Queensland Travel Stories Articles

Admired from Afar – Brisbane, Queensland, Australia

The heat of the Brisbane sun on Mo Valentine’s bac

Chasing Horizons #31: Lost on Magnetic Island – Magnetic Island, Queensland, Australia

After exploring Maggie in his Moke, all Phil had left to do was sit back and relax for a couple of days and enjoy the natural paradise.

What Do Travellers Do All Day?: #18 – More on the Road More Travelled – Cairns to Sydney, Australia

Beaches whiter than Meg’s legs await in the Whitsundays, but a friend’s face in Sydney is paler still.

What Do Travellers Do All Day?: #17 – Tourist Impersonator – Darwin to Cairns, Australia

Before she snags another bus, Meg’s partying in Cairns, diving the Reef and braving the road more traveled.

Pursuit of the Endless Summer #10

Sailing the Whitsundays
“The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed. If it wasn’t for the courage of the fearless crew, Bojangles would be lost…”

Captain Dale yelled, “Hang on!” Our stomachs dropped as we plunged down the backside of the swell. Swallowed in its trough, we looked up at the next approaching wave that [...]

Three Days on the Ragamuffin II

Andrew Caballero-Reynolds found that sailing on th

The Queensland Quickstep – Queensland, Australia

Steve Bond left the Queensland rainforest with a n

Along for the Ride – Cape Tribulation, Queensland, Australia

Alison Brick writes of a minivan ride that turns o

Mission of Vengeance Part 4 of 4

Mission of Vengeance
Fraser Island, Australia
“Well, lookit here,” I said. “They’re typical Aussies, right? I’m sure after drinking themselves silly they’ll pass out.”

I snapped my fingers.

“Raider, you got any sugar?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me get some sugar. See that?” I pointed to their put-puttering generator, only a few yards away. “I’ll fuck up their wonderful generator by [...]

Mission of Vengeance Part 3 of 4

Mission of Vengeance
Fraser Island, Australia

Fraser Island

When we walked into the locals’ huge canvas tent, there were three of them. I knocked the overhanging gas light to the side as my eyes adjusted in on The Fat Slob. He was relaxing in an aluminum chair, like he hadn’t gotten up to move in over a century. [...]