"A sculpture of the wind, or a big heap of sand. Depends on whether you're a poet or a bus driver."
- Bus driver Dave
Finding ourselves in a situation where DIY wouldn't be the cheaper option, we made our way to Fraser Island via booked tour. We got a lot more than we bargained for with bus driver Dave: a bit about botany, some human anatomy, a summation of the solar cycle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solar_cycle), and even a rap song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gm5zx8FOTEU).
We also got a ride better than any amusement park, with some of the world's best scenery.
Please no bus crashes, thank you to the weather for you're co-operation, hello island.
As mentioned, we chose the guided tour. This was for a few reasons.
Firstly, cost - we really weren't hell bent on going to Fraser to begin with and this was a bit cheaper than renting a 4x4 and buying a load of camping equipment and food for a few days.
Secondly, convenience - everyone I spoke to about Fraser said, if you go you have to drive. Sorry kiddies, I worked in a state park, I've driven on washed out roads, I've slept on more treacherous rides than Fraser has to offer, I've nearly had my femur crushed by a fire truck.
Thirdly, comfort - the cool dingo tour returned you to a warm bed each night. I know, I know, all my German traveller friends are cringing at my affinity for ease but when it comes to camping, I've been to that scene and explored what it has to offer, and furthermore, done A LOT of it lately.
The real highlight of the trip for me was day two. The sights were very unique, I'm talking once a year unique, I'm talking humpback whale migration unique. That's right at Indian Rock or something or other we saw a half dozen whales about 500 yards behind the surf breaching the surface of the ocean. What I haven't mentioned yet, is that I have been super excited to establish some whale visuals since I learned it was migration season. Actually, on the ride up the beach to Indian Rock, I did see the spout from a blowhole but no breach. He keeps saying this word breach, what is he talking about. Well, hopefully you aren't misinterpreting, I'm not talking about the back popping out of the water so the whale can get some air. I am talking about a whale speeding up to the surface from depth to bring a large portion of their body out of the water so that when gravity finally overcomes their momentum they splash down. We were able to admire this beauty for as long as the whales were willing to entertain us. It was something really special that brought chills down my spine.
I also saw a manta ray, the other thing I've been really excited about seeing. Unfortunately, for the ray's sake, we aren't really friends because I saw him from up on the cliff and not on a dive as I would have liked. Had he wanted to be my pal he would have presented himself while I was submerged. It's hard to hold it against him, he probably doesn't know what he is missing.
We also learned the island is eighty percent Antarctican sand and the rest is sand from the Blue Mountains (inland from Sydney). Those are interesting facts!