Month: July 2019

K’gari. Up the top.

I am at the top of Fraser Island. Or K’gari, which is it’s proper name. It means ‘paradise’ in the language of the Butchulla people. It is, in fact, quite paradisical. The sand is white, the water is aquamarine, and when anchoring the boat, I could see the chain laying across the sea bed with …

Going surfing

Surfing. It’s a mindset. The ability to throw oneself into the cold cold water, even though you are far more comfortable when dry. The mental strength required to squeeze your tea (or coffee) warmed body into a skin tight black tube and ignore the fact that you’re about to douse yourself in enough saline to …

Double Island Point.

This thing we’re doing, the day-hopping, we began in order to avoid sleeping whales. I tend to believe that the risk of hitting a sleeping whale is far less than something more mundane, such as being run over by a car. The noise that the boat makes as it sloshes its way through the water …

Gold Coast dreaming

Ah the Gold Coast. Southport, to be specific. Home to the lumbering elderly, the down and out, the fucked up druggies, people decamping from other countries, and a few who have built humpies on rafts, whacked on an outboard motor and floated them out into Bum’s Bay, where they’re photographed from the air every seven …