On Sunday, 15 October, Mike and I caught a Virgin Blue flight to Harvey Bay, a small, retirement town north of Brisbane on Australia's east coast and adjacent to tourist-friendly Fraser Island.
Harvey Bay was, in a word, bland. We arrived at our hostel, Palace Backpackers, around 12:30 and spent most of the day's remainder walking. We cruised untasteful beaches - I didn't even bother putting my swim trunks on - for several hours, eventually coming to the highlight of the place: an extremely long pier out into the bay. It must have taken Melvin and I a good 20 minutes to walk out to the end of it. That's how long it was. It actually was pretty neat, because there was a sandbar that extended parallel of the pier, making it seem as if we were on a miny island, with the bay behind us toward shore. But that was about it in Harvey Bay. We ate at a Chinese buffet for dinner and then walked the dark, empty streets back to our hostel.
I fell asleep around 8:30 p.m.
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