Australia, not surprisingly, is colossal. For the dozens of reserves, sanctuaries, and national parks within striking distance, the town that marks the entrance to any proper rainforests or a visit to the reef is 29 hours away (same state though). I’m torn between Moreton Island, Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary, and Mt. Coot-tha Reserve for tomorrow.
Yesterday, I hung out with the world record holder for circumnavigating the globe in the smallest vessel. A couple years after doing this, he met his now-wife, who traveled South America with my aunt, trying to discover a solution to food security in the 1970s in the plant of amaranth. We went to the Powermill, a gutted powerhouse that sat unused for years and now is an art-space and bar-restaurant complex. Then to Farm Valley, famous for good restaurants for good Indonesian food, and the next door to much better gelato.
I have some pictures (not many, not much sight-seeing), but my backpacker’s hostel net connection is not far from excruciating.