the Great Barrier Reef was on our "must do" list, so after weighing numerous options we made reservations to fly to the Hamilton Island Resort in the Whitsundays. We stuffed our backpacks into our duffle bags (luxurious tropical island resorts do not qualify as "backpacking") and hopped a Jetstar flight to the Hamilton Island, the most developed of the Whitsunday Islands. We were singled out from the luxury resort vacationers, when we tried to board the shuttle with our luggage and were told there wasn't room and we should leave our bags with the porters, who would gladly deliver them to our room - oops. Our initial faux pas corrected, we made our way to the Palm Terrace hotel. The accommodations were decidedly 3 star, but we were on a tropical island on the Great Barrier Reef, who was going to complain? If only the sun would come out!
I immediately took advantage of the non-dormitory mattress for a nap, while Ryan took a run up to the Resort Outlook. I later learned that his was more of a vigorous walk, whereas my nap involved strenuous dreaming. Our exercises complete, we decided to explore the island's eating options. I won't dignify any of the restaurants with an individual review, but, suffice it to say, competition is a good thing, and all of the islands restaurants are run by the same resort company - they set the menus and the prices. Did I mention the only ways off the island are boat, plane, and speedo?