So we arrived in 1770 for a few days- only to be met with crappy weather and lots of rain...then we discovered that Ned's mate Adam had left us a message on the website-so we rang him and 5 hours later after a drive up from the Sunshine coast he was on the doorstep-result. Adam is mental-a real treat to say the least, he found us browsing in a bikini shop after bursting through the door announcing he had found the local pub and we were to join him there for the afternoon-needlesss to say, it took very little persuasion on our behalf. Now the locals of 1770 are a bit like the locals of Royston Vasey (odd at best and very keen to get us wrecked) one guy spent about 45 minutes telling me all about his dog breeding farm, to say i was bored is a grave understatement, i would rather stick a knife and fork in my eyes then listen to that tale again. Meanwhile Jenny was accosted by a vile specimin named 'Postie' with no front teeth at the jukebox demanding a constant repetition of Trains 'drops of Jupiter', rather than the Kelly Clarkson she had selected. We decided to move the party elsewhere and dump the old wierdos.Adam went to the bottle shop and picked up 24 tinnies and 2 bottles of Smirnoff. Error. I called it a night at 12, meanwhile Adam, Jay (a new recruit) and Jenny soldiered on. A hellish hangover the next day did not compare to the others state-still wasted at 2pm the next day even after a mile walk along the beach. Adam had not slept in a bed, but instead in a tree (off chops) although Jen and Jay had dragged a sofa out of the hostel and placed him there initially. the things you do hey?! So we have been T-toal for 3 days- although on arriving at the port here in Airlie we have been informed that the boat we have booked ourselves onto is the most mental party boast that sails. oops?! we will see....