So the last few days staying on the Island we didn't do too much, the only thing we did we head over to North Stradbroke Island which is a large Island in the same area that we are in. It seemed easy to get to, but it wasn't!

We had to drive down to the ferry port on Macleay and jump on a passenger ferry, that we didn't have enough money to pay for, as they only take cash. The timetables and prices were completely different, so the bloke just said 'what have you got?' showed him ten bucks and he whipped it off me and said 'yer that with do'. Then once on the main land we had to catch a bus. Having no cash at all now and not an ATM in sight we had to walk 20 minutes to the nearest one, luckily it was on the same bus route we needed and we only just made it. If we had been 2 minutes later we would have had to wait an hour for the next one.

When we got on the bus I handed a note to the driver and he said it was his first route and he didn't have any change so he told us to sit down and not worry about paying! I instantly thought back to my School days and remember people trying to get on buses with £20 notes and the drivers bluntly saying 'nah, can't take that, you will have to get change from a shop and catch the next one' good old London.

Twenty minutes on that bus and the driver advised us we needed to catch another Bus down to the port to catch the ferry to North Stradbroke. When we checked the bus times, and noticed the bus we needed was not due for another 35 minutes which meant we would miss our ferry and have to wait another 50 minutes for the next one. So we decided to walk and got to the port in plenty of time to grab some lunch as well.

Ferry crossing took another 20 minutes and then arriving on the Island we had to jump on another Bus to get to a place called Point Lookout which was the most scenic place to visit. We hopped straight on a Bus this time as they coincide the Bus times with the arrival of the Ferry.

A short ride and we were in Point Lookout, on the Northeast tip of the Island, one café, one pub, one surfing shop and a Gelato shop! We hiked out to a Gorge right on the tip, to the right a beautiful beach sprawled out almost endlessly into the distance, golden sands and clear turquoise waters, It was very inviting. Then to our left were huge cliffs and rugged rocks, 2 to 3 meter waves crashing into the rocks and spraying up the cliff face. We hiked further and crossed the gorge and followed the path back into town.

On our way we stumbled upon a Kangaroo grazing, he didn't seem to mind us and we got really close to him. A moment like that can make all the driving, bus journeys, and ferries not matter one bit. Only the thought of having to do the same route in reverse was annoying.

We both agreed we had learnt something about ourselves from the experience on the Islands, that it was nice place to visit, but so impractical, and we would not want to live somewhere like this. When we were in Dunkeld, Hamilton was only a 15 minute drive away, we could get in our car at any point and drive there. On Macleay you were still reliant on public transport even with a car, the ferries only run until a certain time in the evening so even going out for dinner on the mainland you would have to keep an eye on the time. The shops, pubs and clubs on the island had weird closing times, the golf club only served food from Thursday to Saturday for dinner but Wednesday to Sunday for Lunch. We visited a nice café for Lunch a few days back and decided to go again but they were closed for the day, and then there was the fishing shop which after driving past it multiple times was only open once during our week and a half stay!?! Everybody here is on what Claire called ''Island time''. All really friendly, chilled out people, but nobody is in a rush.

After being on the road for over a Month to stop in one place and do nothing, was pretty hard, it took us a while to settle into it when we were in Spain, but even then we always had something to do, even if it was a cuppa round at my Dads for a chat. To settle into the chilled out zone in just a week is too hard when you know you will be moving on again soon. We have come to love living on the road, not being tethered to anything, always thinking about the next thing we are going to do or see. It takes a while to fall in love with it, but it's the best feeling once you do. Life is not meant to be lived in one place.