Mission Beach

Watcha doing there Skippy?

Just been told by Glenn that I need to get my finger out and put some effort into the blogging so here goes…

Surviving the night by managing not to bump into big bird on a night pee run (Glenn not Shel) we packed up and left the camp with some relief. Although it was great to see these huge birds in the flesh, the warning signs are somewhat off putting! From memory, if you encounter one that becomes hostile the thing to do is NOT run but back away cautiously and try to put something solid between you and it, like a tree. Failing that a ruck sack as if they attack they pounce on you with both talons where they try to rip you apart, nice! That’s Oz J

We headed to Mission Beach which we read was nice, in the right direction and where you could skydive onto the beach if it took your fancy. It was a pretty nice camp but we were given a spot right by the creek so after some effort of not going too far back so we reversed Muriel into the creek and far enough forward so you could get into the boot, we set-up camp. Only the mozzies to worry about now!

We didn’t know how long we wanted to be at Mission beach and if we wanted to do the sky diving so we headed off for a mooch around the area. The beach, once again,  was stunning but had a cold wind so we quickly came off it and took a path that ran alongside it instead.

Here we encountered a massive lizard before rounding the corner to find our first (live) Kanagaroo. Yay, our first live Kanagroo’s and Glenn managed to get a decent(ish) shot of them before they took off.

Pleased with our little safari we made our way back towards town where we saw the skydivers walking up from the beach landing. As we thought, it was expensive to do. We had a look around the town which was pretty much like any other town we’ve encountered in Oz = a bit plastic with no real character unlike the local residents which are full of colour and life.

The only difference here was that there were also a lot of Travers who had found work in and around the beach. We found a small bar and had a schooner where we agreed to save our pennies for diving the Great Barrier Reef and head out of Mission Beach the following day.

Back at the camp, Glenn made friends with our neighbours whilst I did some much needed washing before cooking up so good old camp tukka before retiring for the night.