Carnet de voyage en Australie

So to sum up, my trip was the following so far : Sydney (5 days) -> Byron Bay (4 days) -> Brisbane (0.5 day) -> Noosa (3 days) -> Harvey Bay/Fraser Island (3 days) -> Airlie Beach/Whitsundays island (4 days) -> Magnetic Island (2 days) -> Cairns.
Most people add Town of 1770, Mission Beach and Cape Tribulation but short on time and not spending 1 year like most people I met, choices needed to be made. To be more precise, most people who spend 1 year stay generally 6 months in a place to work and don't limit themselves to the east coast.

Airlie beach is the launchpad to whitsunday islands and great bareer reef.
It's a place where the sun hits hard especially if you go 2 or 3 days sailing the beautiful whitsundays islands. Many white brittish people tried to defy the sun and they almost all failed. "I didn't know that one could get a sunburn in half an hour" are saying these tourists in line at the chemist with their back scarlet and smoking. It's painful to see. I have already my own personal fight with mosquitos I'm about to lose so I didn't forget my sunscreen. So far so good.

The people in my boat

I just forgot my camera in the boat during the whitsunday trip, and that's another personal fight I have in each of my trip. I lost again. Last time I travelled, I lost/was stolen my computer/credit card/shoes/phone so there is an improvement. But I need to check where is my passport because I haven't seen it for some time. Usually you get a bit of adrenaline when you realise you have lost something important like this but I don't get this adrenaline thing any more, my brain knows that losing things is a normal part of trip, like taking a bus. Travel makes oneself richer, I make other richer as well. *sight*
To get back on the sunburn subject and to be more fair, most brittish people I saw managed to get a nice suntan, I wonder what's their secret as for me it's only a choice between staying white or going red. Life is unfair.

When I chose my boat for the cruise, I got an headache. There are 100 different boats coming in hundred different packages. 2 days 2 nights, 3 days 2 nights, free dive in this one, better meals in this one, extra stuff in the other, different dates of departure... I managed to restrain my choice to two different boats, one was in the "islands and dive" section, the other in the "islandive" section. I asked what was the difference to the girl at the booking office. She didn't know and had to call 3 or 4 different person before finding the answer.
The withsunday trip was excellent, probably the best part of my trip so far, the more expensive as well, and I'm not even taking into account the new camera I will need to buy. The camera was not even mine by the way. I have yet to tell the owner of the camera that I lost his property. If you read this post, I'm sorry. I can't help losing things. But I dived in the grear coral reef and lost myself in the aquatic world (ooooh what a poet I am)

I'm bad at spotting things in the wild and it still works in the middle of the ocean. I'm generally the only one not able to see the dolphin jumping out of water. This time, I missed a manta ray cruising next to our ship. It's hard to miss as it's 3 meter wide. I will log this as a personal record. I can't spot a camera on a bed when I leave a place, so I guess there is a common reason to all this. Maybe I need glasses.

His head is bigger than mine

Australians loves sport, especially in their sofa watching tv. They have their own sport, called Australian football or Aussie rules. I watched it a bit but can't explain it. The field is huge, like twice a football field, eggshaped, with around 50 players in each team, you can kick, play with your hand, pretty much do everything. It's to rugby what ultimate fighting is to boxing. It's a mess. They watch celtic football as well. It's football and rugby rolled into one. You can score a goal or just kick between the post. It's a mess as well.

Australian people are fun. My first night in Sydney, I decided to head for a pub and a beer to forget that my luggage was still in Hong Kong. I met some english and australian dudes there. 6 hours and 3 or 4 pubs later we were a dozen partying, whereas none of us knew each other 6 hours before. Each pub, we were gaining one or two more elements. A French girl met in Byron bay told me that some people started to sing in a bus in Sydney. At the arrival of the bus at bondi beach, the whole bus was singing, and they all decided to go in a pub to party. Australians involved in each case said that it was quite exceptional, but this kind of things would NEVER happen in Paris. We French people, or parisians at least, are boring people I reckon.