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Our fourth and final day on Fraser Island comprised us driving back down the beach – again past the Maheno Shipwreck et al – to the main route across Fraser Island which we would traverse to Kingfisher Bay where the return leg of our ferry journey would be booked and caught.

The first thing we saw, while packing away our tent, was this Guana or Iguana lizard thing.

The drive was similar to those of the previous two days except that it all went without a hitch… until just before reaching Kingfisher Bay.

There are some wooden slats across the track to aid vehicles with the steep incline in the sand which would otherwise be extremely difficult to negotiate. However, several of these slats have broken in a couple of places, and, as we were going downhill steeply, I could not see the largest of these.

As a result, we dropped about 3 to 4 feet off one of these wooden ‘steps’ and the impact was not pleasant. Despite being in second gear low box and rolling down the hill on engine tick-over, it was fast enough to bounce us all off our seats and into various parts of the car. Luckily we all had seatbelts on, so while Linda did bang her head on the side window a little, no major harm was done. I was holding onto the steering wheel, so it wasn’t too bad for me.

It was nice to get onto the sealed tarmac surface in the Kingfisher Bay Resort Village all the same.

We tried to book onto the half past 1 ferry to Hervey Bay but that was full, so it was the four o’clock for us. This unexpected delay allowed us to have a lunch at the café and take a walk which we had thought we would not have time fore, to the old army bases and other historical sites a few kilometres away.

Again, this turned out to be another blessing in disguise as, after 4 days of “BE DINGO SAFE” signs and a fruitless search, we finally saw a dingo. Being experts in dingo safety we managed to compose ourselves enough to film this encounter – I’ll put the video up here when I can get it uploaded – and not panic too much when the dingo comes straight at us.

The old world war army training camps are interesting to see, though there is not much remaining, apart from the foundations of a couple of buildings and some rusty engine parts. The old jetty is more impressive.

There is also an aboriginal monument here too.

We walked back along the beach amongst the millions of crabs to Kingfisher Bay in time to catch the ferry away to Hervey Bay feeling that, having now seen a dingo, our trip to Fraser Island was fully complete.