motors up again, the band back together, I and the "Bru" we find ourselves still shoulder to shoulder with those who guide and maps, search for the perfect spot again. The weather is ugly and a bit of the sun alternates every week day with showers and thunderstorms that are a little bit pissed off doing. We decide to go back a few hundred miles north to go to Fraser Island ... but before we go to Noosa. The plan is to spend the night there and ride the next day, though hopes are very few. We come with the rain, the wind wrong, I with the trots ... and try to fall asleep on our first night in the van all four. After a couple of months of home comfort and I did a little hard to take the spaces ... I rolled up like a sausage until the first light of dawn when I threw down all the bed. 5:30 am, the sun grows from the sea and a couple of meters wave ... nn a cloud and even when it is warm ... corricchiando surfers who come from all over us and shoot us unbelievers a morning of surfing among the finest in Australia since we . If this was to be our first day trip we could call it "Perfection." Going back to Rainbow Beach where we board for Fraser, she wrung Fabio with the rhythms of the van, ranging from the copious lunch after surfing the music super replayed the iPod and all the mechanisms of joint boxes bring food and clothes. It 's still young ... you will! Ready on in a day of Our Lady of Judas found an SUV on the beach and on the streets in the middle of the forest ... enchanted island lakes, endless beaches and Ding are in quantities that accompanies us through our exploration. I forgot the "goon," the wine of the backpackers ... the cheapest wine in a box ever made ... it is a terrible terrible beverage that has taken over cmq of our tour. In campobase that we set up for the night, each one trying to make do with eating the best that the guides had given us ... of course, our position has won the silver spoon. Recommendations: "Do not go around alone," "When you go to the Vare pee, take a mate and dig a hole ..."," All food and garbage must be in the car to avoid attracting dingoes. " After an hour of Dinner was tottering the people everywhere, listen to music, eat and drink .... girls who were in our group were so drunk that we have beaten all three in one tent and we placed a little wider in .... the other two remaining shows Bonvicini, trunk like a pine cone fell asleep next to the tent waking in the morning with a dingo that if the lemonade ... I and the other somehow we survived the night spent in creating bumps on the sand underneath the tent that would make things a little more convenient. From the moment of our waking nn has never stopped raining. Because there are people doing to the other extreme and made camp for the hotel, I had to work to convince with the whole group to be able then to book a room in the only resort island. Hot shower, heated swimming pool and pub .... Greeted friends at the hostel which we have supported for the excursion, our next stop is Brisbane, where Antoine meet again, our French friend with whom we shared part of the tour in WA and NT. The reception was wonderful as usual and the weekend has flown by in a blink of an eye between the markets on the riverside walks, local and embrace some of the python flatmate of Antoine. The name of the python is "Rocco." We had to bring it back just for the record of those who know the class of Antoine and shyness ... imagine living with a former lover of model reptiles with the rock python was really fun. On a lazy Sunday afternoon, head to Surfers Paradise, the capital of unlimited fun ... we are so tired to party that in the past two days we can find them almost nn reasons to quit ... the surf and begins to feel the rhythm entertainment shake dramatically. In a natural way to comincimao scnedere south until you fall in love with "Dreamtime beach" near the villages of Tweed Heads ... you resize and rhythms that we love to die back to brighten our days. Not that there Schifini local and entertainment, but the pasta dish and a nap after the ride in the morning and after that the bbq Tramondo, stroll to the downtown street maybe with a beer at the pub and sleep with the World van parked on the beach, is our must. And meanwhile we come to Byron Bay meet again ... where the Swedish friend Sarah, who is also an old acquaintance of WA ... our host in his tidy house (we preferred to sleep in the van) and leads us into more crazy nights by baya hippies in Australia. The surf you want a little back, but luckily the good weather conditions and our days pass between the beach and looking for the secret spot where to hunt a few waves. This morning in our first ride to Byron ... Fabio is enchanted for a while too to look at a growing mounds of open ocean and has been literally torn off backwards and then withheld on the seabed for a close encounter with the power of Neptune, is survived cmq and then tomorrow can try to take that wave rather than watch it. I, however, I started on an unusual swagger that has made Matthew even jump on the table which is usually the number one danger ... he could be a great moment of glory or another nightmare of water .... let's just say I too am sopravvissutoe maybe the glory will come another day. The sea teaches.
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