From Noosa, we embarked on a very uninformed trip to Fraser Island. Uninformed, in that we had no idea what we were doing really. The previous evening, we watched a briefing video, which explained how to drive a 4×4 in sand, what to do if your stuck in sand, how to adjust the tire pressure for sand, etc. etc. This all went completely over my head, and I hadn’t realised we were meant to be driving, so I had a bit of a sense of foreboding.Anyway. We had a two hour bus journey to Rainbow Beach, where we were split into four groups and given a 4×4 each. Wow. There were six of us in our car; me, Tom, Luke, a Swiss French girl called Naila and two French sisters, Nadia and Dulia. We all got on really well, which was nice! Luke drove first, onto the ferry to the island and then for about forty minutes along the beach. We drove pretty fast, communicating with the tour guide who was in the front car via walky talky, which was really fun and reminded me of the 90s. (Walky talkies are equally exciting now, if you’re wondering.) It then began to piss it down.
A running theme on our trip so far has been that it violently rains every time we spend money on an activity, and Fraser Island was no exception! Our first destination on the island was Eli Creek, a river of really pure drinkable water that you can float down into the sea. We were drenched to the bone from the moment we left the car, so it was quite fun jumping in the river, although it was freezing! The river was shallow, so we swam a little and walked too. There was one moment where I was walking along the sandy riverbed when I stepped into a hidden hole and disappeared, Dawn French style.
We then headed back to the cars. It was so wet that there was no point even getting dressed so we were all in our swimmers getting stuck to the leather seats, which was a bizarre but hilarious experience. We then drove to a huge wrecked ship sat on the beach, which we ran to, took a photo of and then ran back. It was a tropical storm so wet that it’s almost hard to breathe because so much water was going up my nose!
After that, we headed for a walk through the bush, down a gigantic sand dune and then chilled out by a big lake. The rain picked up again on the way to the hostel. We had a Chilean room mate who didn’t seem to own a shirt.
The hostel was nice, in that only people from our group were there. What followed was a very messy night, involving trying to “phone” eachother across the dance floor using the biggest item we could find. (We got shouted at for holding barstools to our ears) and some ridiculous dancing.
We were a bit worse for wear in the morning, but thankfully, Naila offered to drive first, taking us through the lush rainforest to Lake McKenzie. The lake is on a huge sand dune and is famous for its white sand. It was nice to chill out and sober up. The boys clowned about and did lots of belly flops, Luke did a good seal impression in the water, and I was just using the sand to exfoliate which I’ve been DYING to do since we left home. Clean skin at last! Then it came to my turn to drive…
I’ve never driven a 4X4, on sand, or abroad before. So it was all a new experience. To be honest, it wasn’t too different to driving normally, other than the car felt huge. The difficult bit was being in the second car, and the leader would slow right down with no warning, so i’d have to try hard not to stall/rear end him, and when we drove on the squishy bits of sand, sometimes it would slip a little bit. We then headed back along the beach to the ferry. Luke drove and we had some songs on and had a sing. All in all it was a really fun trip and my favourite thing we’ve done in Australia so far.