When we got back from sailing, Foss and I hopped in his car to go up to Mission Beach. We drove to a National Park about in the middle of Airlie Beach and Mission Beach. It was about 9pm, so we weren't up for the whole drive especially after sailing.
But the park was closed.
So we were both frustrated, tired and cranky.
We ended up driving down a road that had no outlet, but there was a round-a-bout filled with trees.
We camped there.
Yet. Another hot night and we got up at the crack of mother-effing dawn. It blew.
But it was Foss' birthday.
I had gone to the grocery store the day before, so I planned to cook him an awesome breakfast -- camping style.
We went down to the National Park and I cooked up some bacon, fried eggs and pancakes.
Whoa. I know. Amazing.
Then we went down to Alligator Creek (which didn't have any alligators) and swam around. There were little waterfalls so we swam over those -- that was really fun.
I sound like such a loser. I hate writing my blog back-to-back. I get bored with it after awhile, and I post too much at once.
But this is my life until I'm off the road.
ANYWAY.
We drove onward to Mission Beach which proved to be rather boring. We hung around the Information center for a bit before we decided...let's just go to Cairns.
We drove up to Cairns while Foss received B-day calls from his family. It worked out nicely.
And we decided to get ourselves a hostel for the night, not only for his birthday, but because we needed a good night's sleep.
After checking in and receiving the best service EVER from a hostel, we went out to the Woolshed to get ourselves a free meal -- courtesy of the hostel.
It was gross. But, hey, it was free. We drank a few beers and I met up with Minelle from Sydney. She just happens to be in Cairns during the time we're here.
Thank God for her, because ever since we checked out of the hostel, we've been using the YHA facilities like it's our job. Or as if we were paying for it.
We decided to book a trip to the Great Barrier Reef for Saturday and Minelle asked to come along.
Unfortunately for her, she ended up not feeling so hot and had one bad thing happen after the other.
She threw up.
Twice.
She got stung by a jellyfish.
She fell down some stairs.
She felt sick again.
But OMG, whoa. The Great Barrier Reef is great.
Phenomenal.
Totally worth every penny spent.
The best trip planned.
And now -- I show you pictures.
Lots of pictures.
Enjoy!
Later that night we went to the Rhinobar to get yet another free meal courtesy of the cruise. It was nasty -- Chicken Puke...I mean Satay. But hey. Again. It was free.
Then Foss and I decided we'd stay the night in the TV room since it was a/c'd and our night before was just too hot.
That proved to be stupid. Again.
Oh well. Sleep is not important.
Off we go to Cape Tribulation. Supposedly the best Rainforest area in OZ. I think. I probably just made that up.
But I's excited. This trip has proven to be quite amazing and Foss and I talk about how we wish it would never end.
But it will.
Which just means I'll be off to another adventure. No doubt about it.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Sailing the Whitsundays
On our way up to Airlie Beach to sail the Whitsundays, we stopped in the awesome town of Bundaberg. It was pretty much amazing.
Okay, okay, I lie.
But here are a few pics of the store of the distillery. They wanted $25 and um, hi, I is broke. Not like, "OMG, I only have $7,691,237,126,323 in my bank account" broke. But more like, "I have $20 to my name to last me the rest of this trip" broke.
Damn.
As we drove up the coast, we went through a very small town called Gin Gin. I was driving so Ross was taking in the sights. One of them being a Sunday Roast. A $7 Sunday Roast.
Score. We ate like kings.
We drove on to a small town outside of Rockhampton called Yeppon. We had planned to camp in or near the National Park there, but quickly found out it was, um, really small there.
Jerks.
We found a place to park overlooking to the ocean with all the facilities you could ever need. We setup our "camping site" and ate our delicious leftover roast. The way we got to start doing things.
We went to bed in the blazing heat -- windows up -- and I woke up stating, loudly:
"I'm so miserable."
So. I got up, walked around the campsite. Topless.
Yes. Cuz that's a good idea in the middle of nowhere. I'm surprised I didn't die.
It was all good. We just needed some air circulating in the car.
We got up in the AM where we took a shower underneath a beach shower out in the open. Yes. I was wearing a bathingsuit this time around.
Foss actually found a frog just chillin in the toilet. Shouldn't that prove to you how hot it really was?
We ate breakfast, saw another couple in the same situation as us. White station wagon. Pillows for curtains. Showering under the beach showerhead. It was like looking in the mirror. Bizarre.
Off we went to Airlie Beach. We drove about 500kms -- so we were a bit tired once we got there.
We went from travel agent to travel agent trying to find the best standby rates -- but there weren't really any amazing deals. Plus it was school holidays and Easter, so everyone and their mom had booked something. We were SOL.
We talked to a travel agent, Tina, who told us about a 12-person sailing trip that sounded like the best idea. Wasn't cheap, but we knew it'd be worth it -- we'd make it worth it.
We walked down to Magnum's - a large hostel - where we got ourselves a beer. We declared ourselves happy with our decision and went off to buy last minute things for a trip going out the next day. We bought some white goon (because they don't allow red on the boat) and got some pizza that was having quite the special. And it wasn't half bad. Pizza here sucks in OZ, so it was exciting to get something decent.
However, I ate it like a champ. Fatty. I'd say I'll go on a diet while I'm here, but they ain't gonna happen. Boo.
We walked around the backpacker hostels to figure out where we could put our cold food while we were gone -- Koala's hostel turned out to be the pick.
We setup camp along with 707623123 other van backpackers. That seemed a bit silly, but it was a place to sleep.
And yes. It was just as hot as the night before. But we learned to open the windows this time. So it helped a little bit.
In the morning, we got up nice and early, took another shower in a beach shower and off we went to meet our new best friends.
They sucked.
The whole trip they were as quiet as could be and no one drank anything. We were the only ones enjoying ourselves.
It was awesome to sail the Whitsundays, saw some amazing sights and had an effin blast with Foss. We were the life of the party, no doubt.
Our skipper and his 1 other crew member were both 21. We felt like we put our hands in the lives of two young people. It was a bit frightening. And his crew member, Jenny, was extremely seasick the whole time. It was sad.
Here are a few pics of what we experienced on our sailing trip.
And yes. It was worth it.
Okay, okay, I lie.
But here are a few pics of the store of the distillery. They wanted $25 and um, hi, I is broke. Not like, "OMG, I only have $7,691,237,126,323 in my bank account" broke. But more like, "I have $20 to my name to last me the rest of this trip" broke.
Damn.
As we drove up the coast, we went through a very small town called Gin Gin. I was driving so Ross was taking in the sights. One of them being a Sunday Roast. A $7 Sunday Roast.
Score. We ate like kings.
We drove on to a small town outside of Rockhampton called Yeppon. We had planned to camp in or near the National Park there, but quickly found out it was, um, really small there.
Jerks.
We found a place to park overlooking to the ocean with all the facilities you could ever need. We setup our "camping site" and ate our delicious leftover roast. The way we got to start doing things.
We went to bed in the blazing heat -- windows up -- and I woke up stating, loudly:
"I'm so miserable."
So. I got up, walked around the campsite. Topless.
Yes. Cuz that's a good idea in the middle of nowhere. I'm surprised I didn't die.
It was all good. We just needed some air circulating in the car.
We got up in the AM where we took a shower underneath a beach shower out in the open. Yes. I was wearing a bathingsuit this time around.
Foss actually found a frog just chillin in the toilet. Shouldn't that prove to you how hot it really was?
We ate breakfast, saw another couple in the same situation as us. White station wagon. Pillows for curtains. Showering under the beach showerhead. It was like looking in the mirror. Bizarre.
Off we went to Airlie Beach. We drove about 500kms -- so we were a bit tired once we got there.
We went from travel agent to travel agent trying to find the best standby rates -- but there weren't really any amazing deals. Plus it was school holidays and Easter, so everyone and their mom had booked something. We were SOL.
We talked to a travel agent, Tina, who told us about a 12-person sailing trip that sounded like the best idea. Wasn't cheap, but we knew it'd be worth it -- we'd make it worth it.
We walked down to Magnum's - a large hostel - where we got ourselves a beer. We declared ourselves happy with our decision and went off to buy last minute things for a trip going out the next day. We bought some white goon (because they don't allow red on the boat) and got some pizza that was having quite the special. And it wasn't half bad. Pizza here sucks in OZ, so it was exciting to get something decent.
However, I ate it like a champ. Fatty. I'd say I'll go on a diet while I'm here, but they ain't gonna happen. Boo.
We walked around the backpacker hostels to figure out where we could put our cold food while we were gone -- Koala's hostel turned out to be the pick.
We setup camp along with 707623123 other van backpackers. That seemed a bit silly, but it was a place to sleep.
And yes. It was just as hot as the night before. But we learned to open the windows this time. So it helped a little bit.
In the morning, we got up nice and early, took another shower in a beach shower and off we went to meet our new best friends.
They sucked.
The whole trip they were as quiet as could be and no one drank anything. We were the only ones enjoying ourselves.
It was awesome to sail the Whitsundays, saw some amazing sights and had an effin blast with Foss. We were the life of the party, no doubt.
Our skipper and his 1 other crew member were both 21. We felt like we put our hands in the lives of two young people. It was a bit frightening. And his crew member, Jenny, was extremely seasick the whole time. It was sad.
Here are a few pics of what we experienced on our sailing trip.
And yes. It was worth it.
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