To some, it's the most desirable holiday destination in the world, this northern extremity outpost of the Sunshine Coast. To others, it's a place best avoided, at least if you don't want to spend hours in a traffic jam trying to get into the place, and then twenty minutes exploring before running back to the car before your car park expires. I think you can guess which camp I tend to. There again some people remember the place from the visits they did decades ago, when it really was in its heyday.
So I found myself up there again yesterday, an accomplice in just such a bygone days pilgrimage.
And it was OK. The secret was the ferry ride from Noosaville, making redundant those traffic jams and car parks. Worked well. Mind you, the tent city that used to be Noosa Main Beach was a sight to behold. Looked a lot like something from the French Riviera.
I'll be back when all the tourists have gone home.
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