Gold Coast Cuddles, Lost Bikinis & Dancing Under Fraser Stars (Aus Part 20)

On By saar.decosterIn Sunday with Saar

Introduction

This week was all about moving on.

After spending months in Byron Bay, it was finally time to continue heading north. I knew it was coming, but leaving still felt strange. Byron had become my routine, my comfort zone, and the place where so many random friendships and memories had happened.

At the same time, I was excited. Fraser Island had been on my Australia bucket list for months, and I finally had that adventure ahead of me.

What I didn’t expect was that the week would also include surprise travel friendships, one very sweet bus encounter, a missing bikini, dancing around campfires, and some of the most beautiful stars I’ve ever seen.

Main Adventure

Monday – Goodbye Byron, Hello Gold Coast

My morning started with something I had been avoiding thinking about: saying goodbye.

First, I said goodbye to Laura before leaving the hostel. Not long after, Ingrid came with me to the station. Standing there with my backpack, saying goodbye to someone I’d spent so much time with over the past months, felt strange. One of the weird things about backpacking is how quickly people become important, and then suddenly you’re standing at a bus station wondering when you’ll ever see them again.

The bus ride itself ended up being much better than expected. I sat next to a guy called Ben, who was also heading towards the Gold Coast. We started talking shortly after leaving Byron and somehow never really stopped. The conversation flowed so naturally that before I knew it, most of the journey had passed. We talked about traveling, Australia, future plans and all the random things people somehow end up discussing on long bus rides.

And yes, he was definitely cute too.

By the time we arrived, we had exchanged Instagram accounts and promised to stay in touch.

After checking into my hostel, I spent some time relaxing by the pool before taking a much-needed nap. Later, I walked around the Gold Coast for a few hours. To be completely honest, I wasn’t blown away. Maybe Byron had spoiled me, but I felt like there wasn’t all that much to see. Everything felt bigger and more modern, but somehow less charming.

Gold Coast skyline with high-rise buildings along the coast in Queensland, Australia

Back at the hostel, I ate some leftover chicken from Treehouse that had survived the journey north and prepared for what I thought would be a quiet evening.

Instead, Ben messaged me and invited me to join him, his friend, and a girl his friend had met at an Irish pub.

What followed was one of those unexpectedly lovely travel nights. We spent hours talking, laughing, and getting to know each other better. There wasn’t any pressure or awkwardness, just genuinely good company.

At the end of the night, Ben asked if I wanted to come back to his Airbnb. I told him very clearly that I wasn’t interested in hooking up and that if I came, it would literally just be for cuddles and sleep. To my surprise, he immediately said that was completely fine.

So that’s exactly what happened.

Honestly, it was one of the sweetest nights I’d had in a long time. Sometimes it’s nice when something is simply uncomplicated.

Unfortunately, my alarm went off way too early the next morning because I had another bus to catch.

Classic backpacker timing.

Tuesday – Brisbane and the Case of the Missing Bikini

After leaving Ben’s Airbnb around 7:30 in the morning, I climbed onto yet another bus and slept almost the entire way to Brisbane.

When I arrived, I discovered that my hostel wasn’t exactly nearby. Between trains, walking and carrying my backpack through the city, it felt like I was doing a mini expedition before even reaching my accommodation.

The good news was that I could check in immediately.

The better news was that I could immediately collapse into bed.

I ended up sleeping until around 3pm and only woke up when I realised something was wrong.

My brown bikini had disappeared.

No idea where.

Not on the bus, not in my backpack, not at the hostel, nowhere.

Somewhere between Byron, the Gold Coast and Brisbane, it had simply vanished.

After searching everything twice, I accepted defeat and decided there was only one logical solution: bikini shopping.

So I headed into the city and came back with not one but two new bikinis. If you’re going to solve a problem, you might as well solve it properly.

Afterwards I stopped by Coles for groceries before ending the day at a waterfront bar Eva had recommended. Sitting there with a drink while the Brisbane skyline slowly lit up around me was probably my favorite moment in the city. Nothing particularly exciting happened, but it was one of those peaceful solo travel evenings where you’re simply happy to be exactly where you are.

Wednesday – Arriving in Noosa

The next morning it was already time to move again.

I arrived in Noosa and quickly realised I didn’t have much time to settle in because the Fraser Island briefing was scheduled shortly after. Everyone doing the tour had to attend, so we all gathered together to watch safety videos, driving instructions and demonstrations on how not to get ourselves stuck in the sand.

It was all becoming very real.

After the briefing, most of us headed to the supermarket to buy food and alcohol for the trip. Backpackers tend to prioritise both equally.

Back at the hostel, I discovered that everyone in my room was also doing Fraser Island. It immediately created a fun atmosphere because everyone was excited about the same thing. Conversations started naturally, people compared travel stories, and before long it felt like we already knew each other.

I decided to have an early night because our departure the next morning was painfully early.

Thursday – Welcome to Fraser Island

The alarm felt cruel.

By 6:30am we were already on our way, first driving towards Rainbow Beach and then taking the ferry across to Fraser Island.

Before leaving, we had been divided into groups and assigned vehicles. I ended up with the people from my hostel room, which sounded ideal at first. As the trip progressed, however, it became clear that our vehicle wasn’t exactly the most energetic one. Everyone was nice, but compared to some of the other groups, we were definitely on the quieter side.

The moment we arrived on Fraser Island, none of that really mattered anymore.

Driving across the sand was incredible. It genuinely felt like being inside a travel documentary. The beaches seemed endless, the scenery was beautiful, and everyone was smiling like little kids.

4x4 group tour on Fraser Island during Australia East Coast working holiday route adventure

Our first major stop was Lake McKenzie, which somehow managed to be even prettier than every photo I’d ever seen. The water was crystal clear, the sand was unbelievably white, and despite the fact that the water was colder than expected, everyone jumped in anyway.

We spent ages swimming, playing with a ball and enjoying the sunshine before eventually continuing towards camp.

At the campsite, everyone started sorting out tents. Most people already had someone to share with, while I stood there awkwardly realising I didn’t. Luckily I ended up sharing with an Irish girl from another vehicle who turned out to be incredibly sweet.

By around six in the evening, the drinking games had started.

While one of the groups cooked pasta bolognese for everyone, the rest of us sat around playing games, getting to know each other and enjoying the fact that we were camping on one of the most famous islands in Australia.

The biggest surprise of the evening came when I suddenly ran into Jill. She had been on the Fraser tour the day before and was still around. Australia keeps feeling huge until moments like that happen.

Backpackers cooking dinner while camping on K'gari (Fraser Island)

Friday – Floaties, Champagne Pools and Campfire Chaos

Friday ended up being my favorite day of the entire tour.

We started the morning with pancakes before heading to a beautiful freshwater creek. Some people had brought inflatable floaties, which turned out to be the best idea ever. We spent ages drifting through the water, floating along while chatting and enjoying the sunshine.

Travellers relaxing on a crystal-clear freshwater lake on K’gari (Fraser Island), floating on inflatable rings during a 4WD East Coast Australia tour.

After lunch, we visited the Champagne Pools, which immediately became one of my favorite places on the island. The ocean crashed dramatically against the rocks while the natural pools remained calm enough to swim in. It was one of those places that looks almost too beautiful to be real.

Champagne Pools on K'gari (Fraser Island) with ocean views

Later we stopped at the famous shipwreck before heading back to camp.

And that’s when the night became legendary.

Our tour guide was completely unhinged in the best possible way. Music started blasting through the campsite, everyone gathered around the tables, and before long the entire group was dancing, singing and shouting lyrics at the top of their lungs. At one point we spent what felt like an hour dancing to Taylor Swift while standing around picnic tables.

I’ve never seen a camping group bond so quickly.

The fun continued around the campfire, where our guide somehow managed to make the atmosphere even better by bringing out fire torches. There was music, dancing, laughter and that very specific backpacker feeling where everyone seems to become friends within a matter of hours.

When quiet hours started at 10pm, most of us moved to the beach instead.

The stars were absolutely incredible.

With no city lights nearby, the sky seemed endless. We sat on the sand talking, laughing and enjoying the view. A French guy attempted to kiss me at some point, but his confidence level was significantly higher than his actual appeal, so that idea went nowhere.

Instead, I spent most of the evening hanging out with Anna and Loti from another vehicle. Both were born in 2001, both were lovely, and we instantly clicked. Most people in my vehicle were noticeably younger, so it was nice finding people I connected with so easily.

Eventually, around midnight, I crawled back into my tent knowing I would regret every second of sleep I wasn’t getting.

Saturday – Rain, Lakes and Goodbye Fraser

At 5am, regret arrived.

The morning started with all of us waiting because one 19-year-old English guy hadn’t cleaned his tent properly. Nothing brings people together quite like collectively being annoyed at the same person before sunrise.

Once we finally got moving, we walked for about thirty minutes towards another lake. The weather wasn’t exactly cooperating and it started raining shortly after we arrived, but instead of ruining the experience, it somehow made everything more fun.

Everyone jumped into the water and embraced the chaos.

Looking back, it was probably one of my favorite moments from the trip.

After heading back, we somehow ended up eating lunch at around 11am, which felt absurdly early. Not long after that, it was time to leave Fraser Island behind and start the journey back to Noosa.

I wasn’t ready for it to end.

Back in town, everyone desperately wanted a shower and a nap, and honestly, so did I. After days of sand and camping, that shower felt life-changing.

Later that evening, some of us shared wine in the room before heading out for a bit. I spent more time talking with some of the English guys from the tour and realised they were actually much more fun than I’d initially thought.

Meanwhile, Ben had messaged me asking if I wanted to meet up again.

Unfortunately, Fraser Island had completely destroyed my energy levels and I accidentally fell asleep before anything could happen.

Sunday – Beach Day Recovery

Sunday was exactly what I needed.

After checking out of Nomads, I went grocery shopping, made breakfast and met up with Anna and Loti again. It was Anna’s birthday, so we spent most of the day together wandering around Noosa, doing a bit of window shopping and eventually settling down at the beach.

Compared to the chaos of the previous days, it felt wonderfully relaxed.

At some point I had to drag myself all the way to YHA Noosa to check in. The walk felt ridiculously long with my backpack, especially in the heat, and I complained about it internally for most of the journey.

The rest of the day stayed quiet. Anna and Loti mentioned that they might message me later to do something, but as often happens in backpacker life, those plans never materialised.

So instead, I went for an evening walk by myself, enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere and headed to bed early.

Honestly, after everything that had happened that week, it felt like the perfect ending.

Romance

This week’s romance section is entirely dedicated to Ben.

What started as a random bus conversation turned into one of the sweetest encounters I’ve had while traveling. There was no drama, no games and no weird situations. Just good conversation, mutual respect and an unexpectedly lovely evening together.

As for the French guy on Fraser Island?

Let’s just say not every volunteer is accepted for the position.

Tips & Tricks

  • Fraser Island absolutely deserves the hype.
  • Bring extra swimwear because bikinis apparently disappear.
  • Backpacker friendships form faster than almost any other type of friendship.
  • Campfire nights are always better than expected.
  • Australian night skies never get old.
  • Sometimes the best travel memories come from the people you meet rather than the places you visit.

Reflection

This week felt like the true beginning of the next chapter of my Australian adventure.

Leaving Byron was emotional, but Fraser Island reminded me exactly why I started traveling in the first place. New places, unexpected friendships, random adventures and moments that could never have been planned.

A week earlier, I had no idea who Ben, Anna or Loti were.

Now they’re part of my Australia story.

That’s probably my favorite thing about backpacking. Your entire life can change because of something as simple as sitting next to the right person on a bus.

Wherever I am next, I’m learning that even chaos can feel like a beginning.

4WD vehicle at sunrise campsite on K’gari Fraser Island in Australia

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Liked this story? Read chapter 21. Because trust me… it didn’t end there.

OR start from the beginning: Australia Travel Diary part 1.

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