Yesterday, Trev, Ryan and our new two fellow Canadian friends, Lauren and Lindsay took a trip down to the coloured sands along the beach to see what Rainbow Beach's claim to fame was all about.
I'm not exactly sure if we walked far enough, but the sands weren't exactly "rainbow-ish". More like nice shades of reds and oranges sands. Needless to say, it was still pretty impressive to see. There is a dream time story from the Aboriginals about how the coloured sands came to be:
"Way back in dream-time, there lived on the banks of the Noosa River a beautiful black maiden called Murrawar who fell in love with the Rainbow, which came to visit her here every morning. She would clap her hands and sing to this lovely rainbow.
"One day the Burwilla, a very bad man from a distant tribe, stole Murrawar for his slave wife, beating her cruelly and making her do all his work, while he sat in the shade admiring his terrible killing boomerang. This boomerang was bigger than the biggest tree and full of evil spirit.
"One day Murrawar ran away and as she hurried along the beach, which was all flat in those days, she looked back and saw Burwilla's boomerang coming to kill her. Calling out for help, she fell to the ground too frightened to run.
"Suddenly she heard a loud noise in the sky and saw her faithful Rainbow racing towards her across the sea. The wicked boomerang attacked the brave Rainbow and they met with a roar like thunder, killing the boomerang instantly and shattering the Rainbow into many small pieces.
"Alas, the poor sick and shattered Rainbow lay on the beach to die and is still there with all its colours, forming the hills along the beach."
To ruin the whole story for you, geologists say that the sands are stained by decaying vegetable matter as it seeps through. But in the spirit of a really interesting story, let's just say that geologists are full of shit.
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