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Fraser Island is one of Australia's more popular travel destinations, and travelers usually visit Fraser Island to enjoy some great beaches, wildlife watching, and swimming. Staying over at least a day or two in Fraser Island is really worthwhile if you're traveling through Australia's Queensland region. Fraser Island's most well-known attractions include the Lake McKenzie and Fraser Island. Check out this Fraser Island travel guide to find out more about all the great stuff to see and do there.
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Standing around at the bus station in Brisbane wondering how I was going to get much further, I was lucky enough to stumble upon a tour group heading from Sydney to Cairns and have joined them for the next few days - as a bonus, they were about to stop for two days at Fraser Island which is somewhere I really wanted to see, so I seem to have killed two birds with one stone. The Coach Captain, Mike, is particularly cheerful pretty much all of the time and was more than happy to have another paying passenger on board, so I've sort of imposed myself on his hospitality until we get to Cairns. The ferry to Fraser Island departs from Hervey Bay and seemed to me to be more of a makeshift raft just large enough to transport a 4WD vehicle and a handful of visitors. Passengers wait in what seems like a large car park with a shop on the mainland before being ushered on board the ferry via a wide gangplank which is lowered to ground level on the beach and then raised again for the crossing to prevent anybody falling off. Only hand luggage is allowed on the island, so we had to leave just about everything on the bus and rely on a small overnight bag to last us for, um, two nights. Fraser Island is the world's largest sand island and is positioned in just the right place to collect most of the sand drifting along the coast from Sydney before it drops over the edge of the continental shelf five miles further on. The island is one hundred and twenty kilometres in length by twenty five wide and is made up entirely of sand. At it's deepest point, the sand dunes are nearly six hundred meters deep, and there is more sand here than you'll find in the entire Sahara desert. We're talking one mother of a sand island here! Fraser Island acts as a huge sponge to soak up rainfall, which means that water constantly forces it's way to the surface and forms streams which criss-cross the island, the largest of which is Eli Creek which I'll be getting to later. The surface of Fraser is covered in lush sub-tropical rain forests, the trees easily taking root in the saturated sands. If this all sounds somewhat idyllic, it won't come as any surprise when I tell you that the Aborigine name for the island is K'Gari, which means Paradise. Upon arrival on the island, we were greeted by our local driver and led on board the 4WD bus that we'd be getting about on for the next two days. There are no roads, only tracks, so 4WD buses are the only vehicles that don't simply get stuck in the soft sand. From the port, as the driver laughingly called the piece of sand at which the ferry had come to rest, our bus rocked and bumped its way deep into the rainforest where we stopped a while to take a walk through the trees and get a taste for the island. Apart from our own excited chatter, the only sound was the trickle of water and birds in the branches overhead. Our group is staying for two nights at the Eurong Beach Hotel, which has only very basic facilities and is some way from the restaurant so that getting something to eat at night requires a fair amount of daring as you stumble blindly through the trees in a scene reminiscent of The Blair Witch Project. To be fair, though, once you've plonked yourself down at a table outside, you're highly unlikely to want to get up again as the panoramic view of the stars from Fraser Island really is mesmerising. After Dinner on the first night, we crowded around under the stars for a talk by the resident Aborigine who fascinated us with tall tales and legends while clapping loudly or shouting "Boo" at various points to make sure we were paying attention. He also had a selection of local berries and random bits of shrubbery with him which he explained were highly nutritious and would do wonders for our sex lives, but only a handful of the party were brave enough to make a meal of a piece of tree bark. Rather than turning them into sex-crazed maniacs, it had the apparent effect of making them massively hyperactive and they spent the rest of the evening throwing us all into the pool one at a time - but then, they might have been planning to do that anyway! After breakfast today, we all headed excitedly off to the beach at the front of the hotel where we were meeting a pilot who was going to take us all for a fifteen minute scenic flight over the island in his tiny twin-engined aircraft - although not all at the same time, obviously. It was a very odd sensation to take off and land on the sand with nothing for the wheels to really get a grip on and a bit worrying when you consider that where we were coming in to land was also the main highway, pedestrian walkway and sunbathing beach. It seemed as though people were simply expected to keep an eye out for incoming planes or, if sunbathing, listen out for that telltale drone which means it's probably time to move or die. Fraser Island looks amazing from the air, and it's only from high up that you can see all the rolling dunes and lakes that make it such a perfect place. From above the lakes appear perfectly round and clear, and as we flew over Lake Wabby with our mouths hanging open the pilot told us that he'd be taking anyone who wanted to come on a trek through the bush to the lake after we landed. I don't think any of us needed to be asked twice, and we only ran three people over landing the plane. At the start of the trek, our guide thought it a good time to mention that the first two kilometres would be a hard slog up the side of a densely forested dune at which point several people muttered something that rhymed with clucking bell and went home in a huff. He wasn't joking, either. We tramped through the trees and across baking sand dunes for what seemed like hours, the guide stopping every now and then to ask what was keeping us, do a hundred press ups or otherwise severely take the piss. After a while, putting one foot in front of another became the most exquisite agony and the only thing keeping us going was the fact that mentioning this to our guide would have almost certainly resulted in him grabbing hold of the nearest overhead branch and doing a thousand chin-ups just to rub in how much fitter he was than us. Mind you, the journey was more than worth it in the end. Despite sounding like a House Elf, Wabby was in fact every bit as perfect as it had looked from the air. We could clearly see the reflection of the sunny cloudless sky in its crystal waters, and the lake was surrounded by a ring of glaring white sand within the dense ring of forest through which we had arrived. It was also at the bottom of a sand dune which encouraged those of us with the foresight to be wearing our swimming costumes under our clothes to strip off and run down the slope to throw ourselves at the water. One or two who hadn't brought their swimming costumes thought about it for a moment, shrugged, and followed suit, much to the delight of our guide who had obviously decided we were just a bunch of whingeing poms. The water was warm and so pure that it probably would've tasted exactly like mineral water if it hadn't been impossible not to think about all the naked people bathing in it. On the edges, the sand merged with the water quite smoothly, but those of us brave enough to try to swim to the other side soon discovered that it was safer to stay in pairs. Looking down at the middle of Lake Wabby, I was intrigued to find that I couldn't see the bottom even though the water was crystal clear - I've since discovered that the depth of the lake at this point is twelve metres. We spent a good couple of hours by the lake, most of it swimming or just floating around near the edge chatting and soaking up the sun. I cannot tell you what a perfect morning it was - sunny, good company, beautiful scenery and one of the most relaxing mornings of the trip to date. Eventually, it was unfortunately time to head back. We headed back to the hotel by a different route, our guide stopping every now and then in an attempt to get us to sample some local bug he'd picked up off the ground and then calling us a bunch of wusses if we wouldn't. It was probably just as well anyway, as there was a massive barbeque waiting for us when we arrived back and it would've just been awkward to have to say "Naw, sorry - I just had some witchetty grubs on the way over!". This afternoon, the bus drove us for thirty-seven kilometres along the beach to Eli Creek where the itinerary cryptically said we would be having a walk through the water. It was superb - getting changed on the bus, we set out along a short boardwalk which led into the creek itself. Eli Creek heads straight into the forest and winds about in and out of the trees - there is virtually no light to see where you're going and it really does feel as though you're going on an adventure into the heart of the rainforest, up to your waist in cold water and walking against the current. To give you some idea how strong this current is, bear in mind that Eli Creek has an average flow of eighty million litres of water a day - I'll say that again because I can't quite get my head around it myself. Eighty million litres a day. The whole trek up the creek was a great team effort, helping each other over submerged logs and advising each other of where the water seemed particularly deep. The creek got colder and deeper, and it was littered with fallen logs and covered in buzzing insects that seemed to want to eat us. In places, it was necessary to climb up into an overhanging tree and down the other side to continue. The whole exercise was probably the coldest and yuckiest thing I've done in a long time and yet was totally exhilarating at the same time. Why did we do it? Well, in the words of nearly all Australians: "b*****ed if I know!" We waded on into the forest for as long as time would allow, brushing cobwebs and branches out of the way and feeling as though we were exploring darkest Africa, and then we began one by one to lose the feeling in our legs and head back. I soon found myself on my own at the front and had an image of everybody going home and leaving me there, so I followed suit, but the return journey proved surprisingly more hazardous than the outward leg as we were now heading upstream. The slightest loss of grip on the bottom of the creek and I was pulled off my feet and yanked along helplessly by the current until some vital part of my anatomy smashed into a particularly pointy bit of log. We eventually got back and found those of the group who had turned back early sunbaking on the beach! On the way back to the hotel, we stopped twice. The first stop was to take photos of the shipwreck of the S.S. Maheno which was grounded on the beach here in 1935 and then used for target practice by the Australian Air Force during the second world war - needless to say, it isn't exactly in pristine condition. We also stopped to take photos of the local wild dingo population that allegedly wander the beaches at night eating children! After dinner tonight we were subjected to a movie about how Fraser Island formed, but had difficulty hearing much of it because the German group were having their talk with the Aborigine outside and their leader was barking out translations at the top of his voice. In the bar afterwards, everyone was much too tired to be interested in doing much so several of us sat up talking until they threw us out. We mucked about on the way back to our rooms, nicking each others shoes and laughing uncontrollably at passing dingoes. Clearly, we'd stayed in the bar too long...

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Fraser Island is a great location to go for a camping weekend. Grab 4 or 6 friends and head over there on the ferry that leaves from Hervey Bay, Queensland.

Some people go on 4WD tours. But, if you know how to drive manual gear cars I suggest that you hire your own 4WD. The price is well worth it, as you will have a lot of fun driving around the island paths and beaches. 

Lake Mackenzie, Lake Wabby and the Champagne Pools are some interesting highlights. Lake Mackenzie has different shades of blue surrounded by white beaches that make you feel like you are in the Caribbean. Lake Wabby has quiet dunes andthe water has beautiful shades of emerald green. The Champagne pools will surprise you with beautiful pools of sizzling water. 

Bring warm clothes, as the nights can be quite chilly Autumn through Spring.
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Best way to visit if you're backpacking is to share a 4x4 with a group. Good way to meet people and if you can drive, the off-roading is hilarious. Lake Mackenzie is one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, and the water is so clear and pure you won't want to get out, so make sure you bring a lot of waterproof suntan lotion. If you camp, I'd recommend sleeping outside your tent because there's absolutely no light pollution and the night sky is incredible. Just watch out for the huge horseflies, and of course the dingos (who will get in your rubbish if you don't leave it in your vehicle, don't leave any food in your tent either). If you smoke, buy them on the mainland as the 2-3 shops on the island are outrageously expensive. Ditto with food and booze, but if you go on a 4x4 tour they'll point that out to you.
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