Fraser Island's location is a winner.
"A Nugget, a Wazza and a Clarke get confronted by a dingo on the beach" . . . sounds like the start to a questionable Aussie joke. But we weren't laughing as the growling dingo leapt into the back of the ute and started to rip secure lids off food containers in the dark. Australia: where you've got to watch the bloody dogs, mate.
To be fair we were on the beach half way down Fraser Island in one of the last places in the world to have packs of wild dingos roaming free. The island is a real Aussie treasure.
As the world's largest sand isle, it's easily accessible by short ferry rides or why not just land your plane on the beach? It's also great fun to drive around in a 4WD. A real 4WD that is, a school-run version won't cut it here. The photo board at our accommodation suggested many a not-quite-good-enough vehicle had been claimed first by the soft sand and then by the tide. Australia: where everything is out to get you, even the sand.
As popular as it is for tourists, it's also a great surfcasting destination for fishers, with a famous local tournament dedicated to a fish they call a tailor. Looking like a bulky, fat-headed kahawai, the mid-sized specimens are called choppers and big Tailors are called green backs. My fishing companions, Wazza and Nugget, were so legendary at catching them that Nugget had been banned from all local competitions. At least that's what he told me as we cast lines from the shore into the night, sipping from his hip flask.