After 2 weeks of continuous driving north up Australia's east coast in up to 39 degree weather you can imagine finally turning back south for three days relaxation on the Sunshine Coast was quite appealing by this point.
After celebrating our amazing teamwork saw that we found our cosy beach hut retreat in the pitch black after a long drive, on our first morning we eagerly tucked into the aforementioned homemade granola and fresh strawberries. We then preceded to lounge about reading and eating all morning in the sunshine.
Our rented place is at Marcus Beach, one of several beaches that line the north end of the Sunshine Coast, just south of Noosa Heads. Noosa itself is a sizeable beach town surrounded by national parks. Its main street is flanked with an inlet of water on one side, a river or lake really where you can swim and boat, and the town's main beach. Despite the plethora (check me out with the big words) of beaches that continue south (sunrise, sunshine, castaways, marcus, peregian, coolum), this beach is really the main beach for the entire area because the others are simply too rough and dangerous to swim in. Instead they are a surfer's paradise. With 2 deaths in 2 weeks, I'm not about to test it out... The one beach with a slightly different deterrent is Alexandra Bay which, according to the locals, has become an unofficial nudist beach with some quite persistent, shall we say, frequenters...
On our first night we took the national park's must-do coastal path just in time to get the sunset back at the main beach. Aside from being a beautiful walk, it's also the best place to watch the surfers. All lined up waiting for the next big wave, it's quite a sight and then are actually all bloody good. With rocks to your left and rocks to your right, though, you'd have to be... Downside of the walk? Em and I managed to accumulate about 100 insect bites between us...
After weeks now of watching surfers on every single beach, I decided it was high time I had a go at it. I'm not going to say I was good, because it would make you feel bad. It would also not be true. Despite the (you might think convenient) lack of photographic evidence. I did actually manage to get up on my board a number of times... So I'm feeling pretty chuffed with myself and will proceed to tell most people from now on that 'I would have been a surfing champion, IF I lived in Australia...) like that's the only reason :D
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