Ah campervan – how we have missed you! It’s been a rather eventful year so far and somehow four months have passed since we last enjoyed a camping mini-break. Noosa, on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast and a couple of hours north of Brisbane, is one of our favourite spots and was the perfect place to quench the drought.
Miles of white powdery sand and perfect rolling waves, a national park with spectacular coastal views and koalas playing in the trees, and a main street lined with little boutiques and critically acclaimed restaurants.
This is where the beautiful people hang out.
Which I must admit can be a little stressful: it’s hard to completely ignore the boot-campers on the sand next to you reaching their hundredth press-up as you’re tucking into a(nother) bag of freshly baked apple danishes. Or the swishy-haired locals sprinting past with strollers as you’re stopping to catch your breath on the scenic boardwalk’s slight incline.
Still, our long weekend was wonderfully relaxing. We camped at the Noosa River Holiday Park next to the river and spent our days wandering along the beach (dodging all organised fitness activities), café-hopping and generally enjoying the last warmth of summer.
As usual this was liberally interspersed with a bit of photography.
We’ve always seen some amazing sunsets in Noosa and were lucky again this time. Campers and pelicans alike assembled in pockets along the river bank as the light changed.
Using varying methods to catch dinner…
Just a few hours after the sun set on our last night, we were chasing the sunrise a few miles down the coast (for reasons which seemed entirely logical at the time). I will save the pictures for my next blog!