Our main planned activity for today had been to walk from the hostel, through the national park to the town of Noosa Heads, where all the shops and stuff are. Unfortunately, my twisted ankle is in no shape for bushwalking, so Jane goes by herself. She is a little apprehensive about being alone on a quiet walkway early in the morning but she comes through unscathed. It is a beautiful three and a half hour walk through forest, along coastal ridges and past secluded coves and inlets.
She spots a herd of sea turtles and a 'wild' koala along the way.
I had caught the courtesy bus into town so we meet at the local surf club (the social hub of any self-respecting Aussie beach town), have a bite to eat and hobble along the beach for a bit. My ankle is actually feeling a little better today so we make it all the way back to the hostel on foot.
Jane's friend Evie, who she knows from her London days back in the late 90s, and who now lives in Melbourne, sent us an e-mail to say that she will be in Airle Beach later this week. That is where we are going to be too, so we arrange to give her a call when we arrive.
After dinner, we walk/limp to the cinema to see the Borat movie. I'm sure everyone has seen it, so suffice to say that it is a big hit with the sparse Noosa crowd tonight.
Being a Saturday night, the hostel in noisy into the wee hours. I'm not sure why Saturday should be any more of a party night than any other for people who are on holiday all the time but it seems to be that way. A bunch of them come crashing back in at around 4am, shout and laugh for a while then quieten down. All except for a Canadian guy and some girl who continue to yap away in the common room, completely oblivious to the sleeping guests all around them. Finally, at about 5am, I struggle out of my top bunk, bandages ankle and all, and request in the nicest possible way that they speak a little more softly.