Hamilton Island is a ridiculous paradise. Cars are prohibited and even the post van and bakery delivery truck are liveried golf carts. Everyone drives golf carts. The tourists rent golf carts. The entire island is raked with slow motion wacky races which cannot be won because noone can go faster than anyone else.
He fumed in the tropical storm, silent over lunch. Reluctant in a clinch with a koala bear. All day long we negotiate our impasse in a golf cart. Look, I said. I'm sorry. It's not me it's you.
Photograph: Whitsundays, Margaret O'Hare