained Goon before but it's basically the cheapest boxed wine you can get and every backpacker drinks it. On the vineyard the guys explained that it's basically made from all the dregs that aren't fit to be bottled or put into nice boxes. It's not pleasant and supposedly if enough is consumed, hallucinations ...