Airlie Beach to Hervey Bay

Long time, no blogs. Took me a while to find one that works...

So unfortunately you won't have seen me in your latest copy of Now or Heat magazine as it seems Matthew McConaughey and co have skipped on down the coast ahead of us, boooo! The good news is we found something brighter...the sun, which was the perfect weather for sitting my Airlie Beach's stunning lagoon. Of course with my freckled, English skin it also meant some more burning. Ouch! One day i'll get a golden tan not a red one... i hope!

Took an overnight bus to Hervey Bay (much cosier than the one we'd had to Melbourne) and a little more entertaining too - even if the DVD didn't work. Our source of entertainment? - the sky...and a cyclone. As our driver swirled around the road and we questionned his alcohol levels we soon found out he was avoiding falling debris. Not sure which is scarier. Pulled into a petrol station/cafe for a break and spent most the time watching the sky light up with the cyclone. Also had to avoid the biggest beatle type things ever (the ones used in Indian Jones to eat food i'm told) which were covering the ground and, at one time, clinging to Kim's top. Eeek! Back on the bus and cyclone behind us there was time for a sleep before arriving early doors in Hervey Bay.

Picked up by the brightest pink minibus you've ever seen we checked ourselves in and onto a 4WD self-drive Fraser Island tour in a few days time. We have to attend a briefing to know a) how to drive on sand, b) how to survive camping and c) what to do when a dingo comes into your camp. WHAT!?

A little scarier is we've booked ourselves onto a SKYDIVE too. 14,000 ft of flying through the skies and relying on a man to get you to the ground safely!