Fraser Island, Queensland
This morning we reluctantly set about packing the car and were out of the cabin by 9, leaving the caretaker dude shaking his head (again) as he found one more bloody post he would have to re-dig and put back in- ahem ..... Stuart.
We wound our windows down and tried to breathe in as much of Fraser as we could, were treated to some more whale tail slapping (a bit further out), a few dingos and some ‘humpty doos’ for good measure. When we rounded the corner of...