Crisis Averted.

As I write this I am in a minibus leaving Bangkok, which has to have been the most stressful time of my trip so far. Not only is Bangkok a hive of activity with cars, motorbikes, buses, coaches, tuc tucs and a scattering of people bustling and dodging eachother but I had my first minor crisis of the trip. But, I will get to that. 

First of all I am glad to be able to talk about my much more relaxed time in Pai, a town north of Chiang Mai. Actually, to just describe it as 'north of Chaing Mai' would be simplifying the fact. It is actually a three and a half hour drive which involves a total of 762 turns as you assend and descend the mountains in a minibus with 10 other backpackers. My journey to Pai was a dramatic one sitting, as I was, next to an 18 year old boy from Luton with severe travel sickness and the hangover from hell. Luckily my role as nurse during the trip took my mind off the roads and, although the patient was as sick as a dog, I felt fine. We arrived in Chiang Mai and I had been informed that the hostel I had booked, Circus School Hostel, offered a free pick up service from the bus staion. As I sat waiting for the shuttle bus to arrive a local man approached me and said 'Circus School?'. I followed him and was shocked to find that there was no shuttle bus, only a dated moped, without much choice I jumped on the back with all my belongings and was taken through the town, across a bridge, up and hill and dirt track until we reached the hostel. I liked the hostel straight away, there was a big open outside space, two bamboo shaded areas and most importantly a irresistible infinity pool. 

I checked in and was shown my bed in one of the bamboo dorm rooms. I decided to chill out at the hostel that evening, sitting in the shade reading my book (Wild by Cheryl Strayed) and saw Marilon and Jolijn, two dutch girls I had briefly met in Chiang Mai and who had recommended the Circus Hostel (the name of the hostel referring to the optional circus skill lesson that the people who worked at the hostel offered in the afternoons). I also met Omer, a guy from Birmingham/London and talked with them for a while before heading for an early night.

The next day I relaxed in the morning and warmed up after the surprisingly cold night and then headed with Marilon and Jolijn to a restuarant called Om Garden in town where we had an absolutely delicious lunch in a beautiful bohemian setting. The town of Pai has a very chilled/bohemian/hippy feel about it, which was perfect for me because I wanted a place where I could sort out my plan in my head and get adjusted to Thailand. I walked back to the hostel and sat by the pool to escape the dry heat. I can imagine that during different times of year the view from the pool is really breath-taking, stretching out to all of the surrounding mountains and jungle but, just like in Chiang Mai, the air was thick with smoke from the forest fires. This did however make for some stunning sunsets as the sun turned the smoke red as it dips behind one of the mountains. I bumped into Leena, a German girl I had also met at my hostel Chiang Mai and that evening a group of us head into town for dinner and to have a look at the night market. 

The next morning I agreed to take Leena to Om Garden for breakfast, which was just as delicious as the lunch I had the day before. Leena and I decided that we would take her moped and travel to a river nearby that one of the guys at reception (who was originally from Brighton!) had recommended. After a 10 minute ride through the surrounding countryside and small towns we arrived at the spot. 

It was made up of dozens of bamboo shacks built in the river which you could hire for the day and food stalls selling a variety of Thai street food. We relaxed by the river all day, reading, swimming and eating. The river was especially nice because it was a local attraction and so we were one of only two groups of westerns there. 

There were also giant catfish in the river whoch you could feed and watch them all splashing around trying to grasp one of the small chunks of fish food. After a few hours there we head back to the hostel. That night there was an party going on in the jungle nearby and most of the people from the hostel were going. We arrived in the jungle and were supplied with the customary neon face paint and danced the night away, at one point Leena found herself being recruited as one of the bar staff! There were people from the hostel there doing fire poi and lots of trance music and it turned out to be a really fun night.

The next morning I stayed in bed for the morning, tired out from the night before. I spoke to Yoeri, from Holland, who had been travelling in South East Asia for a while and told me about the Philippines and Laos, two places I had not considered before, but after seeing his photos and hearing about the places he had seen I would love to fit into my year away. I then spent time relaxing by the pool with Leena again as this day one was of the hottest so far. That afternoon when the hostel got out all the circus equipment I had a go on the poi, which I hadn't done for quite a few years. Turns out that I can remember a couple of tricks and attempted to teach them to some other people. It was nice to do poi again and it reminded me of mum who had been really good at it and had taught me the tricks I was now teaching others. That evening Leena spontaneously decided she wanted to get her nose pierced, inspired by me she said. We walked into town and after trying nearly every tattoo shop, found one who did piercings. We had some street food for dinner at the night market, which, as always, was really tasty.

Leena and I had decided to move from our dorm rooms to a bamboo cabin at the hostel, which actually cost the same amount so we checked out the next morning then back in again and moved our stuff to our little cabin which was so cute! 

We could not resist breakfast at Om Garden and so Leena, Jolijn and I went there. Jolijn had to leave to collect Marilon from the local hospital where she had been for the past two nights due to food poisoning she had got in Miramar three weeks previously. Leena and I walked around Pai and I did a bit of shopping, which I had successful avoiding until then. We bumped into Jolijn and Marilon later on who were going to book thier bus to Bangkok. I decided that I would go with them and book onto the same bus, knowing that I could easily stay in Pai forever and taking this as my cue to leave. I walked back to the hostel in the heat and got straight into the pool where I met Leena, Omer and Izzy and Leah from London, who had been in Sri Lanka previously and could not recommend it enough!  That is another place to add to the ever-growing list! I skyped home in the evening as it was Mothers Day and spoke to everyone including my grandparents and cousin Oli before heading into town with a group of people from the hostel for dinner and a couple of delicious passion fruit mojitos at one of the bars in Pai. 

In the morning Leena woke up early as she had decided to do a 10 day silent meditaton retreat in a temple nearby, something I wish I had the mental strength to do. At least I know that whenever she looks at her nose piercing she will remember beng lazy in Pai with me! I checked out not long after and after saying goodbye to people at the hostel I walked with my bag into Pai where I met Jolijn and Marilon for some breakfast before our looooooong coach journey to Bangkok (15.5 hours in total). 

After a pretty restless journey we arrived in Bangkok at 6am and were greeted by the fast pace of city life which I had become completely unaccustomed to during my time in laid back Pai. Nearly instantly I was experiencing the dishonesty that I had been warned about. Taxi drivers asking for a ridiculous fare to get somewhere we knew was much cheaper. I sat with Jolijn and Marilon until their bus to Koh Chang and after a stressful few minutes dealing with taxi drivers who were trying to con me I managed to get a tuk tuk to the skytrain station and then a train to near my hostel. Finally I arrived there but was told that my room would not be ready for another 5 hours, so I had a much needed shower, sat and read my book and attempted to nap in the reception/social area before I heard someone saying 'why is that girl sleeping?'. At long last my room was ready and Islept  until the evening. I met two American girls, Brittany and Amanda who I went to the hostel bar to have dinner and some drinks to celebrate St.Patricks day with. A group of us from the hostel then went to another bar, which was very expensive and up-market and then onto an Irish bar where there was a Thai Irish band, who despite the contradition of cultures were really good, although I definitely missed St.Paddys in London!

The next day, after a delicious mixed berry smoothie for breakfast I went with Brittany and Amanda to a giant mall (one of MANY in Bangkok) where I realised that I did not have my currency card, most probably leaving it in the atm in Pai the last time I had used it (the cash comes out before the card in ATMs here, a common mistake backpackers make). What made it worse was that I had forgotten the pin to my bank card, rendering useless as I held it in my hard squeezing my eyes shut to try and trigger my memory. Brittany and Amanda suggested that we go for a boat ride along the river and I agreed that there was nothing I could do about my card at that moment so I might as well see some of the city. We got a taxi and walked through a market until we found a ferry pier where we paid 40baht (less than a pound) for a trip down the river to central station, passing the grand palace, some of the famous temples and the skyscrapers that Bangkok has to offer. 

After the trip I returned back to the hostel and emptied my bag, desperate to find my card, but with no luck. I skyped my dad who helped me cancel the card and see what we could do. I requested my pin to be sent to my home address and researched where my local western union was. I watched some Alan Partridge on YouTube to confort myself, knowing that I only had 200baht (£4) in my purse. Just before I went to sleep my dad skyped me to tell me that Alice had managed to find the place I had written down my pin for my bank card! Elated, I settled down for bed and slept happy in the knowledge that I could access my money! 

When I woke the next morning I made my way to the nearest ATM with almost a skip in my step. I entered my pin and the amount I wished to withdraw and was confused to find that no money came out. I visited another ATM with the same result. I almost burst out laughing with frustration and had to walk back to the hostel to phone the bank who confirmed that they had blocked the card thinking that the transaction had been fraudulent. After confirming that in fact it was just me desperately trying to get some money, I finally was able to get the money. It felt so good to hold those notes in my hand after thinking that I would be stranded in Bangkok with £4 to my name. I checked out of my hostel and travelled to the bus station where I was due to catch my minibus to Koh Chang, an island South East of Bangkok where I would be meeting Jolijn and Marilon and relaxing on a beach, something I missed from my two months doing just that in Australia. 

So here I am, a survivor of my first minor crisis. During the stress of thinking I had no money, I really questioned my ability to do this for a whole year. If I couldn't even look after one plastic card how could I look after myself? But, in the end, I have realised that this is what travelling is about. It isn't just about washing elephants, eating delicious food and meeting great people but about overcoming challenges. This time around I was very lucky to have my dad on the other end of the line helping me through it but hopefully over the course of the next year I will learn to rely less on my family and more on my own abilities. This will be one of the most valuable lessons I could learn from my time away. So yes, it was stressful, but with a bit of confidence, common sense and Alan Partridge I'll get through it and be able to enjoy all the experiences I have waiting for me.

Thank you for reading! x

From Melbourne to Thailand

Going to Melbourne felt a bit like going home. The city has a very European feel about it, reminding me a lot of London, with seperate boroughs, street restaurants and a very liberal feel. Also, I was there to meet up with Sarah, a friend from university who was living with her friend, Livvy, in a shared apartment for three months before they set off on their own tour of Australia and South East Asia. When I arrived I had a couple of hours to settle into my new hostel before Imet up with Sarah and Livvy for dinner. On the way we picked up their new found Melbourne friends Julius, from Kenya and Elliot from Kent. We made our way to a Korean chicken restaurant and ordered two giant platters of fried chicken which was far more delicious than I ever expected fried chicken to be.

The following day I went to Sarahs flat which was in central Melbourne right next to Flinders Street Station, which is a large yellow building that reminded me of the spa buildings in Budapest. At their flat I met Sydney born Max, another friend Sarah and Livvy had made since being in Melbourne. We all set off around town to the trail of the street art that the city is famed for. 

Afterwards, Max took us to a rooftop bar where we could take in the Melbounre skyline and share some summer sangria. 

On the 4th Sarah met me at my hostel and we went for breakfast nearby and walked to Fitzroy, an area of Melbourne which is the Melbourne equivalent of Shoredich. We had a very delicious coffee and headed back the the centre to meet Livvy, Elliot and Pablo, from Spain. We had lunch and watched some TV before making a move to the twilight market in Queen Victoria Market. We wandered around and had dinner from one of the many stalls and then head back to my hostel. 

That night Sarah won a free Fraser Island tour at the Irish bar we went to by wrapping Elliot up with tissue paper like a mummy. I walked back to my hostel in the freezing cold rain and had to sleep in a dorm with a man snoring very loudly AGAIN. Thank god for ear plugs.

The next day was the day I had set aside to sort out my Thailand 60 day visa, so after watching Homes Under The Hammer at Sarahs flat I set off to the Thai Consulate. On the way I had to have a passport photo taken at a chemist and I turned out looking like an alien, but I was beyond caring.  The lady behind the desk at the consulate looked unsure, which I assumed was to due to awful photo but it turned out that she was unsure whether they can get the visa finished in such a short amount of time but said that if I came back tomorrow they would try their best. Livvy and Sarah came to meet me at the Consulate and we got a tram to St.Kilda beach. We walked down the high street and had sushi (Sarahs first time) then headed to the beach, which after the beaches of the east coast was a little bit underwhelming and FREEZING! Regardless of the temperature, we ended up having a quick nap by the sea before having a look around the market in a nearby park and heading to Abbotsford for dinner. The dinner we choose to have was at a place called Lentil As Anything which was a vegetarian restaurant which was seriously delicious and, better yet, was pay-what-you-can. The majority of the staff there are voluntary which give the place a really relaxed and friendly atmosphere. We all had a starter, main and shared a dessert while the sky got darker then hopped in the tram back to the hostel for the night. 

The next day, after checking out of my hostel and moving my stuff to Sarahs flat for my final night, I headed back to the Thai Consulate to collect my visa, which thankfully had been done in time and then went back to the flat to watch some TV before we met Elliot and decided to check out someing called the Moomba Festival on the Southbank. It turned out just to be a tacky fair but it did boast a wakeboarding conpetition whcih we sat and watched for a while, and a giant fairground ride which Elliot and Sarah braved while me and Livvy watched on. We moved to Fitzroy to meet up with Phil and Max for a few drinks. We went to a really cool bar called The Black Pearl which played 1930-40s music and sat there for a few hours and talked until we couldn't deny that it was bedtime. 

On my last day in Melbourne I felt sad to be leaving, the city had been so much fun, very expensive, but I had really enjoyed getting to know it and spending time with Sarah and all the people she had met so far. We had a very lazy morning in the flat but managed to muster the energy to go to the shop to get some supplies for the picnic we had organised to go on with Max and Phil later that day. We met Phil and grabbed the tram to the Botantical Gardens. We waited for Max as long as we could before starting to eat the food and were then given a load of food by a group of people who were celebrating a birthday nearby. Max finally arrived and it wasn't long until Sarah and Livvy had to leave to get to their waitressing shift. It was strange to say goodbye to Sarah, not only because we had spent a lot of time and had a lot of fun together over the past few days but because I knew that she was the last person I knew for certain I would see from home until I got back to the UK in 9 months time. After they had left Phil, Max and I discussed the evils of the world, covering the crisis in North Korea and globalisation. We then went to have a look around the WW1 memorial, The Shrine Of Remembrance before heading back into the city.

I said goodbye to Phil in town and went with Max to change some money into Thai Baht then to find somewhere we could kill some hours before my flight out of Melbourne Airport. We walked through the city and into Chinatown and found an art gallery/bar where we had a cider. Max then took me to another bar called Croft Institute which was themed to look like a labartory/old psychiatrict hospital where we had a cocktail which you we encouraged to drink though a plastic syringe. 

We walked to the transport station said goodbye and I hopped on the airport shuttle bus and got to my airport with time to spare! My flight included a 6 hour stop-over at Kuala Lumpar then a short three hour flight to Chiang Mai, a city in the north of Thailand. As we came into land we passed through a layer of what I assumed was fog but what I later found out was smoke from the burning forests this time of year. I caught a taxi to my hostel, Julie Guesthouse, which had been recommended to me by my friend Jess and rightly so because I liked it straight away. I was staying in a single private room for 180 baht a night which roughly equates to £3! I decided it would be a good idea to familiarise myself with the local area so went for a walk that evening and was lucky enough to walk right into the weekly twilight market which took place on the roads which winded pass delicious looking restaurants and some stunning temples, which seemed to be on every street. 

The next day was spent mainly relaxing and adjusting to the temparature, which was HOT. In the evening, once it had cooled down a bit I took part in a thai cookery course, learning to make 5 traditional dishes including Pad Thai, Spring Rolls, Thai Green Curry and Hot and Sour Soup. Even though I chose not to out much spice in the food, it still ended up being a bit too firey for me but I realised that if I am planning on staying in Asia until December I better get used to spice pretty soon! 

At the course I met a group of Gemans, a kiwi, an American, a Canadian and a Brit and we decided that that night we would go and see a ladyboy show. We travelled to the night market and it wasn't long until we spotted the eye-catching ladyboys ushering people into the show. 

We took our seats right at the front of the audience and enjoyed about an hour of lip-syncing, glitter, partial nudity and fabulousness sometimes having to remind myself that I was watching a group of men performing (although some of the acts certainly suspended the illusion better than others). We left the show and spent a couple more hours chatting in an Irish bar before calling it a night. 

On the 10th I had a dream come true. I finally got to get close and personal with some elephants! There are many elephant companies to choose from in Chiang Mai, and I can imagine in Thailand as a whole, but the one I chose (although it was slightly pricier) was called Elephant Retirement Park and was set up to look after elephants who were retired from work either in farming or entertainment. I decided to choose this one as you didn't ride the elephants, which can be done cruelly in some cases, and you got to have a mud bath with the animals at the end! We started the day by learning a bit about the 4 elephants they have there, one teenage boy, two 2 1/2 year olds and one big mamma who was actually in her final month of pregnancy. We then got meet the elephants, get hugs and very sloppy  kisses from them and feed them a ton of bananas. 

After that was lunch and a nap before we got to get muddy! The mud pool was full of deep thick clay mud which the people who worked there assured us was good for our skin. The elephants got in one by one and we covered them in mud as well as getting absolutely covered in mud oursleves (mostly by the workers playing tricks on the westerners). After the elephants were sufficiently covered we all lay down in the mud and had mud fights until it was time to wash ourselves and the elephants in the pond. (Photo below shows the moment one of the people who worked there dumped a load of mud right on my head)

The whole day was really magical and something that I have wanted to do for a long time. It was also really great to see the elephants being cared for so well and having such a nice connection with the local people who worked at the park. That evening I was so tired from all the excitement but had organised to meet up with the germans and go to the night market and a reggae bar. I bought a bracelet with an elephant pendant on it to remind me of the day and we played a very intense game of Jenga at the bar before I finally succum to my tiredness. 

I think I will pause there, even though a lot has happened since the tenth, as this post is turning out to be a mammoth read. I hope you enjoyed it nevertheless and I will attempt to write a new one as soon as I find the time, although time seems increasingly hard to find. I have said farewell to Australia, which will always hold a special place in my memory bank and sawadee ka to Thailand, a place which I can tell still has a lot to show and teach me, and that is bloody exciting!

Thank you very much for reading! 

X

The End Of The East

Oh dear, it's been a very long time since I wrote one of these and now, as I sit on the plane to Melbourne, I realise that this 3 hour plane journey might not be long enough to write it all down. This plane ride marks the end of my East Coast trip, a fact which is pretty hard to swallow, especially as the things I have done since my last post have been the most incredible yet. 

On my first full day in Rainbow Beach, way back on the 14th of February, I soent the morning relaxing at the hostel which had a whole section dedicated to hammocks. Ali arrived in the afternoon and we decided to go for a walk along the beach and up to a sand dune that Marc and Andrea had told me about. The beach was beautiful (as always) but slightly ruined by tyre tracks from the local 4X4s which are allowed to drive straight down onto the sand. The walk to the sand dune was much longer than we anticipated, theough a residential area and a woodland path but when we arrived there it was all worth it. The sand dune was absolutely huge and offered a view of the ocean at one end and the vast expanse of Australian outback the other end. We met up with Marc, Andrea, Josh, Zoey and Aaron (who I had met in Noosa) and watched as the sunset over the outback, which has to be the most impressive sunset I have ever seen, and also the most romantic thing I have ever done on valentines day, even if it was with a load of smelly backpackers. 

The next day Ali and I spent a few hours on the beach, using body boards supplied by our hostel to catch a few of the impressive waves. I made the mistake of lying in the sun too long and missing one small patch when I was putting my sun cream on, resulting in an embarassing red line, the sun here is seriously strong! We went back to the hostel and had a quick dip in the pool there before I had to go to my Fraser Island briefing which basically included three boring videos about safety and a guy from New Zealand scaring us all silly with his talk about all the ways we could die on the island. Everything from dingo attacks, spider bites, car crashes, sharks, jellyfish, and snakes. On the plus side I got to meet my group which I would be sharing a car with for the three days on the island. There were two irish sisters Clare and Roisin, a irish married couple Stephen and Fiona, two swedish girls, Angelica and Felicia, and a welsh girl called Laura. That evening I packed a small bag for my trip and got an early night in preparation. 

After an early alarm, some free pancakes and another briefing we met our lead driver/guide Bretto who was a colourful aussie individual, and absolutely hilarious. We packed our cars with our belongings, food and water and set off to the island. Our group were lucky enough to be in the lead car with Bretto driving which instantly made me feel ultra safe, which was a good thing because when we got off the ferry and onto the island it was clear that the driving here was not for the faint hearted. The 75 mile beach was pretty much like a highway where the sand was wet and hard, with a speed limit of 80km/h and so we zoomed along taking in the gorgeous views of crashing waves on one side and rainforest on the other. As we drove off the beach and into the rainforest the driving got much more challenging with deep soft sand and huge trees either side of the tracks but everyone in our convoy handled it really well and we were soon at our first stop, Lake Mackensie. It is hard to describe just how beautiful this lake was but try to picture walking through some rainforest then coming to a white sand beach which gradually lead into crystal clear turquoise water stretching out for ages and surrounded by emerald green trees on its banks. That description still isn't enough so here's a couple of photos...

We stayed there, wallowing in the water for about an hour until our rumbling stomachs got the better of us and we had to leave this paradise to make and eat our lunch on the beach. Afterwards we drove through an even more dangerous rainforest track. At one point Bretto put his ipod on (which had the best selection of music) and told us to get our cameras ready. He put on the song 'Jump Around' and sped very very very fast down a sandy hill, turning corners at the last second and making all of us in the back of the car bounce around like crazy. The video I have of this experience contains mostly screaming and giggling and a very jumpy image and as terrifying as it sounds it was actually a LOT of fun. At a slower part of the drive we spotted a dingo at the side of the track which look just like pet dogs but can do a lot of damage if you get on their bad side. We returned to camp and made stir fry as a group then drank some goon, which is essentially just really really cheap boxed wine (a favourite amongst backpackers). When it was really dark a group of us, including Andrea, Marc and James who also happened to be on the island, headed down to the beach to look at the stars. I have never seen the thick line of stars that form the milky way so clearly and it was truely breathtaking. After staying on the beach for a while and then sitting by the fire I went to my extremely uncomfortable bed in a tent and slept until we were woken up by a vocal alarm named Bretto.

My group made scrambled eggs for breakfast and then packed the cars again for a full day of exploring. The first stop was a headland called Indian Head which you could climb and get amazing views of the land and ocean and, apparently, sometimes spot sharks, whales and dolphins, although we saw none. 

The island is known for being the largest sand island in the world and Indian head is one of three rock headlands that make up the only rock on the entire island. After that we swapped cars so another group could ride with Bretto and people in my group could have a go at driving. Stephen drove first as we travelled to a spot called Champagne Pools, named that way because it is a group of salt water pools on the beach surrounded by rock and when the waves come in they wash down the rock in bubbles which looks like a champagne fountain. Unlike the rest of the sea, these pools are save to paddle in as they are protected from sharks and crocodiles, so we spent some time enjoying the cool water.

I bumped into Ali here, who was on another tour around the island in a coach instead of in 4X4s. Then Bretto took as through the forest and back onto the beach to a "secret location" that he "wasn't supposed to show us" but he would make an exception because he really liked our group. I am sure most groups get to go there though but it was nice to think that we were seeing something special. To be honest, even without the "secret location" spiel, this place was pretty special. It was a huge sand dune with beautiful shallow lagoons and although the dune was really steep and quite a challenge to climb, the views at the top were pretty spectacular. 

 

We headed back to camp to have a quick lunch then were straight back out to visit a place called Elli Creek, or commonly Hangover Creek. The water at this creek is believed to be the purest natural water in the world, caused by hundreds of years of filtration through the sand that makes up the island. Bretto advised that we head to the top of the area where people are allowed to swim and fill our water containers, which I am glad we did because the water was so fresh. We could then travel back down the creek to the beach. You could tell that the water was pure because it was absolutely freezing. The journey down the creek was magical, being surrounded by beautiful plants and clear water and having laugh with the Swedish girls from my group. 

Just before sunset we visited the ship wreck on the beach, but I have completely forgotton the story behind it. We took a lot of group photos and then headed back to camp for dinner. 

Dinner took ages to make because the kitchen was sooo busy and the electricity had gone down leaving us all cooking with torches. We were the last group to eat dinner and by the time it was done we were starving and finished the meal in record time. We played a few card games and drank more goon until we were all singing bohemian rhapsody on the tables in the dark. We ended the night by sitting around the fire and at about 2am I decided that it was time for sleep.  

On the 18th everyone was feeling a little bit fragile and we had a bit more of a lie-in due to the rain in the morning. When we finally did set off Fiona drove us through the forest to another lake which was a gruelling 45 minute walk through very humid, sweaty rainforest and down a massive sand dune. There were lots of fish in the lake, some huge catfish-like ones and some little fish who would nibble at your feet if you stood really still. 

Once we'd had enough of this lake we sweated all the way back to the cars on the beach and made lunch, which was particularly difficult with the huge gsuts of wind that had begun to come off of the sea. Bretto warned us that an angry looking cloud in the distance was moving towards us and bringing with it some rain so we managed to pack up just in time and start our drive along the beach back to the ferry. We made it back to the mainland and cleaned out the cars ready for the next group. My group decided that it would be nice to go for dinner together that evening before I had to catch my 15 hour coach. I was very lucky with my group, who were a friendly, fun and interesting group of people and Fraser Island is definitely the highlight of my Australia trip. Here is a photo of my group, bretto and our car... 

To top off the amazing days I had just had Catherine and Georgie hopped off the coach I was about to board! We had a few precious moment of conversation before I had to find a seat, which would be my home for the next 15 hours to Airlie Beach. It was great to see them again, and they sounded like they were having a brilliant time. The coach journey wasn't as bad as I was expecting and I actually slept through most of it. Andrea, Marc and a frech guy called Theo were also on the coach (can't stop bumping into them). As we got closer to Airlie becah the weather began getting worse and worse, due to the cyclone that was hitting the east coast further south. I was extremely lucky to have my fraser island trip when I did because some trips were being cancelled due to the weather. However, I was not so lucky in Airlie. I had booked onto a trip around the Whitsundays Islands on a huge sailing boat for three days and two nights but as I got into the town it became clear I would not be getting on a boat. I rang the company to confirm that the trip had been cancelled and waited for a full hour for a taxi to take me to the town centre to find a hostel I could stay in. Luckily Ali was able to get me a bed in the hostel she was in, Magnums, and it turned out to be a pretty good one too. The weather improved during the day which was quite frustrating and I began to mourn the loss of my boat trip however there seemed to be a lot of people that I knew in Airlie including, Ali, Andrea, Marc, Theo, James and briefly Joe, James and Scott from Noosa, who were leaving that evening for Cairns. The rest of us got together, along with some new people I hadn't already met and had a few drinks at the hostel bar before getting a $5 (£2.50) dominoes pizza (!!) and then headed to a couple of the clubs in town. The music in the clubs was awful but I had a really fun night which helped me to forget the whitsundays trip.

The 20th started with a great lie-in and then was spent relaxing by the lagoon with James and some people he knew, that evening we had some drinks at the hostel bars and wne to bed pretty early, although I was kept up by a girl in the room snoring all night!!! (One of the main cons of travelling and staying in hostel dorms). The next morning was an early start to go on a turtle safari day trip that I decided to book so I could see the whitsundays. The boat I travelled on was really small and there were no other backpackers on the tour with me but the trip was good anyway. We went to one snorkelling sight and although the visability wasn't great due to the bad weather a couple of days before I managed to swim with a turtle for a little while. The next stop we went to was a private resort on one of the islands, which was absolutely beautiful and so calm. We had lunch here and then got into some kayaks to try and find some more turtles nearby. Unfortunately we didnt see any, but the surroundings where stunning so I didn't mind too much. 

We jumped back in the boat and returned back to the mainland and I went back to my dorm to pack my things, ready to leave the next day. Everyone else had already left or were on their whitsundays trips (the day my trip was meant to be on being the ONLY day that was cancelled, typical) so I spoke with the other people in my dorm for a while then had an early night. 

The following morning I got my 6 hour Premier coach to Townsville, attempting to sleep during the journey and failing miserably. When I arrived I jumped straight onto a ferry which took me to Magnetic Island and got talking to a German girl called Eva who was also due to be staying at the same hostel. Once on the island we caught the bus to the hostel and I was stunned to find that the hostel was just like paradise. Tall palm trees looking over the still blue sea which was right on the doorstep of the individual huts that made up the dorms. A large swimming pool and outside bar area playing good music for once (most hostels have an absolutely awful playlist made up of David Guetta, Avicii and Chris Brown, ergh) and super comfortable bean bags occupied by relaxed, dozing backpackers. 

I found Ali in the pool, which due to the seriously strong sun was unfortunately warm, and we spent the afternoon chilling out before grabbing our comimetary drink and dinner and meeting two British boys James (who I will call James F to avoid confusion) and Jake. We decided to gte an early night for our BIG day the next morning.

The BIG day consisted of renting a, what are fondly nicknamed, Barbie Car, with Ali, James.F and Eva and taking a day to explore the many things the island had to offer. The car was like a toy car and whenever we turned a corner it felt like it might not quite make it but we loved it anyway. 

We started off by visiting a cove called Arthurs Bay, where we had been told there was good snorkelling. After walking down from the car park and putting on our very flattering stinger suits (to protect us from the seasonal jellyfish) we snorkelled and saw a few fish and coral, but nothing incredible. 

It was nice to just be in the water to cool down as Magnetic Island was surely the hottest most humid place so far. Next we drove to Horseshoe bay to have some lunch and a quick dip in the sea before our 2 hour tour of the nature santurary. The tour was very hands on and I got to hold a baby croc, lizards, snakes, turtles, a koala and even get a kiss off a very friendly cockatoo.

One of the most interesting parts though was seeing a wombat or the first time, which turned out to be like a crossed between a bulldog, a bear and a pig. I dont know what I expected a wombat to look like but that certainly wasn't it!

After the close encounters with some of Australias native wildlife we decided to continue the theme and go and feed the rock wallabies that lived nearby. We picked up some carrots on the way and when we arrived found that the wallabies were being spoilt for choice by all the free food. 

We drove to Picnic bay that evening as the sun was setting on the other side of the island and it was absolutely beautiful. The sea was so calm it looked like a mirror and there were two seperate storms forming in the distance providing a seriously impressive view of magestic clouds and occasional flashes of lightning. The colours in the sky were unreal with pinks, purples and oranges and even a cloud which appeared to be rainbow coloured, which I have never seen before. As we sat on the pier and enjoyed the view we noticed a movement in the water and then another one. A group of 'things' were swimming along just a few metres in front of us. When one of them surfaced again I saw a nose rise above the water and realised that it must be a small group of manatees! The man who took me on the turtle tour in Airlie had mentioned that manatees lived in this area and as we walked back to the car I noticed that there was a lot of sea grass growing there, a popular food source for the dugong. It was a pretty magical moment of the trip, which I won't forget easily. Unfortunately my camera had run out of battery by this point and so I have no photos as evidence, so you'll just have to believe me :) When we got back to the hostel the bar was putting on a game of boozey bingo and so naturally we joined in along with Marc, Andrea and Theo. none of us one any of the prices but it was still really good fun.

The next morning I woke up early to skype home and even at 8am I was sweating. Ali checked out of the hostel to go to Mission Beach for her skydive and I met with the boys (Marc, Andrea, Theo and James F) and set off to do the fort walk which consisted of walking in ridiculous heat up and up and up, passing ww2 military points and ending on the top of the hill in a military fort. The fort had only fired the giant gun at a ship once and it had actually been an American ship who had forgotten to declare their arrival, so I don't imagine it was the most active of bases. The views from the top were amazing, which just about made the sweaty walk worth it. 

We walked back to the hostel, jumped in the pool and James F and I shared a jug of pretty good cider to cool off. Other James then arrived and checked in and we all sat in the giant bean bags under a huge fan trying to keep cool until it was time to shower and return to the bar for dinner and karaoke. At the start of the evening none of us said we wanted to do karaoke but a couple of hours later we were all on the tables singing Backstreet Boys and Oasis. One of the proudest moments of my life was successfully rapping Coolios Gansters Paradise the whole way through even after the screen stopped showing the lyrics. Pretty cool. We met James Fs friend from home Callum, who was hilarious and had some of the best dance moves I have ever seen. When the bar closed we briefly went to the beach and after a noisey night slept in the extremely hot, non airconditioned dorm.

The 25th was my check out date from the magnetic island hostel and after saying goodbye to everyone I caught the ferry back to Townsville and then the coach to Cairns, my final stop on the east coast. When I arrived I met with Ali, who was in the same hostel and had dinner and a couple of drinks with people she had met in Fraser Island, Rebecca, Kieran, (another) James and Jade. 

The beautifully air conditioned room meant that the following morning included an amazing lie-in. We then spent the rest of the day lazing by the lagoon rounding the day off with a few drinks atthe irish bar PJ O'Briens, where we briefly saw Marc, Andrea and James, before bed, a seriously relaxed day. 

At 7am on the 26th it was finally time to visit the Great Barrier Reef. I took a boat for 2 hours to get to our snorkelling sight out on the reef and when we got there once again the sea was completely flat and, according to the staff on the boat, 30 degrees! I donned my stinger suit and snorkel equipment and headed out. It was unbelieveable! The reef went on forever, boasting brightly coloured, huge coral and many different tyoes of fish including Parrot Fish, Clown Fish, Sting Ray and I even saw a Barracuda when I decided to free dive down to look under some coral. I considered dpstaying to take some photos but took one look into its scary dark eyes and decided it was time to move on, but my Go Pro really came in handy for getting some shits underwater.

 We had lunch on the boat and another quick snorkel then headed back to Cairns where I met with Ali and Eva who had been on a seperate Barrier trip. We returned to the hostel and rested to prepare ourselves for the bar crawl we had signed up for the day before. It began with a free BBQ where we met with Jade, James, Rebecca, Kieran, Marc, Andrea, James, Tom, Rob and Sam and then made our way through some other bars until we reached the end point, a bar/hostel called Gilligans which had a really cool outside area, was absolutely massive and has a bit of a reputation with travellers as being a great party hostel. The reputation was proved to be true and we danced a lot and had a really fun time.

Although it was slightly more difficult to get out of bed the next morning Ali and I had booked onto a tour of the Tablelands, just outside of Cairns. We left the hostel at 7:30 in a mini bus with our tour guispde Josh and went to pick up fellow backpackers from various hostels around town. We then drove 2 hours through the rainforest and eventually through countryside that looked a lot like the countryside in New Zealand. We visited waterfalls and lakes and got to know the other people on the tour pretty well. One of the waterfalls you could swim (if you swam really hard) underneath and come out into a little cave behind it. 

Another one the water had formed a soft natural slide which we all had a few goes on.

There was also I really tall waterfall which you could climb behind and the water there was REALLY cold. The only way you could get in was just to go for it and run and dive, although that is a lot easier said than done. 

We visited a local dairy, where we absolutely demolished the free samples and at the end of the trip drove back to Cairns. Our group decided to meet at PJ O'Briens that evening as we had $7 dinner and a drink vouchers. We all met up and had our meals then visited another bar before tiredness got the better of me.

The following day was my last day in Cairns and after a lie-in and packing my bags I headed to the pool at Gilligans to soend the day with Marc, Andrea and James (along with some friends James knew from earlier in his trip). We spent the day in the pool, and I got bullied a lot by the boys by getting dunked and thrown around (but to be fair I attempted to give as good as I got). There is just something about a pool that turns me into a kid again! 

That night, surprise surprise, we went to PJs for our final $7 meal and drink and then a few more drinks before finishing the night in Gilligans. I said goodbye to Marc and Andrea, which was very emotional because I have known them since Noosa and have great memories with them, if they are reading this, I wish them the best of luck in whatever they end up doing in Australia and beyond and hope that our paths cross again some day. 

I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to James but once again I have a lot of fun memories with him and hope he enjoys the rest of his time abroad before he has to come back to the grey old UK after three years away (lucky bastard). 

Me and Ali then grabbed a slice of pizza and headed to bed, trying to forget that I had to leave the east coast for good early the next day. In the morning I had a brief (way too brief) goodbye with Ali, who is going on to travel South America. I ave been with Ali for a lot of my trip, beginning in Sydney, where we first compared itineraries, to Australia zoo, rainbow beach, airlie bach, magnetic island and Cairns. I hope she has a wicked time ipfor the rest of her amazing trip and look forward to meeting up again back in the UK for some more Jager bombs!

So that is that! My last post about the east coast of Australia. So much has happened in this crazy place, from Opera in Sydney, living the high life with Catherine and Georgie in Lennox Head, staying in the bush in Noosa, having a ball on Fraser Island, driving a barbie car around magnetic island and snorkelling the Great Barrier Reef in Cairns! I have had an incredible time not just because of all these things but mainly due to the people I have met. What a soppy thing to say, but it's true. Thank you to every single one of you and good luck! If you are ever in Brighton, let me know :) 

Wow, what a long post, sorry for the rant but I needed to document it all. Next to Melbourne until the 8th of March (ITS MARCH ALREADY!?) when I fly to Chiang Mai in Thailand and officially start the next chapter of my adventure!

Thanks for taking the time to read x