Sprawled out in the sunshine on Noosa Beach we felt like the luckiest girls alive. We'd escaped the prison camp and re-entered paradise with a renewed appreciation for its beauty. We took the opportunity to lie there all day simply marvelling at the wonders of travelling which make such situations possible.
It happened to be a Saturday so that evening we hit the bar at our hostel to see where the night would take us. There we bumped into a fellow bush camp escapee, a Swiss guy called Roman, who had decided to leave shortly after hearing we'd hustled a refund. He then introduced us to his French friend Florian, a Welsh guy called Luke and a German who nobody ever learnt the name of because we let it get to the point where it would be too awkward to ask. All we needed was an Irishman and a Scotsmen to join our drinking circle and it would've been a punch line waiting to happen.
Noosa only has one club to speak of so we weren't expecting much but it turned out to be a really good night. Highlights included getting caught up in a Japanese dance off and a nostalgic non-toastie 7/11 dash.
The next morning left us feeling a little worse for wear but we quickly recovered once we set eyes on the pool and spa where Roman was staying. At over two hundred dollars a night this fancy resort was just a teeny upgrade from our hostel and was the perfect place to nurse our hangovers.
On our final day in Noosa we walked down to the National Park, taking the coastal route all the way up to Hell's Gate and back. We'd been promised sightings of koala bears and dolphins but sadly the most exciting animal we saw was a bush turkey. That said, what the park lacked in wildlife it made up for in views, unveiling more and more beautiful coastline and forestry with every step.
We're really glad we stayed in Noosa after leaving the bush camp so that we can now look back fondly on our time there, with enough happy memories to outweigh the horrific.
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