Enduring Whitsundays
April 17th, 2004So. Whitsundays. (Or “Wetsundays,” as Jim calls them…)
First of all, the Whitsundays are a group of islands, FYI. And every backpacker traveling up the east coast does the islands as well as Fraser Island, so we weren’t breaking any new ground.
Jim and I went to the pier at 3pm and there were tons of other young people standing around waiting to get on their boat, called Tongarra. Finally our group was called together and we walked down the dock and got on the boat, a catamaran. (Or “catamaring” as Jim calls them…)
All 23 or so of us are herded below deck to set down our bags, and the hallways is so narrow only one person can get thru at a time. The room is tiny and we all pile our stuff in there and throughout the trip, it is a major pain in the butt to go down there and try to get to your stuff. #1, because is it very hot and stuffy under the deck and you feel sick-ish, #2 because there are usually other people down there and you can’t get to your stuff because it is so narrow and #3 The boat is rocking and throwing you around a bit. (more sick-ish)
Right away the captain, who looked like Sideshow Bob, told us that it was too windy to go to Whitehaven Beach, which is basically the most famous part of the Whitsundays and apparently one of the most beautiful beaches in the world. He said he tried to make it there a few days ago and 17 of 23 people on board got sick.
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