Noosa was next on our journey. It was a small quiet town, which was lovely but there wasn't much going on. I went surfing one day while Henry pussied out and stayed on the beach. The waves were a perfect brake left to right and the weather was amazing. Needless to say there were hundreds of surfers jostling for the same spots so I felt quite overwhelmed being amongst so many veterans. The oldest guy must have been pushing 70.

It was Alex's birthday one night so we met up with them again for some drinks, however the night didn't last long as everything shut at 10. We bought her a portable speaker for their trips, a present I think the other two appreciated as much as Alex herself.

On our last day me and Henry did the Noosa national park coastal walk with two Canadian guys we met. The walk was amazing, but since it was really windy, the sea was too choppy to spot any turtles or dolphins. We did a good 2 and a half hour trek, having to run the last 20 minutes to catch our bus. We did also see a kangaroo briefly as it jumped away, something for Henry to tick off the list.

The next morning we got picked up by the Gagaju camp bus and headed on to our next adventure.