Time for a Break ...
The assignments are finished, and sent ... just waiting for judgement.
So with nothing to do for a couple of days (before a dental appointment) we got in the car and drove to
(Thanks to Lisa for the suggestion of somewhere to go!)
It was pretty much last minute, and we thought we might stay at
'Debbies Place' - which was quite lovely. Unfortunately, she only had the one night available ... we had thought there would be hardly anyone around.
Rainbow Beach is a lovely little town, off the main drag, in the Great Sandy National Park. Everyone knows everyone, and Debbie soon found us another spot for one more night at the Rainbow Getaway.
Lovely resort with a nice pool and all - a visit to Rainbow Beach itself had revealed crashing waves on a 'swim-between-the-flags' beach (something us Rockingham-ites are not madly comfortable with) so the pool was very pleasant.
We had a lovely 3 bedroom spa unit, with two of the rooms locked and not paid for, but unfortunately we couldn't get the spa to work at all.
Apparently the thing to do at Rainbow is to go across to Fraser Island - a favourite 4-wheel-driving spot.
Not having the necessary vehicle, we got Debbie to book us on a tour.
We were driven along Rainbow Beach to Inskip at the very tip of the peninsular, then straight onto a barge to go across to Fraser Island.
After driving several kilometres along the 75-mile beach, we headed inland to have a look at the rainforest.
It was a very bumpy ride on the soft sandy tracks, and those of us in the back end of the 15-seater vehicle left the sear every time we went over a bump ... which the three German girls in the back seat found increasing hilarious, laughing and squealing.
Our tour guide passed the time for us with interesting stories about the colonial history of the island and the area.
The best part of course was a swim at this remarkable 'perched' lake called Lake Mackenzie. With no inlet or outlet, the lake is just rainfall that has collected on this remarkable sand island.
The fresh water is crystal clear, the dark section is just very deep. But the water is quite acidic, we are told, and where it splashed onto my (new) off-white hat it bleached it an almost glowing white.
Our tour guide was a bit worried, because the tide came in while we were there, and getting back around the south end of the island to the barge is tricky when the tide is high, so he hung around and tried to waste time while we waited for the tide to go down.
On the way back we stopped for some afternoon tea (with lamingtons - much to the amusement of the Canadian tourists on board).