There’s nothing to do in Rainbow Beach but at least it wasn’t raining so we set off to the beach after another cheapo lunch. We couldn’t quite suss out why this beach should be called Rainbow Beach as it looks just like all the other beaches we’ve been to… Unless we went to completely the wrong place but we don’t see how that’s possible in this tiny town (600 locals.) We had a nice time on the beach; relaxing, reading, tanning and watching crabs go about their funny little lives.
After a while on the beach we decided to go on a walk! Corrie took us through a jungle-like route and after a good kilometre or 2 we hit a dead end. The trip was not meant to take us to a dead end so we doubled back, completely puzzled by this drawback. After spotting some nice wildlife etc on the way back we came to a cross roads where Corrie exclaimed “Ohhhh” enlightened by something… This something turned out to be the right way and so we set about going a totally different path! After walking up a steep road (parallel to the dirt track we’d just been stuck on) we reached a car park and the start of a 1.2km walk to our destination. The end of this walk brought us out at the Carlo Sand Blow; quite an impressive view and basically a huge drift of sand gradually working its way inland, engulfing everything as it goes. You’d think there was a clue in the name but neither of us was prepared for the literal sand blasting we got whilst taking in this view. Corrie’s hatred of sand was only further enflamed by this as it went everywhere and was very painful on bare skin. We witnessed a couple, who’d ventured out onto this sand to get some more views, come back to the opening looking a little worse for wares and not best pleased… the fools! We moved on from here then decided to head back for tea.
As we said, there’s nothing much to do here so we had ourselves a quiet night in playing cards.
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