Fraser Island...

Ahh, Fraser Island. The largest sand island in the world, with (allegedly) more sand in it than all of the Sahara. It certainly is a very, very sandy place. Me and Clare decided on a one-day tour, due to cash and time-based constraints, which proved an interesting choice. This is because all the backpackers go on the overnight tours, staying in large permanant tents leaving me and Clare with.....the elderly!

Yes, that's right, me and Clare and a load of pensioners loaded up on our special 4 wheel drive bus for a tour of the island, with plenty of 'mind the step, it can get a bit slippy' or 'this is the last toilet stop for a while, you might want to go and try' type reminders as we set off.

We did actually have a fantastic day there, taking in lots of lakes, rainforests, the wreck of the Maheno, a knackered old luxury cruise ship accidentally washed up on shore by some shoddy Japanese sailing in the 1940's as well as some pretty coloured sands and a freshwater creek or twenty to swim in.

Anyways, here's a few piccies, including Clare's 'arty' number and 'Elderly in the forest - a study by Simon Howard':

































































Our trip to Fraser co-incided with Clare's birthday. Now, I'd really gone to town this year, even buying her a card that didn't insult her and/or mention flatulence. However, the girls in the hostel we were staying in totally outdid me by getting her a cake with candles, a present, balloons, and even colourful 'happy birthday' banners!
































-Si