Maggie as the locals call her, couldn't be more perfect. Deemed Magnetic Island after Captain Cook's compass went awry nearby, it's the perfect island to play "Lost" on. We arrived by ferry after a long overnight busride, to which Jack slept none, hopped the bus and rode up and down and round the twisty roads of the island and finally to Horseshoe Bay and to our Hostel Bungalow Bay and Koala Reserve. Lagoon like pool surrounded by palms, a koala sanctuary next door, filled with chirpy green rainbow tropical birds and crazy beetles. We all traipsed to the beach early and were disgusted in swimming within the stinger net as it is basically a trap for muck and slime. After brekkie and a check in to a sweaty cabin, we donned our bathies and hiked Yelapa style to another bay where the swimming might be better. The sad was so hot that it burned the tips of my toes and scaled my flip flops. We were all so sweaty from hiking and heat that our backs were fully wet and our feet slipping around in our shoes, only eh, one water bottle because we didn't know how far away it was. And finally after a while there it is, Balding Bay, (also a nude beach) and there he is, token naked guy standing by his boat. Just hangin out. Jack and I ran full speed to the glorious looking water. Only to discover that in a shallow bay with little mixage with the main ocean that the water was hot. Like tea. We had to swim down to the bottom to feel a little chill in the water at all. Insane. How can ocean water be sooo warm? But it was.
So we hiked back down and had Margaritas to cool down. And swam in the lagoon the rest of the afternoon and napped in hammocks and had insane rainbow mini parrots land all over us during their feeding, and drank some beers and had some dinner and sweated my body weight during the restless and hot as hell night in the cabin.
The next day mom braved the Oz and rented a little buggy and drove an automatic on the left side of the road and we grabbed some snorkel gear and traipsed all over Jurassic Park, I mean Maggie to various bays and snorkeled and slept and swam, and hiked and saw Koalas in the wild. That night we got back and found a band playing at the hostel and presumed to get totally shit faced. Me on Bundaberg and cola (in. a can) and jack and mom the usual chardonnay and beer, and as the night got on drunker and drunker and the music kept playing and playing and jack and I at one point arm wrestled, and mom and i shook it and i looked at my watch and it was... eh. 7:30pm.... Maggie was a beautiful, hot, tropical paradise and it was the best time i've had yet in Australia.
The next morning early we were off on a plane to Cairns. And that's all i have to say about that.
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