Magnetic Island also known as Yunbenun

One out of three are listening to our requests for the photo.

 On Saturday, we packed up, cleaned up, and taxid it down to the ferry terminal for the ride to Magnetic Island, so called because Captain Cook's compass went off when passing it. That must thrill the Wulgurukaba people who were forceably removed from their home by the Queensland government. For thousands of years prior to this it was known as Yunbenun.




We camped for the last 4 nights. The kids got into the pool straight away.

On the fort walk, looking for koalas.

On Sunday we walked to the  Forts on the hill constructed for WW2. Townsville for bombed a bit, so these outposts would have given some forewarning.




We saw four koalas, two mums and their little ones. Very cool. Once again, the boys were excited!

The koalas for the fort walk.

Monday, we got a boat tour out to the reef. After popping some sea sickness pills, the boys handled it so well. Louis was a bit scared to go in but bravely swam over to have a look at the reef. Water was crystal clear so he could see the depth. The corals sitting up like tower blocks, and all the tropical fish were terrific.

The koalas for the fort walk.

3 of the 5 crew were French, so the boys spoke a little bit. I chatted to the great captain on the return. He's a retired developer, who then had a flying school business. He home schooled his children sailing around Australia. His kids learned Australian history, saw so many places first hand, and wrote essays with gusto! What an experience.

The koalas for the fort walk.

We saw some rock Wallabies hopping around one of the points of the port of Nelly Bay, and got them to eat some apple. They love carrot as well. Super cute.

On the fort walk: you can see bays, and the other islands.

Tuesday was at Geoffrey Bay for a bit of snorkelling, some sun burn, lunch and then back home for a family swim in the pool. We played Marco Polo, plus chasings. Our final dinner was Mexican at Noodies, which looks just like Noodles.



Wednesday, we got the 8am bus, 8.25 ferry, the 11.25 plane, another plane from Brisbane, and finally a train ride home at around 5pm.

All this holidaying just gives us grand plans for our weekends. Fingers crossed we can remember all these plans and do them all.

Over Bungalow Bay, near our camp ground.

At the Mexican restaurant.