I made the decision to drive along the coast road. The hinterland can wait for another day, another drive, another blog post…
First stop is Hastings Street the iconic shopping and café culture centre of Noosa. This short, 300 metre, street is popular with the shopaholic. With the shady ponciana trees in full flower it is a pleasant way to stretch my legs and do some people watching. I try to capture the unique ambience, the sun is shining, the people are strolling/trolling the boutiques or enjoying coffee with friends. Some shops have funky music spilling out into the street. In contrast a delivery bloke rushes past with goods to deliver. I love the atmosphere.
Leaving Noosa I take a wrong turn and spend 30 minutes driving round the tree-lined streets of the suburbs, expensive walled villas, homes surrounded by lush tropical gardens with a glint of swimming pools. Where is the way that will take me to the coast road? Eventually I stumble on to the road south.
It is a beautiful drive, the road winds along miles of ocean front with views across the azure blue ocean and almost deserted beaches. I stop to take photos. What a great way to spend a day.
Finally I leave the coast behind and join the frenetic traffic on the M1 motorway, 4 lanes, 110 kilometres/hour, every one in a hurry. In the distance, over the hills of the hinterland I can see black storm clouds looming.
On the by-pass that takes me around Brisbane and now 100 kilometres from home it starts to rain.
A sign flashes overhead “Be prepared for congestion”. I wonder how you do that!
Another 30 kilometres and I join the end of a slow, crawling line of traffic. It continues all the way to my turn off.
Then there it is, home sweet home, end of another road trip…