On the morning we left Hervey Bay we found ourselves engaged in a conversation with one of our ten roommates. He was a Scotsman who was traveling the coast in the reverse direction as us. He told us of a bush camp outside of Noosa Heads and told us it was worth staying at for a night, plus it was only $15 each. With this suggestion we planned our day.
First we drove through the town of Gympie where we enjoyed a nice chat with the information booth worker. We also took a leisurely stroll around the park and admired the beautiful ducks and several black swans.
For lunch we enjoyed $2 cheeseburgers from McDonald's. The sale was just for Snapchat users. Patricia had found the filter on her own Snapchat and that's how we saved money for lunch!
Around four o'clock we landed in Tewantin, home of the bush camp. When we pulled up to the camp it was all I could do to keep from making redneck jokes. There were rundown trailers and old tents strung about everywhere. As we drove further in the trees grew taller and the tents grew more uniform and clean. Finally we saw the bush camp which was just that, an old-fashioned pioneer camp complete with a kitchen housed under a tin roof and a lounge area under a green army tent.
Even our room was simply four bunks in a tent. Still, the unique feel was worth the stay. Flashbacks of the outback filled my mind as I remembered the joys and despairs of camping. No air conditioner, no heater and now no bug spray either.
Before dinner we tried to go on a nearby bush walk but discovered the trail was hard to follow and we didn't want to get too lost before nightfall. The bush was thick and the bugs were thicker so we turned back towards camp and found our way to the lounge room.
Naturally, the other campers were watching an American film about guns and racism in Los Angeles. While watching the movie we made friends with some British campers who were here for a kayak tour that was leaving early the next morning. Apparently we were the only three campers who weren't going on the kayak tour. It sounded really fun but it was a full day of kayaking and we had more coast to cover before the end of the week.
For dinner we boiled chicken and fresh veggies we had purchased from a local farm stand on the side of the road. The meal was amazing and very fresh tasting.
That night we slept like army cadets in our small tent. Once in the middle of the night I had to walk clear across camp to use the restroom. That was when I remembered the reality of camping wasn't so glamorous. At least I didn't have to use the bush!