We thought we would be OK if we camped next to the boat ramp at Wilson Beach. It was nice and quiet - until 1:45am. Someone decided to go fishing at this ungodly hour. Unbelievable. Who does that? We got back off to sleep after the noisy interruption, only to be woken up again around 5am by more mad fishermen launching their boats. Soon there was a queue of crazy boat people wanting to launch their watercraft. We packed up and left - the earliest we have ever hit the road - at 6:30am!
We went on to the next beach - Conway Beach. Not only was it a beautiful beach, it also had great picnic facilties, including a powerpoint. So we enjoyed a great brekky, albeit after an early, rude awakening.
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| Sunrise at Conway Beach |
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| Palm trees in the foreground and the Whitsunday islands in the background |
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| Breakfast on the foreshore, with luxurious facilities |
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| A friendly visitor on the barbecue |
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| Soldier crabs advancing and retreating on the beach |
After we enjoyed these few beaches, we went back inland again to a place rather pompously named Finch Hatton. The drive through mountainous sugar cane country was different from any other driving we have done. Skinny single lane roads with second gear hills. Slow going, but just lovely.
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| Newly planted sugar cane with mountains in the background |
We stayed the night at the Finch Hatton showgrounds - quiet, plenty of room and cheap. Could have, and probably should have, stayed a second night. Had a long chat with the guy at the local musem. Well actually he just talked for a long, long time and we thought we'd never get out of there.
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| The Finch Hatton Showgrounds and our van in amongst the trees |
Finch Hatton has a gorge with beautiful rain forrest just a short drive from the town. I remembered to take my camera with me but forgot to take the memory card out of the computer. So I only have photos of the creek crossings on the way to the gorge. Unfortunately the weather was cool and overcast. Otherwise the gorge would have been a lovely place for a swim.
When we were in Townsville, we bought a strange fruit at a street market. The guy selling the fruit spruiked that after leaving it for a week or so, it would taste like chocolate pudding. Hence it's name - chocolate pudding fruit, or more formally black sapote. Well, it's been a week and it's gone to mush, therefore ready to eat. Surprisingly, it tastes a bit like chocolate pudding. Weird, very weird.
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| The chocolate pudding fruit from the outside |
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| ...and on the inside |
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