Saturday 7th November – Tangalooma Wrecks on Moreton Island
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Bronwen and I got up at 6:30, finished packing, and drove to the MICAT ferry to Moreton Island. We arrived with plenty of time, but it was still very busy and I could only find one car park—the evil foreign-owned price-gouging corporation who owns the port has restricted almost all parking in the area, for no apparent reason other than to be evil.
The MICAT ferry left precisely on time at 8:30, arriving at the Tangalooma Wrecks on Moreton Island 90 minutes later. At $57 each (return), it’s quite expensive (though last time Bronwen and I went to Moreton, almost 9 years ago, it cost $50 each, so at least it’s not going up very quickly), and our return ferry was due in only 5½ hours, so we wasted no time getting off the ferry and getting ourselves to the beach—made easy by the fact that the ferry lands directly on the beach, only a couple of hundred metres from where we wanted to be.
I took Wallace for a quick flight over the wrecks to take some photos, then Bronwen and I went for a snorkel. Almost immediately the Lumix waterproof camera began complaining that its battery door was open. I checked, and it wasn’t, but it kept complaining and began to make the same death-rattle that Bronwen’s parents’ similar camera made when it got water inside and died, so I swam back to shore and stopped using it. Maz had lent us his old GoPro, which Bronwen had been using, so I took the rest of the underwater photos using that.
After snorkelling for two hours Bronwen got cold, and got out. I felt like I could stay in, but almost immediately got a leg cramp, so also got out—with some difficulty, as it’s a bit hard to swim to shore without using one’s legs much.
We had sandwiches and chips for lunch, then went for a walk around the campsite and along the beach, before taking Wallace for another flight over the wrecks, and going in for another short snorkel. This time there was quite a current—enough that it was difficult to swim out to the wrecks, but wasn’t too bad once out there. The water was also a lot dirtier.
The MICAT arrived while we were snorkelling, and we had a bit of a rush to get to it on time because we took a while waiting for someone to finish in the showers so we could get changed out of our wet clothes before getting the ferry, but we managed to make it to the ferry before it left, and had an unexciting 90 minute ferry-trip back to the Port of Brisbane.
Once back, Bronwen and I drove home, arriving just on 6PM feeling a little exhausted and sunburnt, and watched a Harry Potter movie.