Here’s to sailing boats from the America cup, dodgy moustaches, white sands, unexpected rain showers and cups of tea on deck. To buffet lunches whilst suppressing sea sickness, and hoisting yourself back onto the boat after a snorkel session. To tropical fish and water up your nose. Here’s to gigantic sea turtles who look wise and prehistoric. Here’s to making new friends who live 20 minutes away from you, despite being 10,000 miles away from home. To wearing sexy swim suits because the jellyfish and the string rays have come out to play. Here’s to sand so soft and white that it feels like icing sugar. Here’s to goon and hungover bus journeys with a broken toilet. To moths that were hiding in the breakfast bananas and leave you feeling like you now need therapy.
Here’s to Magnetic Island and the Whitsundays. To good friends, and being too hot to leave the hostel. To instant coffee, and discounted bakery food. Here’s to factor 50, laughing until you cry and singing loudly whenever you get the chance. To flute practice in a hut at the end of someone’s garden, where we happen to be staying. Here’s to being very cautious about spiders and beasties. Here’s to mosquitos. Here’s to Australia!