The high rises of the gold coast have now faded in to the rear view mirror, as I've landed in Noosa, playground of Brisbanites on the Sunshine Coast of Queensland. Driving up the motorway I passed huge signs for the ubiquitous Australia Zoo, brainchild of the late Steve Irwin. They've now renamed the road to the zoo "Steve Irwin Way". Crikey! I'm not sure if the stingray responsible for his untimely demise will get any roads bequeathed to it though..
Here in Noosa it's the start of a ten day arts, music and literature festival. They're some big names attending, including Clive James, who seems to be knocking out a book every year at the moment. There's also a bloke who's reinterpreted Herman Melvilles Moby Dick and the new Brenda Blethyn film Clubland showing.
In other news it looks like the cross outback trip is off for the moment. I'm currently looking into alternative ways of seeing the vast nothingness of Oz. One option is the iconic India-Pacific Railway. 3 days on a very big train!
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