Or Place of One Million Roundabouts and No Traffic Lights.
The first part of the year has flown by but at the same time it has felt incredibly long and draining. Strange considering the abundance of public holidays on offer. I blame the late appearance of Easter for needing to get away for a holiday in May. Usually in the first half of the year, I get a constant run of 3-4 day weekends, thanks to a particularly awesome 9 day roster. With Easter and Anzac Day combined, there were just far too many 5 day weeks in between for my liking. What can I say? I’ve been spoiled.
So I’d put in for my leave but still hadn’t decided on anywhere to go. Given we really only had 5-7 days to go anywhere, I didn’t fancy any 14hr drives to get to where we were going. The Sunshine Coast is a little too close to home to feel like a proper holiday so we decided on a little further up the coast at Noosa. I was remembering what it was like years ago and thought it was what we both needed. A bit of peace and quiet away from the city, somewhere relaxing.
Only Noosa is not how I remember it. Not that this is a bad thing necessarily….it’s just more commercialised than it was many years ago. It’s something that the local tour operators commented on a lot – the closer you get to the river mouth, the more expensive everything tends to get. Having said that, we were lucky enough to have a decent 6 day stretch of fine weather to enjoy the place and it was wonderful to just kick back and play it by ear. Being the low season, there wasn’t a lot of crowds to compete with, apart from at Hastings Street for the Food & Wine Festival (which we didn’t even visit) on the weekend.
We even had a cruise out to the Noosa Everglades which ran with a grand total of six people on the boat. It was almost like having a chartered cruise, except with people you don’t know. Our skipper Andy was fantastic and even when we had some unexpected troubles with the boat, he kept his sense of humour and just got on with the job. He even got us back to the jetty after the steering went, somehow shifting the twin motors with his feet at the back of the boat while another passenger helped out with the throttle. It was a wonderful afternoon and because of the slower speed coming back in, we had a gorgeous sunset to drink in during our return.

On a less windy day, the water is like glass

Fishing from the Spit at sunset
Unfortunately the dinner cruise wasn’t running while we were there which was a shame because I was really looking forward to it. But hey, it just gives us an excuse to go back, maybe for a long weekend.