Fraser Island - Day 4 and 5

On Saturday, the plan was to drive up to the most northern part of the island which some people say is the most beautiful. On the way up there is a section where one has to drive through a gorge that just fits the width of a car. When we got closer, there were already cars lining up to make their way through this canyon. It looked far too scary for me, so I decided to walk over the rocks and let Bulla drive through the gorge by himself. I thought standing on the rocks and taking a video was more fun than sitting in the car going through this narrow gap between massive rocks. After he successfully maneuvered Elsie through the gorge, I joined him again.

Straight after the rocks came a stretch of very soft, thick sand and the car in front of us got stuck. The driver tried several times using lots of momentum, but the wheels of his car just dug deeper and deeper into the sand. We watched for a while as the driver and his friends tried to manage to get over this part but eventually Bulla offered to use his winch to pull him out. It was no problem for Elise to pull the car and move it to the side so that all the cars that were waiting at that point, could carry on with their journey. Elsie made its way through the soft sand without any problems, and we carried on going north.

As people say, the northern part of Fraser Island is very beautiful in a

different sense. There are no longer trees, but just shrubs and grass and it starts feeling very deserted. There is just you, the dunes, the sun, some birds and the sea. There is a beautiful stillness.

We drove up to where we could go no further and stopped for a bite to eat. Then we made our way back along the beach. When we came to the spot where the soft sand and gorge were, we heard on the radio that some cars had got stuck and we had to wait until the ‘pass’ through the dunes was free for us (and some others waiting) to put the foot on the gas and conquer the sand through the dunes. We waited at least 30 minutes.

We drove back to Dundubara, where we stayed for the last night. As I was lying there and slowly drifting off to sleep, I was imagining being in one of the beautiful resorts on the island, lying on a king size bed after having climbed out of the bubbling hot spa bath and looking forward to the continental breakfast with hot croissants, sourdough bread with raspberry jam, and freshly squeezed orange juice. Well, one is allowed to dream!

On Sunday, it rained, and the sky was grey. We drove all the way back to the very bottom of Fraser Island to take the Ferry to Inskip Point. From there we went further south to explore Noosa, as we had heard a lot about it but never been there.