After a brief stop in 1770, where we stayed on a commune in the outback and encountered much horrifying wildlife. We quickly confined ourselves to our room and were relieved to see the greyhound at the crack of dawn the next morning. (Was actually a beautiful place just very naturey!)

We arrived at Dingos hostel on Rainbow Beach where we started off by attending a safety talk for Fraser island and get sorted into our groups of 11. We learnt about the dangers of child-eating dingos, man-eating sharks and woman-stinging jellyfish and wondered what we had got ourselves into. Not to mention the peeing in a hole in the ground, B'Jaysus! Luckily we got an amazing group, conveniently including the 4 irish girls that we have been travelling with.

Next morning we packed up our mammoth 4x4, aptly named 'lil' black', a huge hunk of a vehicle. In convoy we followed our leader, indi, a beautiful man strongly resembling Harrison Ford circa Temple of Doom. On arrival at the barge he waved us off on our own into the wilderness of Fraser island, the world's largest sand island, which was ironically, and much to our horror, covered in rainforest! We quickly broke free from the rest of the convoy, disregarding Merv's 5 simple rules, in a race against the tide. We bombed up the beach wailing the A-team theme tune out the windows as people dived out of our way! We almost got out comeuppance, however, when a plane almost landed on top of us as we cruised down the beach. We visited the maheno wreck, a boat wreck suspiciously like the Flying Dutchman, in all its carbuncled glory. We made it to the most northern point of the island, Indian head, where we swam in the champagne pools, which were not in fact filled with champagne, much to our shock and disappointment! Also had our first encounter with the pesky dingos , the only wild population left in Australia.

The weather took a turn for the worse as we headed to our chosen campsite. Unable to drive we were forced to pull into a scene strongly resembling that of Jurassic Park. In a dramatic scene we were hauled back from the brink of a steep bank with 1 car already stuck at the bottom and our handbreak failing. Terror ensued as the monsoon closed in around us. We later found out that 4 1/2 inches of rain fell in 1 hour (a weeks worth in 1 night). Thankfully Larry the legend camp owner rescued us (kitted out in an 'I know what you did last summer' trenchcoat much to our horror) and allowed us full use of his campsite! We made the sensible decision to commence drinking in an attempt to calm our nerves, neglecting to put our tents up, unintentionally, but happily, leaving them dry for the next night! Our 11 strong team squeezed into the jeep and slept like babies, until a rogue member of our team returned, opening the driver's door, which was supporting Clare's entire body weight, luckily catching her inches from the ground after an almightly drop from our whale of a car.

The next morning the weather began to clear as we drove through ancient rainforest towards the magnificent Lake McKenzie, warm as a bath, clean as a whistle and pumped full of aloe vera. We sensibly decided to set up camp early before we were lured by the evils of goon. Had arranged to meet another jeep from our group whom we had bonded with the previous night during our near death experience. Tethering our jeeps together for shelter we witnessed a spectacular sunset and spent the night singing, dancing and drinking on the beach by the light of the moon and crystal clear views of the Milky way.

The final day was a scorcher, typical!! Floated fown Eli Creek and almost missed our barge as we manically rushed to see the spleandour of Lake Wabby. Bombing down the beach as the tide closed in around us we arrived in the nick of time. We returned in high spirits, blaring our signature theme, the A-team yet again and spent our last night together in the hostel gardens enjoying a feast fit for a king in preparation for our hardass next day....

Nervously climbed onto our 3 choppers, kitted out like the pros we were in elbow pads. Quickly got the hang of it and spent the rest of the day cruising the Cooloola coast road like hell's angels. Stopped off to watch the sunset from the Carlo Sandblow. Onwards to our next stop the next day, Noosa Heads, a glorious place, for 2 days of chilling on the beach before we head to Big Steve's zoo, Poor Steve :( but we are very excite!!......