Cutting Loose in Noosa
Trip Start
Jun 05, 2006
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Trip End
May 03, 2007
I don't know how anyone gets any work done in Noosa. Surrounded by water and containing a national park, the place is like some sort of deserted island where everyone is shipwrecked from the 9 to 5. Not only that, it's huge! It takes about 40 minutes to drive from one side to the other because you have to go round all these little islands.
And I've actually seen a koala in the wild here - probably would have missed it if all the people standing round the foot of a tree wasn't my first clue. So after a day of trekking round I think my enthusiasm for the place kind of got the better of me as I developed a stinking cold after a day of basking in sunshine on the beaches, trails and streets of Noosa. My wanderlust had finally crept up on me and bit me on the bum.
It took a day of very tough recuperation by the swimming pool to cure me during which it was decided that that Crikey! Bloke off the TV would also prove a reviving tonic. And I'm probably among the few who have remained immune to his charms, having never seen those strange Crocodile Hunter programmes. Apparently there's also a film. And I even managed to see Steve Irwin at the Australia Zoo. He was driving his jeep up the provate road with his daughter who is perfoming some kind of strange song and dance routine in the Crocoseum during the school holidays.
Every single backpacker seems to have come up here to the Sunshine Coast so I seem to be surrounded by more British accents than Aussie ones! Hastings Street - kind of like Noosa's High Street - is a very happening place with the cafe society spirit well and truly alive.
And I've actually seen a koala in the wild here - probably would have missed it if all the people standing round the foot of a tree wasn't my first clue. So after a day of trekking round I think my enthusiasm for the place kind of got the better of me as I developed a stinking cold after a day of basking in sunshine on the beaches, trails and streets of Noosa. My wanderlust had finally crept up on me and bit me on the bum.
It took a day of very tough recuperation by the swimming pool to cure me during which it was decided that that Crikey! Bloke off the TV would also prove a reviving tonic. And I'm probably among the few who have remained immune to his charms, having never seen those strange Crocodile Hunter programmes. Apparently there's also a film. And I even managed to see Steve Irwin at the Australia Zoo. He was driving his jeep up the provate road with his daughter who is perfoming some kind of strange song and dance routine in the Crocoseum during the school holidays.
Every single backpacker seems to have come up here to the Sunshine Coast so I seem to be surrounded by more British accents than Aussie ones! Hastings Street - kind of like Noosa's High Street - is a very happening place with the cafe society spirit well and truly alive.


