Trip Start Mar 14, 2006
374Trip End Mar 15, 2007
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We all met in the morning for a pre-trip scare-you-silly video of the dangers of the island from dingoes to flipping the jeep in one of the many washouts along the beach which are like little fresh water streams running out to the sea.
Following one of the Fraser Escape resort guys down to the jetty we had a short while to wait for the boat crossing to the island when Keira decided she wanted to have a go at driving and nip back up the road to the small shop we passed. On rounding the corner she nearly lost control of the jeep sending it weaving across the road with everyone in the back thrown every which way and deciding it probably best she let someone else drive
Spotting my first dolphins on the boat crossing we were soon bumping over the sandy tracks of Fraser Island making our way to our first stop at Lake Mackenzie.
The fresh water lake in which you are not allowed to wear sun tan cream in the water to maintain the water's purity and voted in the top 10 beaches of the world with a near pure white sandy beach.
Stepping out from the tree lined path to the lake it was not hard to see why as you were faced with a stunningly beautiful scene a deep blue water lined by so bright it hurt white sand. I'll let the pics (when there uploaded) do the talking.
After a swim we had a quick lunch before I stepped up to drive for the first time in 8 months, a 4.5 ton 4WD jeep on soft sand.
Despite driving around the car park twice not finding the way out the habit of driving soon came back to me as I bounded happily along the uneven sandy track towards Eurong one of the few areas of buildings on the island
With an ice-cream stop it was time to hit the beach, all 75 miles of it, which is also the main island highway as well as runway for light aircraft. Driving us out onto the beach I found myself cruising along the sand at low ride with a big grin on face while keeping an eye out for washouts along the way, as well as approaching aircraft.
Further up the beach we came to the wreck of the Maheno, built back home in Scotland in 1904 and was grounded here in 1935 on her way to Japan to be scraped with the rusty outer shell being all that remains but providing some good photo ops.
With me still at the wheel we headed for a short sandy track (not that there is any other kind here) slightly inland where we would set up camp at an Aborginal run site. Having to dig the jeep out of the sand first though (it's not my fault!) with everyone finding a new use for flip flops as efficient sand movers. De-stuck we hit it again at speed and bounced on through to the site.
A couple of dingoes came over to check out what the noise was all about as we put up our tents before getting started on dinner. I should probably re-phrase that to Jill and Jo getting started on dinner while the rest of us sat back nursing bruised back-sides from a day of a day of back seat bouncing. but they did insist on doing it and glad they did as we all tucked into a great steak dinner.
With the sky darkened and the fire going the two Aboriginal hosts, Malcom and Trevor, came over in full Aboriginal tribes wear with painted bodies to do some singing and a little shakey leg dancing.
With the two of them coming back later we all sat around the fire singing under the stars with even a pair of dingoes joining in howling at the full moon from the darkness. Either that or protesting at our warbling.