On a whim, we went to Mooloolaba and found some digs opposite the aquarium and because it involved no longer than 5 minutes of walking to get there, we went there.
Nah, actually we went there because oooohhhhh…..fishies!
After yesterday’s torture session on Mount Beerburrum, a change of pace was in order, preferably one without hills, steps or anything with an incline larger than 1 degree. Maybe involving transport of the sitting down kind. Some shade, a spot to eat lunch, perhaps a croc or two? Where else but Australia Zoo? It’s easy enough to spend at least half the day there and there really is a sort-of train for getting around if your legs haven’t recovered from trudging up hills.
70km north of Brisbane in the Sunshine Coast Hinterland lie the Glass House Mountains. They’re not made of glass and I saw no houses on them. They’re more ‘large hill’ than ‘mountain’ and I know this because I’m spectacularly unfit, yet I managed to haul my butt up one of them without dying. And I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t have happened if they were truly mountains.