Trip Start Nov 02, 2011
130Trip End May 31, 2012
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Where I stayed
Long Island Resort
We arrived yesterday (Monday 14/11/11) after a blast across the water from Abel Key in Airlie Beach, via Day Dream Island (looked more like the Thunderbirds Island to me!). The ferry service is super quick, on a catamaran with engines out of trucks, they have so much grunt that the Captain was obviously easing the speed up so as to keep the passengers in their seats. Not sure what speed we ended up doing but felt like in excess of 40mph.
Arrived at Long Island just after lunch to be met by a golf buggy train, which whisked us away along a wooden walk way that was fixed to the side of the island, through palm trees that shielded chalet style building, shortly arriving at reception
Walking back the way we had come, we arrived at our hotel room. It has to be said, having enjoyed a few holidays, walking into an en suite bedroom with more than one bed, a TV, fridge and a view over the beach are things that are held dear in ones heart. I fear our hostel when we arrive in Sydney, which I am sure, will be very nice, but it won't be what this boys become accustomed too over the years! It’s good to be back in hotel land with a few mod-con’s.
Within moments of stepping into our room and pausing to admire the great view from our ground floor room, straight out onto the beach, we are met with a sight of some of the other residents of Long Island Beach Resort. A bush turkey strolls across our vista, takes a drink from our foot wash pool and continues on its way. Next a pair of Bush Stone Curlew’s show themselves. Suddenly alert one of them starts pointing like a beagle. Keeping an arrow like countenance it appears to start stalking something unseen to this human eye. Within a couple of metres it flared out its wings in quite an aggressive stance and then its target shows itself. A snakes head appears in the sand. A pause for thought as we remind ourselves that we are in a country full of wild wildlife and a lot of it has a nasty bite or sting
You’d think drinking at the bar would be a fairly typical affair, but not here in the Whitsundays, a tropical paradise, within an hour my wild life count climbs to include, Lorikeets, Agile Wallabies, Sulphur Crested Cockatoos, Kookaburra , Seagulls, Flying Foxes and an whole array of insects who seem to think I’m tasty.
Liz joins me for dinner and before you know it, its bedtime... We continue our trend of another early night (9:30pm). This is one of the more surprising points of stopping work, I’d anticipated us to be up later but no. Will have to monitor this as our trip goes on.
Next day (Tuesday 15/11/11) brings us a walk to Sandy Bay a mere 6km (~4 miles) along the island. Didn’t count on a rather hilly climb through the bush on a rough ramblers track. The fact you had to let reception know where you were going should have been a good indication that this wasn’t going to be the easiest of walks. But hey we pushed blindly on into the dappled shade and stony track.
On the way we passed several bays, the other resort on the island (principally accessed by helicopter so you can guess the calibre of guests expected there), little lizards about 10cm long, enormous lizards about 1 metre long (!) and eventually we arrived in Sandy Bay.
Half of the beach was covered in mangroves trees, with only a few metres between shore and forest, we make our footprints in the soft sand. The camera appears in hand ready for another Whitsundays panoramic picture, when through the view finder an unusual shape is spotted. There... only a couple of meters from us in the shallow salty waters is a sea turtle. We watch awhile, Liz gets some great shots and then we are chased from the beach by the biggest flies I have ever seen, which seem mesmerised by my body. I enjoyed the recognition but had to retreat in fear of their bites. Does everything have to bite in this country?
A little dehydrated and starving hungry we make it back to the resort and let reception know we conquered the jungle. No trophies, not even a pat on the back are awarded but our names are scratch off the search and rescue list and we are advised to head to the bar for a drink...
Naturally that’s were we head, scarf a large plate of chips and before you know it we’re drinking cocktails whilst floating around in the pool.
Time meanders on to feeding time
A quick shower and back for some din din’s for us, whilst we’re serenaded by ....... (names have been erased to protect the innocent and avoid libel suites). A collection of old and new tracks painfully ripped apart before our ears... Oh is it time for bed again?
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