Fraser Island and Mon Repos

The road to the barge for Fraser seemed to take a lot longer then we anticipated. It may ne that the fact that boats don't usually wait and that the next one was five hours further may have had something to do with it.
A propos I don't think I ever mentioned Julians latest thing. Since we received a mask on the plane to Australia Djudj cannot live without it any longer. A direct result is loss of temper on his end when he goes to bed and we can't find it, on the better note, when we are in the car his expression of being tired is as such:"Mama'an passe moi le bandeau deja", this is followed by Djudj putting it on his eyes and on an average of seven point five seconds later of to lala land he is.
The booking of the hotel at Fraser didn't feel right, the hotel when we got there didn't feel right, and as i turned out to be it wasn't really right, nevertheless we decided to make the most out of it.
We ended up spending the firs two days around the pool and booking a Taxi to take us around the island.
A few details about the island need to be mentioned. Fraser is the largest sand island in the world, it has the largest dunes and it is also the only place where a rainforest grows directly on the sand.
The island is a bit of paradise. Long sandy strips of sand going on for about eighty kilometers, no roads only sand tracks to cross from one side to the other.
I asked a local ranger about snakes and spiders and she told us with a big smile that Fraser is home for nineteen species of snakes of which four are non venomous, it is also home for one of the deadliest funnel spiders and she went on to tell us that the east coast waters is home for hammerheads and tiger sharks, she didn't mention the blue bottle stingers, a kind of jelly fish as big as a kids fist that can paralyze you. Another detail she omitted to tell us about are the March flies, that start in November, go figure, flies as big as your thumb that bite. During the walks we took we had a constant feeling of hearing a trial bike contest not to far away.
Enough about the negative side.
After a 2 hour track/beach trail we got to Waddy point. A pick nick and a look around revealed a few rock pools filled with crabs and fish in which the kids decided to take a dive.
Driving back we saw an old shipwreck, the pinacles a sand blow cathedral like construction revealing different layers of colored sand, and a Eli Creek (not worth the stop).

We were lucky enough to encounter a young dingo pup, not shy at all that came to check us out. And learned, to the great joy of the kids, to search for clams and dig them up.

The next day turned out to be even better with the discovery of Wabby lake at the bottom of a huge sand dune and lake Mc Kenzie for which words will forever fail me to describe it's magical mystical sight.
The kids both at the end of both days acknowledged the 'specialness' of this place.
The sight of Vals fly dance, as in jump around jump round wave your arms scream and slap will stay forever engraved in my memory too.
The flies made us decide to leave a day early from this amazing place to render us to a new rare and privileged sighting in Mon Repos.
We passed a one street village named Woodgate decided to push on to Bragara and booked us into an appartment and a national park ranger program at Mon Repos Turtle Crookery.
We were wanted up front that patience is the key word because apparently turtles cannot be faxed mailed paged or phoned, to come on the beach when needed.
Bored of our head I called up a few people in Belgium, Val was on her facebook, Djudju was harassing Matthew that was super excited by the ranger junior program.
Around nine we were asked to get ready to go the beach for a night that turned out to become one of the most amazing nights of our lives, and not only because we were married nine years to the day.
No less then four loggerhead turtles, an endangered species laid eggs tonight. And the spectacle we got was amazing.
As we learned, turtles once twenty or so eggs laid stay committed  till they are finished.
The ranger placed a light behind the turtle and we witnessed the laying of one hundred and fifty seven eggs before the turtle covered the pouch she had dug in the sand prior to laying and turned around to head back to see.
The cherry on the cake came as we had to relocate the eggs away from the tides reach.
An exhausted Julian who although dead tired watched the whole thing was carried back as Matthew being his usual self couldn't stop talking about what he saw.
An amazing last night in this little village which seemingly has little to offer if you travel in Australia.
On we went to Agnes Water.

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