Marching across Maggie

And so we’re on the move again, looking back on a magnificent stay. Yesterday we ventured out to the famous Magnetic Island, a stones throw from Townsville. We caught the passenger ferry across, a quick and painless twenty minute journey, although a little bit pricy. It was absolutely glorious weather so we decided to walk to the forts on the central hill of the island. The first few kilometres were a breeze and the pathway wound around the hills offering stunning views across the island. As the sun got higher in the sky and the hills steepened, the walk became harder and our poor flip flops struggled to cope with the ascent. We were determined to get to the top of the fort even in the face of such warnings as you see below. They might have discouraged others wearing thongs but not us hardy souls.

Seven, sweaty, tiresome kilometres from our starting point we were victorious. Down to the last half a litre of water between the two of us we had to take some drastic rationing measures but the fort and its surroundings were worth it. The ruins themselves were fantastic to see but even more than that offer the most incredible views. We’ve never seen a more beautiful island in all our lives.

We rewarded ourselves with a quick lunch and looked for money for the return bus journey, feeling like our legs needed a rest. It was at that point we realised we had no cash between us and so began the long walk back. We took the road this time though and with a burst of energy, did it in just under an hour. Not far from the ferry terminal was Alma bay, a wonderful secluded beach enclosed by rocky outcrops. Rach launched into sunbathing mode whilst Alex took a swim and climbed on the rocks. There were only around five other people in the bay and it felt like our own personal beach.

We soaked up the rays for as long as we could before catching the ferry back. Sadly we had to say our goodbyes to Rob but soon perked up as we moved on to our next couchsurfing destination; Sabine and family. We shared a fantastic dinner with them and stayed up late with Sabine and Neil, chatting over a bottle of wine. They were a fantastic couple to get to know and we wish we could have stayed longer.

Today was a much more casual day spent lounging in the sun on the Strand before catching our train onwards to Airlie Beach. Whitsundays here we come!

Rex’s rules of the road

• When planning a hill trek on Maggie island make sure you take money for the return trip on the bus or expect a long tiring walk. Singles start at $3.20.

• When couchsurfing have good manners, offer to help with dinner or wash up etc.