In short we got to Noosa, stayed at this beautiful place called Halse Lodge and then left the next morning to go to Gagaju (pronounced gag a jew) bushcamp.
The trip started out with a half an hours drive to the camp. The camp site was sort of at the end of what can only be described as a australien trailer park in the middle of the forest. Me and Henrik both reacted the same way: "what the hell have we gotten ourselves into".
On the way there we met a dutch guy called Dimard (pronounced "dmart" wich later became "the crazy dutch bastard" and "Quickymart") and two people from Cornwall called Ben and Lillie. At the camp site we were about 30 people at a time, some leaving, some arriving every day. We met a lot of really, really nice people, and alot of crazy dutch bastards.
The first day we chilled and enjoyed the sun. Then the night came.
Let's just say we froze our asses off in the barracks. It was REALLY cold. Like really cold. We had hired a sleeping bag though, and I swear I would have been dead if I hadn't.
The other two nights we slept outside in a tent. It wasn't warmer, if you catch my drift. It also wasn't that comfortable since we were sleeping on one centimeter thick foam matresses. Puh.
On the days however, the weather was perfect. Sunny and waaarm. We went kayaking (spelling?) to one direction on the river that was just beside the camp one day, and then theother direction the following one.
I'll try to add more later because my phone is now at eleven percent batteri. We're heading for the beach now.
We'll catch you some day milkthief!
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