Apologies for the non-travel related pictures for the last few posts. It has taken me a while to get around to editing and posting some images. I last travelled to Australia in August, to visit the family and also to graduate (woo hoo I’m now technically a Dr).
As a little backstory, I was born and spent my childhood years in the UK, my parents moved to Queensland when I was 16, and I moved to Melbourne when I was 24. This meant that after graduating in Melbourne I flew up to beautiful Queensland to visit my parents (and brothers).
They live in a small township called the Glasshouse Mountains, which if you’re ever travelling in that part of the world you should DEFINITELY visit. It is also next to Australia zoo, so if you’re into your touristy zoo and want to see a croc…you should probably go there too. A bit on the pricey side though.
Anyway, back to the mountains. I first took Candice to visit my parents years ago and we always intended to hike the Beerburrum track, but never managed to fit it in. Ok so it was mostly my laziness and it being too bloody hot or humid but still, we never actually hiked. This last time, however, I promised Candice I would stop being lazy and do it, but that we had to wait for sunset. After taking the 45-minute odd hike up we waited for about an hour and a half. Annoyingly about 2 minutes ahead of us were some French Instagram backpackers. How do I know they were instagrammers? Well, that would be the hour and a half they waited, then the 5 minutes of the sunset that they ignored to take a photo of one of them with a hoody on, looking forlornly in the opposite direction. The million photos that they took of the one guy “modelling” and then buggering off without a second glance at the sunset. I’m sure they have a huge following and are encouraged to continue being generally pretentious asshats but what annoyed me more was their general lack of respect and disregard for the environment by leaving their empty plastic water bottles on the ground as well as their joint butts.
Having taken the image we waited a little longer, picked up after asshat and asshat’s girlfriend (who had left as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon) and we started the walk back down.
All in all it was a great evening and the Qld slogan really came true for us that night. Beautiful one minute, Perfect the next.