So there's a couple of things I've neglected to tell you guys. I usually say that I have a good memory, although short, which has led to me forgetting to tell you guys a lot of the awesome things that's happened. So let's go back in time a couple of weeks, days or hours and I'll try to make it as clear as possible (yeah, this is going to be messy).
Where do I start? Let's go back to Brisbane, our original location, and then try to force our way up towards the north. Here we go.
Me and Henrik met the australians I was talking about in one of the first posts and they drove us to the hostel we were staying in. What I neglected to tell you guys is that the first night, me and Henrik were standing at the balcony of the bar just thinking of what we were going to do and where to go. There was a couple of people out besides the two of us and the night was a bit chilly. All of a sudden a gang of five or six guys comes out from the bar and surrounds a talve a few meters away from us. We can hear them talking about some "stupid fucker in the bar" or some such. The bartender suddenly came out and asked the guys to leave the hostel because they had threatened a guy. They tell him to fuck off, which prompts him to call the police. One of the guys thinks that no one is watching from outside the bar, suddenly flashes a gun under his jacket, showing his friend. Me and Henrik were standing at the perfect angle and we both just went slack-jawed. We moved a little farther from the guys and the friend of the guy with the gun told him to put the piece away. The bartender came out again and told the guys the police were on their way, which made the guys suddenly itching to get out of the place. It really felt as a perfect reminder that it's not just the australian animals that can kill you. People are people. "The last idiot isn't born yet", right?
So, what's next? Hmmm. Let's go to Fraser Island again, shall we?
So I think I told you must of the suff on Fraser, but there are a few things I could add. The first thing happened the second day I think, and it wasn't that big of a deal, but it is worth mentioning. So we were driving in our caravan on the sand roads (which is a pretty bumpy ride) when the car in front of us suddenly loses one of it's tires. Yeah, that's right. The right tire at the back of the car suddenly just fell to the side and the car stopped dead in it's tracks. All of us got out and the guide came running from the first car. Somehow the bolts of the tire had been loosened and had just fallen off. We found two or three of the bolts near the car which sparked a search for more back from the way we had been heading. Three irish girls went looking and I felt I had to go with them. I still felt my cold as strong as ever and I wanted to get moving some. The girls were kind of fast but I didn't mind, so I trailed them a bit slower, looking for the bolts in the sand. A short time passed of just walking and looking at the ground, and when I looked up again the girls were gone. I thought I could still hear them somewhere up front so I continued walking. After about ten minutes of not seeing them, I suddenly realised I was walking alone on a sand road, in the middle of a forest filled with dingoes. Now dingoes aren't that big, but they ususally hunt in packs. Cue horror music.
I followed the road just a bit further, thinking the girls must be just up ahead. They were nowhere to be found though. I saw a branch which I used as a walking staff, but really I was arming myself if shit hit the fan. After a couple of more minutes I turned around and started heading back towards the cars. I walked on the road and kept my eyes open, looking out into the thick forest. Time passed and soon I could hear the rest of the caravan again. As I arrived there was a new car at the site that had helped them fix the tire, and a couple of minutes after that the irish girls arrived again with all the missing bolts. As I said earlier, nothing really happened, but maybe I should start thinking a little about my surroundings and in which country I'm in.
The next thing I could tell you is about the morning on the third day. I'd been feeling like shit the entirity of the journey and as such I didn't actually drive. The third morning I woke up, and unbelievable enough, I was still drunk. Tony, the guide, was doing breath tests on people since he knew there had been a lot of drinking the night before and just for fun I tried it. Tony laughed a little and then said "you are twice over the limit mate". He showed me the results (0.11) and then chuckled. "You aren't driving today". Bummer.
Also, one more last thing about the fraser trip. When we were heading back to the hostel we saw a bunch of kangaroos!
Where to go from here? Let's go to Seventeen Seventy (1770).
In 1770, or Agnes Waters, I surfed for the first time in my life. It was the cheapest surfing lesson for beginners in the entirety of Australia and I think I payed $ 17 in total. That's about £ 13. Let me tell you, it was awesome. We were a bunch of people (20 perhaps?), we got wetsuits and surfingboardes, had a quick tutorial and then we headed for the beach. The waves weren't big at all, but in hindsight, maybe that was a good thing. You walked out a bit, climbed the board, and then paddled with your hands until you got a bit out. When you saw a wave coming that was the right size, you started paddeling towards the beach as fast as you could. When the wave "hit" you and your board started to lean forward, you put in an additional four or so strokes, then tried to stand on the board. I failed miserably.
After a couple of failed attempts I finally sort of got it and I stood up at least five times before it was time to leave the beach. The whole lesson and everything took about three hours and was totally worth the seventeen dollars.
The last thing I wanted to mention was the white bellied sea eagles we saw at Whitsundays. It was actually really cool. Eric, the snorkeling guide, asked if anyone could whistle really loud. Melf, the german guy we have been traveling with, whistled and from no where came two eagles. Eric stod with a little bucket of left over meat from the dinner and the birds sort glided towards him a couple of meters in the air. He then threw the meat up and the birds dived and sntached it from the air. It was really cool. I will see if I can score some pictures of it later on.
So that's it for today peeps. I am still in Airlie beach, and tomorrow night me and Henrik are headed for Cairns on the night bus. It's kind of cloudy today and there's been some rain as well. I will probably check in later but for now I'll try to add a few pictures to the other posts.
See you in the fog!
So, what's next? Hmmm. Let's go to Fraser Island again, shall we?
So I think I told you must of the suff on Fraser, but there are a few things I could add. The first thing happened the second day I think, and it wasn't that big of a deal, but it is worth mentioning. So we were driving in our caravan on the sand roads (which is a pretty bumpy ride) when the car in front of us suddenly loses one of it's tires. Yeah, that's right. The right tire at the back of the car suddenly just fell to the side and the car stopped dead in it's tracks. All of us got out and the guide came running from the first car. Somehow the bolts of the tire had been loosened and had just fallen off. We found two or three of the bolts near the car which sparked a search for more back from the way we had been heading. Three irish girls went looking and I felt I had to go with them. I still felt my cold as strong as ever and I wanted to get moving some. The girls were kind of fast but I didn't mind, so I trailed them a bit slower, looking for the bolts in the sand. A short time passed of just walking and looking at the ground, and when I looked up again the girls were gone. I thought I could still hear them somewhere up front so I continued walking. After about ten minutes of not seeing them, I suddenly realised I was walking alone on a sand road, in the middle of a forest filled with dingoes. Now dingoes aren't that big, but they ususally hunt in packs. Cue horror music.
I followed the road just a bit further, thinking the girls must be just up ahead. They were nowhere to be found though. I saw a branch which I used as a walking staff, but really I was arming myself if shit hit the fan. After a couple of more minutes I turned around and started heading back towards the cars. I walked on the road and kept my eyes open, looking out into the thick forest. Time passed and soon I could hear the rest of the caravan again. As I arrived there was a new car at the site that had helped them fix the tire, and a couple of minutes after that the irish girls arrived again with all the missing bolts. As I said earlier, nothing really happened, but maybe I should start thinking a little about my surroundings and in which country I'm in.
The next thing I could tell you is about the morning on the third day. I'd been feeling like shit the entirity of the journey and as such I didn't actually drive. The third morning I woke up, and unbelievable enough, I was still drunk. Tony, the guide, was doing breath tests on people since he knew there had been a lot of drinking the night before and just for fun I tried it. Tony laughed a little and then said "you are twice over the limit mate". He showed me the results (0.11) and then chuckled. "You aren't driving today". Bummer.
Also, one more last thing about the fraser trip. When we were heading back to the hostel we saw a bunch of kangaroos!
Where to go from here? Let's go to Seventeen Seventy (1770).
In 1770, or Agnes Waters, I surfed for the first time in my life. It was the cheapest surfing lesson for beginners in the entirety of Australia and I think I payed $ 17 in total. That's about £ 13. Let me tell you, it was awesome. We were a bunch of people (20 perhaps?), we got wetsuits and surfingboardes, had a quick tutorial and then we headed for the beach. The waves weren't big at all, but in hindsight, maybe that was a good thing. You walked out a bit, climbed the board, and then paddled with your hands until you got a bit out. When you saw a wave coming that was the right size, you started paddeling towards the beach as fast as you could. When the wave "hit" you and your board started to lean forward, you put in an additional four or so strokes, then tried to stand on the board. I failed miserably.
After a couple of failed attempts I finally sort of got it and I stood up at least five times before it was time to leave the beach. The whole lesson and everything took about three hours and was totally worth the seventeen dollars.
The last thing I wanted to mention was the white bellied sea eagles we saw at Whitsundays. It was actually really cool. Eric, the snorkeling guide, asked if anyone could whistle really loud. Melf, the german guy we have been traveling with, whistled and from no where came two eagles. Eric stod with a little bucket of left over meat from the dinner and the birds sort glided towards him a couple of meters in the air. He then threw the meat up and the birds dived and sntached it from the air. It was really cool. I will see if I can score some pictures of it later on.
So that's it for today peeps. I am still in Airlie beach, and tomorrow night me and Henrik are headed for Cairns on the night bus. It's kind of cloudy today and there's been some rain as well. I will probably check in later but for now I'll try to add a few pictures to the other posts.
See you in the fog!
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