I'm on a Road to Noosa

Noosa here we come. We travel on the tourist trail along the Pacific Coast Road and even along the Steve Irwin Way, past his zoo. On the way, we see an amazing mountain and stop off to see what it is. Well, we then see that it's more than one mountain in fact. It's a collection of 13 hills called the Glass House Mountains and formed of volcanic plugs. They were given that name by good old Captain Cook in 1770, as they looked to him like 'Glass Houses which occasioned my giving them that name". We then stop to buy some local cheese in Maleny, which was a quirky, hippy but pleasant town up in the hills. It was here that we stopped off to admire a view, when we saw a guy about to do some paragliding. The wind was quite strong and he seemed to have some difficulty in getting the shute correct. But then, off he leapt and we saw him soar a bit, then glide down into the valley below. He then went out of sight and we didn't think much of it, until we spotted his shute on the ground, but in a thick undergrowth, with trees and brambles. There was no movement at all. We got out our binoculars and all we could see was the shute, fluttering in the wind. What do we do? Was the guy still alive? Do we call the emergency services? Then, we see an arm reach through the brambles, trying to locate the shute. Then there's a head and the rest of his body. He's alive! And he's probably wondering how on earth he can get to civilisation, given he looked like he was in the middle of nowhere. So, given it was pride that was hurt more than his body, we carried onto Noosa. We check into Noosa Caravan Park, which is a little out of town, but had the best reviews. We stroll into the nearest centre, Tewantin, and find a very small Indian restaurant, Bombay Bliss, that looked okay. And it was, as we had a great meal which was also really reasonable in price. So a half hour stroll back to our campsite and decisions on tomorrow.