Whitehaven
Beach
A few
days later, we drove to Whitsunday Island and went to Whitehaven
Beach. It was so incredible! The sand was the whitest I’ve ever
seen and the water was so blue. I thought it was completely trashed,
but I was wrong. The beach was properly clean.
The whole
island is a national park, so there aren’t any hotels, just a
campground, where we set up our tents and met a nice group of
surfers, who we went to the beach with, but there weren’t good
waves, so we talked about god and the world.
The guys
invited us to a campfire and we gladly accepted. I wish I had not
done it: In the end I had to bring one to the hospital with an
alcohol-poisoning.
(In
the hospital)
The next
day we wanted to make a beach-walk.
The beach was so long, but I saw unbelievable things like plants and animals and at the end of the day I slept calmly.
Bay of
Fires
The
following day I had to get up early because we had to get the bus to
Melbourne and after that the ferry to Tasmania. Arrived in Devonport,
a nice fishing village, I was frightened to death: I lost my purse
somewhere between Melbourne and Devonport. Admittedly, it wasn’t as
bad as it could have been: Most of my money was in my bag, but my ID
and all these things were gone.
Well, we couldn’t change it, so we walked to the bus station and waited for our bus to the “Bay of Fires”. Three hours later we found ourselves on a beautiful beach called Binalong Bay Beach, with white sand and blue water.
Well, we couldn’t change it, so we walked to the bus station and waited for our bus to the “Bay of Fires”. Three hours later we found ourselves on a beautiful beach called Binalong Bay Beach, with white sand and blue water.
(My
favourite place on Binalong Bay Beach)
We went
to the sea and swam. It was so much fun.
On the way back to the campground, I heard a very British-looking guy talking:”…in 1773. Captain Tobias Furneaux saw the Aborigines and gave the bay the name: “Bay of Fires”.”
Nice background information, I thought and went on.
Two hours later I watched a group of teenagers, who crept away with the fishing. I knew, that fishing is illegal in this area, so I followed them to look what they were doing so. I was right: they fished! “Hey! What are you doing here? This isn’t allowed.” I said to them, but they were just laughing. “Oh, come on! Nobody minds if we’re fishing some fish. Anyway we’re hungry.” a boy in my age said. I was hungry, too, and the confirmation of my stomach growled loudly. The guys laughed louder. “Do you want to eat with us some illegal fish?” they asked me and I said yes. I got the others and we had a great meal.
On the way back to the campground, I heard a very British-looking guy talking:”…in 1773. Captain Tobias Furneaux saw the Aborigines and gave the bay the name: “Bay of Fires”.”
Nice background information, I thought and went on.
Two hours later I watched a group of teenagers, who crept away with the fishing. I knew, that fishing is illegal in this area, so I followed them to look what they were doing so. I was right: they fished! “Hey! What are you doing here? This isn’t allowed.” I said to them, but they were just laughing. “Oh, come on! Nobody minds if we’re fishing some fish. Anyway we’re hungry.” a boy in my age said. I was hungry, too, and the confirmation of my stomach growled loudly. The guys laughed louder. “Do you want to eat with us some illegal fish?” they asked me and I said yes. I got the others and we had a great meal.
We
arranged to go surfing with them the next day, but we had to get the
ferry to Australia.
They
weren’t as bad as I hoped. But we had to get the ferry back
landward and we wanted to see something else from Tasmania, so we
took the bus back to Devonport, but that was rubbish: Just a few
shops and old people. So I just waited for the ferry.
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