Well I was right! Within minutes of arriving I’d met a fellow diver, so after a chat with the local dive shop - which wasn’t so successful, but they did give us some good advice – we went off for a look at the beach. It was the biggest place I’d seen in months. And big in a sort of ‘normal’ way. Unlike Bundaberg or Townsville which seem to be just big towns in an area where you just need a town at some point, Mooloolaba is in a beautiful area geographically and close enough to Brisbane to attract crowds of real-life Australians.
It’s also the first climate I’ve come across in which I could actually live. Really sunny and hot during the day – but not too hot for me – and cool enough to warrant a hoody at night. The esplanade is lined with nice places to eat and drink, and in addition to the beach there’s also the beautiful marina.
Molloolaba Backpackers was cool. I met some really nice people here – a Frenchman who could do backflips off the sea wall, an American who’d just been living in Norwich, an Englishman who’d just finished school and who I was trying to convince him not to follow the crowd and go to uni too soon! Also a fellow TV producer, and just now, a local chiropractor who clicked me into place and then took me to see Mooloolaba spit in the time I have waiting for my greyhound bus!
Yesterday I walked up to Maroochydore which is a couple of miles up the coast. I happened upon a World Festival, a market and a terrific book exchange.
I would recommend a few nights in this area to anyone.