Travel Diaries: Lake McKenzie (Fraser Island Trip)

For any eagle eyed readers of my blog, you may have noticed a slight resemblance between Lake Mckenzie and Whitehaven beach that I blogged about here in my Whitsundays post. The sand on this beach is the same sand that makes Whitehaven so unique. I was under the impression that Whitehaven was the only beach to have this 98% silica beneath my feet, but here I am standing on it once again!IMG_7748

The depth increases rather quickly in this lake, the reason for the change in colour seen in the images above and below.


I really cannot get over how clear the water is in Australia…


Lake Mckenzie! What did you think? Have you been? Let me know and as always, thanks for reading and I will see you in the comments 🙂

Click here for Fraser Island Part One: Lake Wabby


Travel Diaries: This is the largest sand island in the world

This is Fraser Island. A World Heritage site and so large that it contains rainforests, over 100 freshwater lakes and its own registered highway on a beach 75 miles long. Oh, and a pretty cool shipwreck.


Because there are a good few things to do on this island, I have split this post into parts. This post shows you Lake Wabby, reachable after a long uphill walk through forests. The walk is a good one however, the incline only gradual over a distance.IMG_7784IMG_7785IMG_7786IMG_7788

The walk to the lake itself is a fairly long one too, especially over sand. It is reachable with a walk (or fall) down a very steep dune, which can be pretty tiring when trying to get back up.


Have you ever visited this island? Hopefully my upcoming posts from here will convince you to!!

There is plenty to be found here with a little exploration…

Stay tuned.


Don’t be fooled by Australian beach photos…

Don’t let this view fool you, it’s still bloody cold in the mornings here as we aren’t quite into summer. The further south I go, the more I keep up with the cold weather. 

I knew my ski jacket would come in handy.

Nothing french toast with crispy bacon can’t fix.

What are you having for breakfast this morning?

This pier is 2,848ft long 

I went for a walk today and found a nice pier to chill on, taking in the lovely beach here on my rest stop of Hervey Bay before making my way to Fraser Island tomorrow. 

On the map I was provided at the hostel there was a pier, however this one didn’t seem to be in the right place (on the map it appeared to be on a curve, this pier wasn’t, so I took a snap and kept walking down the coastline.

As I was walking, I found another pier of a similar size. I then wondered why there was only one on the map, and realised that there must be a pretty big one a little further down. 

I found it, and it was impressive.

Almost at the end of a ten or so minute stroll…

Looking back to shore.

Right at the end were plenty of fishermen and women. Reason be that the water is impressively shallow all the way out. This would be why the pier was built, it used to transport goods onto ships after being built in 1917. It was about to be demolished when the local community protested, and here it is in 2018. 

Typing that, I’ve just realised its 101 years old!

That water though! 👌🏝

My first taste of luxury and freedom (but I’m still in hostels)

One night in Townsville… this is the city that is my gateway to freedom from farmwork. Four of us made the great escape on the coach and from here, take a coach or a flight to the next destination. Two of us are staying in this particular hostel for one night (two in another just down the road) and then I am heading down to Airlie Beach.

I think.

This is more like a mini resort than a typical budget hostel. I mean come on, it has a well maintained swimming pool and a bar with swings. Admittedly I did not use either, but it was nice to be in a more relaxed environment away from bunk beds that have panels missing and dirty floors from work boots.

I mean there were still some crazy antics… we were walking- okay, stumbling- fairly drunk up the stairs early in the morning and we were greeted by a mud crab crawling towards us. Kebab in hand, we freaked out as a topless man ran around the corner chasing it and picked it up.

Now, I can only assume this was a prank as I am sure it would not be very hard to catch up to a crab, but I am glad he did because these things can use their claws with some power. He started laughing his head off and began to jokingly taunt us with it but by then we were all laughing. We did in fact forget about this until the following morning when we met this man again. He immediately recognised us and pointed and laughed outside of the pool. We didn’t have much time to talk as we needed to check out but it seems he was fishing earlier in the day. He may indeed live here, a guy in his 40’s that knows the town pretty well. Why this would mean he would be wandering the stairs with a crab is anybody’s guess.

Oh hostel life, I love you.

So now, back to travel posts, photographs of landscapes, architecture and street art and little bits of personal philosophy and opinions on anything and everything that inspires me to think.

So, my beautiful readers, is there anything that you are looking forward to the most? Let me know and I will try to make it work.

Have a great day!

Debate: Should pink be prawn cocktail or salt and vinegar?

So one thing that really threw me off when I was purchasing crisps in Australia was the different coloured packets and flavours. My eye sight isn’t the best (I need glasses but rarely wear them, terrible I know), so when I went to grab what I thought was prawn cocktail was in fact salt and vinegar. 

It’s the same with blue, for me this signifies cheese and onion. 

What a culture shock!

So with that I have to ask you: What’s your flavour? And what colour should it be?

I feel Smiths/ Walkers/ Lays and any other brand of crisps out there need to unify and make their colours universal!

This shouldn’t be here…

To the bottom right of this image you can see a giant shrimp. The problem with this is that we are miles from the ocean and a good ten minute drive from the nearest river. 

How does it end up on a dirt road surrounded by pumpkin paddocks and sugar cane?

This isn’t the first time I have encountered something this strange. A few weeks back a coworker spotted a fish in the paddock as he was about to pick up a pumpkin. It couldn’t have been there for too long as it wasn’t too decayed. His confused face was a picture, the reactions were even better on the trailer from the packers. We placed the fish on the conveyor belt to be placed in a bin as we do with pumpkins, watching the guys about to pick it up before realising what it was was hilarious. 

Are birds picking them up and dropping them? Some of these fields have also flooded in the past, I don’t know if the floods were so bad that fish could swim from nearby rivers up here and get stranded once the waters subside, but it’s another possibility. 

Anyone know the reason or experienced this for themselves? 

Very strange!

Four days left: I’m going to miss the wildlife (and farm dogs!)

Just look at this dog. So far each farm I have worked on has had at least one dog roaming the land, old and young, skinny and fat, naughty ones and of course, the good boys. This one today may have to be the most friendly/happy/attention-seeking dog so far and I’m not mad at it.

I will certainly miss being greeted to a dog running over to us in sheer delight and expecting belly rubs. It helps the early starts and the searing heat. Each dog has a bit of character, bringing fun and energy to the team. 

Funergy. That’s what they bring.

Whether it is Django stealing our work gloves and expecting a chase inbetween catching mice or Honey watching us prune mango trees whilst on the lookout for possums, they are great company. 

But of course, these haven’t been the only animals we have encountered on the farms. They are the animals I would prefer to encounter for sure, much more pleasant than a brown snake or death adder. I have encountered four snakes directly underneath me whilst I work, although I’m sure they were non-venomous.

Just don’t hold me to that. 

Two pythons, a yellow belly and a jet black snake that we were unable to identify. The last one I was sure was a black tube that runs through the fields to water the crops. I was about to stand on it until I saw the scaly skin slithering away from me very slowly. Even if they aren’t venomous, a snake bite cannot be too pleasant. The supervisor simply shrugged his shoulders, told us to ‘work around it’ and on we went.

This is expected with farmwork. If anything it has helped me to lose my phobia as I have little choice but to mingle with such animals and insects. A huntsman spider was my worst nightmare until I realised they weren’t a threat, suddenly my priorities became what would require a helicopter ride to the nearest city hospital.

The monsters we put up with to give the people their pumpkins…

Green ants have been the biggest pests. They are very aggressive and expect a bite if they are on you. These little insects are the reason for so many anger outbursts on the farm, if a nest drops on you, expect multiple bites and don’t expect to simply shake them off. They grip on for dear life.

Don’t headbutt one of these when you are made to pick a crate of small fruit every thirty minutes. It doesn’t help.

But I still appreciate them all. Every creature, deadly or friendly, big and small. It must have been such an amazing experience for those discovering these new lands during exploration to see such variety and new species. It also makes me wonder what the universe has in store for us once (if) we manage to explore space further. I cannot even imagine.

But for now, I’ll happily settle for what we have. And I thank farmwork for giving me the opportunity to see so much so close up. I’m going to miss these daily encounters.