The Travelling Fairy DancerHidden Gems in North Queensland
March 1st 2008 10:13
The large, flickering eye was peeping through the vines...at me.
I, of course, had been on my knees, nosing around in the shrubs to get a better look at the ideal beach front mansion in Mission Beach, Queensland. It was hidden, magestically, in amongst dramatic greenery, making it very hard for me to get a sneaky glimpse of its luxurious self.
Having already spent a wine soaked week of rustic, bamboo encircled dining, crocodile spotting and island hopping, I was enthralled with the prospect of seeing how the locals lived.
Granted, this house... clearly... did not belong to your every day normal local. On further inspection, perhaps it belonged to a foriegn movie star, high end banker or real estate tycoon.
"What the bloody hell are you doin' there girl?" Was the response from the flickering eye.
"I...um....I," was the response from me, the stupid girl.
"Get the bloody hell off with ya then," said the flickering eye.
Suddenly realising I was not going to find any fairies in this garden, I choofed off in what I hope was a puff of smoke, never to be seen again.
Mission Beach, however, will see me again. If for nothing more than it's colourful inhabitants and wildly secretive beaches.
I, of course, had been on my knees, nosing around in the shrubs to get a better look at the ideal beach front mansion in Mission Beach, Queensland. It was hidden, magestically, in amongst dramatic greenery, making it very hard for me to get a sneaky glimpse of its luxurious self.
Having already spent a wine soaked week of rustic, bamboo encircled dining, crocodile spotting and island hopping, I was enthralled with the prospect of seeing how the locals lived.
Granted, this house... clearly... did not belong to your every day normal local. On further inspection, perhaps it belonged to a foriegn movie star, high end banker or real estate tycoon.
"What the bloody hell are you doin' there girl?" Was the response from the flickering eye.
"I...um....I," was the response from me, the stupid girl.
"Get the bloody hell off with ya then," said the flickering eye.
Suddenly realising I was not going to find any fairies in this garden, I choofed off in what I hope was a puff of smoke, never to be seen again.
Mission Beach, however, will see me again. If for nothing more than it's colourful inhabitants and wildly secretive beaches.
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