Sunset on Daydream (D30)

I don't believe it. You wont either. I've come to the only other food outlet on the island. The fish bowel restaurant. So called because it overlooks a fish pond with seriously big fish in it. Also brightly coloured ones. About 30 meters away they are showing an open air film about a man and his new puppy golden Labrador. You can watch the movie on the beach or from the restaurant. Sounds perfect.

The menu is basic, which is good. Less chance to **** up. I'll go for pizza. They can't mess this up. OK, you're ahead of me. It is disgusting, thick gloopy cheese, un cooked base, pieces of boiled ham. How can they be proud of producing this stuff? It's shameful. They have a monopoly, one company owns the whole resort. I can't be bothered to complain this time I just leave it three quarters uneaten and hope they get the message. When the waitress comes she asks if I've finished. I have.

The day began on the beach. I swear those mermaids are in different positions, and it really can't be that cold on the water. The horizon occupies about twenty degrees to my left. A dark straight line separates dark blue from light blue. The remainder of the sky line is formed by the small islands that for the Whitsundays. They are covered in trees. A few sail boats are minding their own and someone is paragliding.

A the end of the last ice age the water line was 30m lower, the islands were the hilltops.

The first European to sail round here was our own captain Cook. He named the islands on Whitsunday 1779. Evidently the French were never far behind, but narrowly lost out on this magnificent continent.
Matthew Flinders is generally credited with mapping most of this coast line. For some reason, which I must find out, he had a cat and was put in leg irons in Mauritius, where he later died. There must be a good story there.

Today is definitely a chillaxing day. In fact I'm not quite sure what's happened to it. This evening though I climbed the island hill to see the sunset. I'll post a photo when I can. To get there you have to go on the forest walk. Yes, as dusk is falling, and no there aren't any lights up there, and no I didn't think of this when I set off.

Well whether forest jungle bush or whatever it's pretty spooky in the dark. As the sun goes down the forest noises suddenly get louder. The screeching, squawking and cawing get closer. I begin to hope that the aboriginal spirits weren't too offended by the photos I took of their cave. Photo's done I set off at a steady pace. Was that a bite on my ankle. I hope there aren't leeches here, or ticks. My pace quickens. Something rustles the leaves just in front. I can't see what it is. Suddenly a dark shadow leaps across me. My heart stops. The shadow hops away with ghostly silence. I start to trot, now like Man Friday hiding from Crusoe, trying to stay silent and not rouse any slumbering spirits. By the time I reach the bottom it is really quite dark.

Within half an hour the stars are all out. They are brighter down here. I'm surprised how prominent old Orion and his belt are. This is when I decided it was time to go for some food. Oh well those sun set shots should be great.