With the edge of a hurricane tickling the north Queensland coast you would think it'd be the wrong time to go for a stroll.
But stroll we did, and lovely it was too.
We even found time for a bit of lounging about.
The wind was whipping up the trees, but with the heat it was actually a blessed relief.
Well, as promised, here's the twelve headstands I managed to do while on the eighteen day camper trip. That's one headstand every one and a half days. Not bad going eh? :)
34. Jenolan Caves Headstand
35. Three Sisters Headstand
36. Byron Bay Headstand
37. Most Easterly Headstand
38. Nimbin Rocks Headstand
39. Point Danger Headstand
40. Surfers Paradise Headstand…
After all the hoofing about our time at Airlie Beach was ear-marked for a bit of proper chillin'. And this was the place to do it. With beautiful views,
a swimming lagoon (because, as we found out, it was stinger season and you couldn't go in the sea for fear of a possibly fatal jellyfish encounter),
and nothing to do but hang out and eat good food (from somewhere that had an awful lot of meat on it's menu for somewhere calling itself Buddha Burger)
After all the fun and frolics of the past few days, the next few had been ear-marked as 'driving days'. We needed to get up the coast, and we needed to do it pretty sharpish.
We were aiming for Rockhampton, being about half way between where we were and where we wanted to end up, but once again we were being a little ambitious, so we decided to pull in a little early and do a bit of wild camping at somewhere called Port Alma.
In going to Surfers Paradise a friend of mine had advised us not to stay in Surfers itself but a bit further down the coast at Burleigh Heads. We opted to stay even further down the coast and ended up at a nice little campsite in Coolangatta for a couple of nights. The wifi was free, and true value for money in that it was all but worthless, but they had a big bouncy 'pillow' you could jump about on, and there was somewhere under cover we could do yoga, so it all evened out in the end.
There's just a few things I really wanted to do when I came to Oz, and yoga at White Lotus is one of them.
White Lotus Yoga is run by two former yogis of the London Sivananda Centre, where I began my yogic journey, one of whom was my first ever yoga teacher! And since it was her love for, skill in, and enthusiasm about yoga that helped me realise it was the thing for me, I was looking forward to seeing her again (since you could quite concievably say that all this quitting work and leaving London to train as a yoga teacher and travel the world was in no small part down to her).
Do you remember I said "...we still had several thousand kilometres to go, and just ten days to do it in (at the time)." Well, today was the day we woke up and realised that driving 1877km in 6.5 days (288km a day, or 3.15 hours driving, for those of you trying to do the math) was not going to be a lot of fun, especially if we wanted to stop for a day here and there to enjoy the view.
The start of day four found us by a river in a field on an island near somewhere called Hawk's Nest. This is not my first random camper trip, so I didn't have high exectations for our campsite, but since the only 'amenities' were a big water tank and some skanky port-a-loos that would put the ones at Glastonbury to shame, I was once again struck by the thought that some 'campsites' really are just money for old rope.