One word. Wow. This has definately been one of the highlights of the holiday so far. This island is absolutely amazing. I spent two days on Fraser Island - the largest sand island in the world. The first started off a bit bleak. It was overcast, quite cold, i was tired and hungry, things were not looking good. That quickly changed though. After a cup of tea (one of about a million consumed in the space of 48 hours), the sun came out, sorta, which made me feel a lot better. I was in a group of about 40 in a massive, 14 tonne 4WD bus. Let me tell you, it's the first time in my life where I actually needed the seat-belt. Had I not used it, I would be currently be splattered along the roof of the bus. It was fantastic. So, on the first day, we checked out a couple of lakes, which were so incredibly cold, I couldn't force myself to get in. After that was a bit of a trek through some of the forests (one of which was where they filmed Walking With Dinosaurs, which was awesome), and a general look through the island. We were constantly being fed with great food and drinks and biscuits and everything. Well done Cooldingo Tours!!! I'm sure we did more on the first day, but that's all I can remember right now. The second day was very eventful. After a great breakfast (seriously, all we did was eat) we headed off the east coast of the island. On the way over, our driver, chris, spotted a few flowers that only actually flower for one day each year. Can't remember the name, but i thought that was pretty cool. After crossing the island, through pretty dense rainforest, we arrived on 75-mile beach. No prizes for guessing where the name comes from. About halfway down the beach, the driver announces that we had the chance to have a quick flight round the island. Sounded fantastic, but we all reckoned they were gonna charge a fortune. The pilot got onto the bus and said it was only $60. 60 bucks??? Unbelievable, that's only 25 quid. So five minutes later, i was strapped into the co-pilot's seat of one of those little planes flying around fraser island (don't worry, i wasn't actually flying the plane). The island was even more stunning from the sky. I got some really great pictures (I'll put them up once I find a decent computer), and it was a great experience. After that was a very quick photo stop at the Maheno shipwreck (couldn't tell you a thing about it though), and then, as we were heading back down the beach, two F1-11 fighter jets flew past the bus, not 50 feet off the ground at about 300mph. Quite possibly one of the most surreal things to happen to me in a very long time. Bus, beach, plane, shipwreck, fighter jet. Madness, absolute madness. Hence the joy of travelling. You don't know what you'll be doing 2 hours from now, never mind 2 days or 2 weeks. So, after the fighter jets, we saw one of the famous Fraser Island dingos, also very exciting, and we headed to Eli Creek. There, I met another of the resident, Eric the Eel. About a metre long and as thick as my arm, Eric lives right up the creek and has been there ages. He doesn't mind being stroked, but I didn't hang round too long to push it. Instead I had a gentle stroll down the creek, and then we were off again. We had a quick final stop of the day at the Sandblows, these huge sandunes far inland, where we had more tea and more cookies. Life is good. And finally, to round a perfect day off, i watched the sun set for about half an hour. The sky was awash with colours, and i got some great pictures. At the risk of sounding cliche, it was almost perfection. Then one final meal at the Dingo Bar with the rest of the guys (a great bunch, so funny and slightly psychotic) and then I got the ferry back to the other big island known as Australia. Not bad. Not bad at all.