Honeymoon - Hamilton Island

After uniting in a spot of holy matrimony, Jo and I went on honeymoon. We selected Queensland as an ideal place to unwind, bask in sunshine and maybe partake in a bit of snorkelling. We figured that the beauty and luxury of the Whitsunday islands would be a perfect way to facilitate this after a quite mental few weeks of wedding prep and run through.

Enter Ului stage right.

Yep, not only did we have the worst hail storm in 50 years to deal with on our wedding day, but we also had a tropical cyclone hit our honeymoon. And it had a daft name. I've never met anyone called Ului.

Still, we were on holiday and not at work so all was well. We didn't have great weather for the first week on Hamilton Island so we couldn't sunbathe and the snorkelling was cancelled, oh yeah and the seafood restaurant we had been looking forward to dining in every night was closed for refurbishment, but as always the missus and I managed to amuse ourselves. We hired a golf buggy and hooned round the island, went on a bushwalk, tried out the golf driving range and shooting range, drank wine and beer, played the pokies and ate like ponies.

Enjoying some rare sunshine and the novel vehicles. Oh and I was pretty happy that I didn't kill anyone whilst firing some heavy guns.

So onto Hayman, which is an expensive but wonderfully luxurious resort. The room was a cracker, it had two showers, one of which was in the little private garden. By this time we were checking the forecast regularly as Ului was on the horizon and predicted to head straight for us. It was category 5 which is the highest strength and although it was likely to reduce strength as it made landfall we were pretty sure the weather was going to be rubbish regardless of whether it hit or not. So after just one night we decided to leave the island disappointed but safe and vowing to come back one day.

We ended up in Brisbane for the weekend, which was good. More on this to come...