When riding onto Magnetic Island there was a magical breeze in the air, the sun was setting and the birds chirping. We rode along the coastal road to the coolest hostel/caravan park i have ever seen. As we drove into the driveway, we spotted a large amount of peering eyes from over many bean bags amongst the communal sitting area staring at the loud machines disturbing there tranquil googling experience. We park, organise a camping spot with reception and ride around to it.
We were exhausted and i couldnt wait for a hot shower as all the showers were ice cold at Alligator creek. We set up the tent, blew up our mattress and head to the shower block. Excitedly i hung up all my toiletries and turned on the water waiting for it to go hot. It didnt. I checked the taps, turning each off and on, nothing.
I grabbed my toiletries and ventured to the front counter to check out the problem catching an unexpected glance at my resting bitch face in the mirror on the way out.
As kindly as i could disguise my dissapointment i informed her the showers werent working and didnt have hot water. She let me know they broke the previous day and as it was a long weekend they were having trouble getting someone to fix them. I replied ‘That would have been nice to know before we set up the tent as we wouldnt have stayed here, ill come and check in the morning for an update.’
She didnt mind, or really care ‘ok’
I wouldnt usually mind but when your camping for a year and usually camping for free, all they need to provide are hot showers and a toilet. I have a cold shower most other days, thats the point of staying somewhere. Unlimited, unessisary, steaming hot shower time. Definitely a favourite past time.
The next morning Rob went and spoke to the girls and the front counter where he managed to get us upgraded to a backpackers hut with its own shower. Yayyy!! Hot shower!! That was magnificent. We were housed with 4 other young woman travelling Australia from Germany, Belgium, Denmark and Spain. Lucky Roberto!!
All showered and ready to hike we walked the world war 2 reuins treck. It was amazing to imagine and see the history of the rooms, and areas that lay in ruins before us. The amount of effort that would have been made to build the bunkers, stone walkways and cannon blocks would have been incredible.
We were lucky enough to see a koala on the trek that was unfortunatly being disturbed by 3 loud English lads. They complained it was grumpy and aggressive but too be honest i felt a little grumpy in the presence of there super loud echoing voices in the calm environment. Maybe i would have got aggressive too if they put a camera in my face like they had been with the koala.
After a big hike and some breathtaking views we made our way back to the caravan park where the kitchen was closing early due to the fact it was a public holiday. There were a few stranded backpackers with no way to cook there food and no transport to resturants so we got out our cooking gear and before we knew it we were cooking up some 2 minute noodles for a couple of hungry travellers and giving some salad to a few hungry possums.
No Gordan Ramsey but food all the same.
The next morning we walked to the beach and ate breakfast in nourish food bar. We had a delicious acai bowl which was a great alternative to the usual eggs.
We planned to go for a ride around the island for the day. As we started to ride out of the park i pulled down my visor and was quickly mortified to realise there was a spider on it. As i tried to wipe it off from the outside with my hand my heart nearly popped out of its chest as i realised it was on the inside.
I stopped as fast as i could and got that helmet off. Ekkkk That got the blood pumping!
We ride around the amazing island surrounded by vines and volcanic rock. I managed to drop the bike again whilst going 5km over some thick sand only to be helped by 2 aussie females in a mini topless jeep as Rob had sped off.
Once he returned we parked on the side of the road and ventured out to the gorgeous beach to be greated by a random blue healer cross dingo.
We come accross two chairs that look like they had been waiting for us. As we look out at the horizon and pondered life we just sat and soaked up our surroundings. How lucky are we to be from this beautiful country.
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