Noosa

Noosa was calling, as Australia's most sought after propety location, so we had to see what all the fuss was about. We drove down the coast to the National Park bay and it is beautiful. I vaguely remembered it from my previous trip to Oz, so we walked along the beach and up along a boardwalk for views over the curving bay. It was so hot, you practically dehydrated just by standing there, so we went down the highstreet, not to shop per se, but to take full advantage of the air-con.
We were set to meet Bren and Reg at a restaurant they particularly like, called 'Bistro C' at 1pm for lunch and we made our way there and joined them at the table with a view over the sea. Alex had some fancy fish and chips (or 'Fush and Chups' as they are referred to often, here) while I had a swanky salad involving brazil-nut polenta, kumara, blue cheese and crostini. Then, while Alex groaned and held his stomach, I polished off a tasty desert of chocolate creme brulee, rum bananas and candied pecans. Yum!
Then, we went and nursed our bulging tummies by laying out on the beach, carefully avoiding the sea and its possible jellyfish monsters.
While we were there, laying on the hot sand (very relaxing), the wind changed direction, bringing dark purple storm clouds to rest above us and also, according to the lifeguard's megaphone speech, a whole 'flock' of bluebottles - not the fly kind, the stinging jellyfish kind to the beach. Yay. How we love the jellyfish. The clouds started to spit, so we upped ships and left the beach, sitting sandy in the car as we drove back to Peregian Beach. Bizarrely, the rain came down even as the sun was out and shining away.
Back at the apartment, we swam in the pool for a few hours, until we had ingested enough of the salty water to probably cause some sort of incipient illness, then made dinner. We watched a documentary on the Forbidden City and laughed at the dramatic 'woe betides' of the presenter.