Impressions of Hervey Bay

The Man who hates sharks has set up this shark info center.
The Hervey Bay Caravan Park is wonderful. The manager was so friendly and helpful. When she learned that we were trying to keep a blog of our journey she gave us a 24 hour wireless internet pass for $10, which meant that we could sit in our camper and sort photos, write and post it all.
She also showed us the golden orb spider (about 3 inches) which spins a golden thread and wraps its babies in a gold cradle. She told us they have 4 or 5 snakes on site which eat bugs but don’t harm humans. Sadly we didn’t see them. Apparently they don’t like this cold 20 degree weather and get sleepy.
Heather on the dishes roster.

Hervey Bay Motor camp or one of them and our camper.
It was sad leaving Hervey Bay, not knowing whether we’ll be back, and having made so many imaginary friends on the internet. Hervey Bay is lovely. I didn’t find one area that I thought was awful although, like everywhere, there are some streets that aren’t that flash. Most areas are lovely. The people are friendly and there is lots to do and the weather is great, considering it’s mid-winter. I only wish we’d been tourists and had the time to do the evening champagne dolphin cruise, or go to Fraser Island.
Today we tried to film the bats hanging upside down on their trees, but they were a bit far away. We paddled at Torquay beach.

It was still early morning, so a bit cool but not skin-numbing cold. There were people fishing and pelicans sitting on the beach.

The sand squeaks under your feet and the water was not warm, but pleasant enough to swim if you weren’t a wuss like me. We visited the local art gallery – the lady was a kiwi. Lol. We kind of like Torquay and Urangan and parts of Eli Waters, but Dave still has a soft spot for Toogoom.
Something for the dog...
In the afternoon Dave went visiting job contacts, but is still a bit worried about the availablility of decent jobs and pay. Small town Queensland is not that different to small town NZ on the wage front, but there is the bonus of warm weather all year round. We have lots of thinking to do.
The female of the species "Golden Orb" is the large on and the little guy in the background is the male. She will eat him when she wants to. Her web is a beautiful golden color.
On the way out we went to Maryborough where Dave had more job contacts. I’m sure there are people who love Maryborough. It’s an historical town with a few nice buildings, but to us it was a jaded old hag that needs to lie down. One of Dave’s contacts said there is no way he’d employ him unless he lived in Maryborough, because Hervey Bay people get sick of commuting half an hour. After being there, the only thing that would induce me to work there would be the fact that I could go home to Hervey Bay at the end of the day, and Dave feels the same. It is a depressing dump.
We decided to go to Tin Can Bay for the night because a couple of dolphins come in to feed at 8am each morning. Not too far away is Rainbow Beach, where there are colourful sands caused by mineral deposits. It is a really long drive to reach this place and when you get there the friggin sand blow is miles away, whereas I thought it would be at the bottom of the beach steps. However, I didn’t research this one very well.
You can hire a 4WD, or ponies, or most cool of all, you can hire a camel train, if you check what time they leave! And I tell you it is a bloody long beach and you would be glad of a camel under you.


What amazed us was how many people live in Rainbow Beach, Cooloola Cove and Tin Can Bay, which are in the middle of nowhere. There are new housing estates and industry and Cooloola Cove has a Woolworths! The are also selling house and land packages! What do these people do? Where do they work? The locals say it’s tourism but I don’t think that accounts for so much expansion.
We walked the pretty sands and the next minute a truck as big as a rubbbish truck comes roaring up the beach – still not sure what he was doing, but it was impressive.
We found short cut to Tin Can Bay, arriving just before dark. The cockatoos were flying round making a racket and we have parked in what looks like a gorgeous place. Time to explore tomorrow. Lots of fruit bats here too. Millions, or should I say minions?
Feeling a bit jaded, we decided to see if we could eat out. Went to The Black Cockatoo, but it was closed for Monday, and although the owner was there he was unfriendly and unhelpful. The owner of the Kingfisher Caravan park, however, was a gem.