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This edition of our journey diary gives a completely different lifestyle to what we are used to...fraser isalnd!! will be the highlight here, i will explain what the expedition is all about at
fraser island in good time. yet firslty our arrival at Hervey bay.
Our time with Frat the driver was over, arriving at our hostel we all jumped out, grabbed our bags and gave a farewell to this ledgendary dude. Our hostel at Hervey bay was like a university
apartment, and we were glad to see that many of the people we had become familiar with on the oz bus was indeed in our room. Me, marti, faye, daniel, serina, the other swiss girl (cant remember
her
name?) and Jo who had won the bull ride by the way.
I realise i haven't spoken about Daniel and serina too much yet, but it was only till this point they really made an impact on us. Daniel was exceptionally funny and made me and marti both laugh.
We
had all settled into our room, preparing for the next mornings leave for fraser island. Daniel and serina were trying to ring for accomodation in sydney. Daniel being swiss, was still studying
english and what made us laugh sooo much; was how everytime a hostel answered his call, he would reply "hello....its Daniel, Question!" I suppose its one of those 'you have to be there humours"
but
it was the same tone everytime?
Carrying on through the night, we had to gain important booze supplies for our 3 days in fraser island. We were taken to an off licence and bought a crate...and also a 4 litre box of, what the
Ozzys
call it 'Goon' otherwise known as cheap white wine. This stuff was 11% and its effects were deceiving, as you will find out later in this blog.
After this, we headed back to the hostel, and a poster had caught our eye whilst in the main office, and me and marti, being me and marti-couldnt resist a $10 all you can eat dominos feast :)...so
we
signed up for it, and what a good choice. So we ate until we felt ill, and got as much money's worth as possible. I think marti may have thought he may never eat again, because my my- he was
truly
eating like a fatman (Anthony Kelly style).
All of us in our room decided, it would be a good idea to take the remaining pizzas to our room, and keep them for tommorow; possibly for lunch? Which we sneakly did..preparations
for
fraser were going well. Once we were fed, me and the fatman..sorry me and marti packed our bags accordingly, locked the rest of our stuff in a locker and went to the land of nod zzzzzzzzzz.
Next morning we watched some pants dvds about fraser, and then we seperated into groups. These were chosen by the hostel, as they were linked directly to the tour, and were near enough chosen at
random...we did attempt to keep the oz group together, at least james maybe...but nope. Which at first was a bit of a guttner, but what the hell, we had new people to meet! Before i name our group
of
people, i will tell you about what fraser is all about. Basically its a national park of australia..and almost every backpacker goes on this trip to the interesting island. They allow self
driving
(21 and over only) in a 4 wheel drive..with ten people to a 4 wheeler. There is a top compartment for tents, cooking stuff, coolers, bags food ect ect. Now then, our group consisted of Yohanna-
(Finland, Male) Tanya- (Finland,Female) Caroline- (Gemany, female) Tina-(Germany, Female) Bee- (Germany, Female) Stuart and James (Scotland). All were ages 18-26. The two from Finland were a
couple,
Bee was on her lonesome and the scottish lads were ironically the ones from our previous sailing trip...
We were all taken to a yard, where our 4 wheelers and equipment awaited! Here we were ordered to put everthing into the top compartments ourselves. Which is an annoying and difficult task. At one
point the guy said, right one of you from each group needs to get up into the top part to stack everything correctly. We all looked around, as everyone knew how disgusting, hot and dusty it was
up
there...No? no-one? so i stepped up to the plate and did the dirty deed. I finally packed it to the full, but the Germans had so much crap and bags, that we ended up
putting
alot down by our feet anyways :(. I emerged from the top compartment..very very sweaty. Marti was laughing of course. Finally we thought...of to fraser, but no. Before the ferry, was the food
shopping. We had to do food in groups. So the Finish and the Germans did theirs as one, and we did ours with the scottish lads, and yes; Bee aswell. Let me tell what Bee is like, she is like one
of
those annoying people you come accross, she didnt do anything mean, she was just naturally annoying, also she was....mmmm lets say she enjoyed her food, which doesn't bother us, its just that it
made
choosing food as a group ten times harder.
Marti was consistantly furious at her picking random foods and putting it into the trolly, he kept threatening to chuck stuff out.
We raced to the till point, and squeezed all the food into our vechile. It was a funny site, all the food was sprawled accross everyones knees. Now we could make our way to the ferry!!
Yohanna was our driver, from start to finish or our Fraser trip, he was a good driver, and we had all respected him. Once we got to Fraser and reduced the air in our tyres (driving on sand in
fraser)
Oh!, by the way Fraser island is the largest Sand island in the world...more knowlege you see.
Anyway, the 4 groups from our Hostel in the 4 wheel drives including us, began our adventure. Yohanna felt confident enough to lead as first to drive upon the sand, and through the tight and
bumpy
one way roads.
It took a while to get to the eastern beach on the other side, as slow driving is a must of course. Your buttox can get very sore when you sit at the back, bumping up and down for so long, as me
and
marti found.
The eastern beach had many different 4 wheelers going up and down it, and yet was a lovely beach...with some cool waves. Sadly though, jelly fish were still about and were also infested in sharks
:(
so swimming was not likely. Although we did take some minor dips in the sea, but not too far in, so dont fret please.
We was already getting to know our group buddies pretty well. They were all nice people and didnt mind some banter. Firstly we came accross the 'Maheno' shipwreck and had a mooch, pictures and
all
that jazz, then carried on down the coastline. We came to indian head...basically a cliff. We needed a new pair of pants ontop of the cliff. We were sat at the edge looking down admiring the
view,
and out of know where came two ear popping loud jet fighters, and flew within meters of us, they came from behind us, and yeah, we just pooed really.
We then headed to the champagne pools- where you could swim, and so we did, with our brand new green ball. Me and marti were the only ones from our group to get in...so all the rest just sat and
watched us mess about like the immature pair we are.
We were all becoming increasingly worried about the last car that had disappeared at the begining, after getting stuck apparently. yet they had not caught up anywhere?
Darkness began to draw over the light, and Yohanna and the rest of us decided it was time to set up camp. We found a spot in a camping zone not yet occupied, set back from the beach however still
in
view of the sea itself. The three of our 4 wheel drives all set up here, put our tents up and let the night begin.
BBQ king Marti, was keen to get the burgers and sausages on the go, we set the table up and pilled the cheap home brand bread, and ate our BBQ feast all in the first night...but it was
scrumptious. We cracked open the beers, and mingled with other groups as well as our own. We first met two sweedish girls here, these two will pop up again in another blog! emily and louisa. But
after some mingling, the Germans introduced us to a couple of thier drinking games...and we had sat there for some time drinking and playing 'Whizz' it may be easier to explain another day, face
to
face. But we all had some funny nicknames in this game. Marti was labelled cinderella, and i was Cornelious. The Scottish lads were also becoming good company, and a bunch of asian girls from
London
introduced their riddles and games. One was called Pass the Hat. Many may already know it. But me and marti was puzzled for some time. Some just point and tell you where the hat goes, and you
must
figure out where it ends up...a load of crap i thought, wasnt even a riddle, beacuse it turned out that the person who spoke first after she said "who has the Hat' was where the hat ended up, like
i
said, it was stupid, and it was only me and a few others who didnt get it, of course marti understood it after a while.
I realise mine is a bias opinion on that game but seriously? later, people who were lightweights started retiring to their tents, and few of us were left. Marti decided to break the
nice
sweedish girls fancy lighter by the way, but somehow managed to repair it, and the Dingos pounced out of the night trying to scrounge and left overs.
It began to rain, and soon, we were all in our tents and tucked up.
The next morning was chilled out, as we wernt allowed to drive on the sand until 2:00pm due to the tide....so everyone chilled. Me marti and the two scottish lads played some windswept beach
football..most others just did nothing but read books. On this morning came a very funny site. All we could see the whole morning was loads of girls and boys wondering of into the woods...spade
in
one hand, bog roll in the other. This was even funnier when they returned...because it was funny to see their delightful faces after having a turn out. After everyone of them came back marti
would
say "ooo pleased are we...nice turn out was it?" or something along those lines.
Of course, me and marti wernt exactly different...and i suppose when you need to go, you need to go ay...
We didnt bother with a shovel however, and tried to hide the bog roll. You don't understand how long we took to find each of us a secure place to drop the kids of, but eventually we found a couple
of
secluded areas, and bombs away!!
The ordeal wasnt over however; we now had to get back to the camp without looking like we had blatently gone for a dump. We decided if it looked like we had been walking down the beach, it may
have
been okay. We picked our route back and sneaked through to the camp site unoticed, success :)
Once we were able to drive again, the first task was to get rid of all the rubbish accumilated from last night. We drove for quite a while to find a garbage dissposal, and still no luck. We were
all
getting very annoyed with mounds of bags full of rubbish spread on the floors of the 4wheeler, accross our legs erh!! Instead of wasting the day looking for a bin, we thought we would carry on
exploring the main sites. We had come to the walkway to lake Wabby. Me and Marti expected a short walk, like five minutes at the most to lake wabby. Yet it was more like a 45 minute walk through
the
endless woods, once we had reach lake wabby we were all looking forward to dipping in and cooling down. To make matters better, there was a massive sand dune right next to the lake, and had a
very
steep slope, going up very high, and if you could be bothered to climb to the top (and be huffing like darth vadar) it was possible to run down and jump into the lake, which was a bit pooey green
looking. The fact it was this colour didnt help the thought of possible crocodiles present? Maybe it was this colour from all the people craping themselves at the thought of
crocs?..anyways we played some ball in the lake, had a great time, and decided we would have to leave to give us time to camp before dark, considering the stupidly long walk also.
Our group was becoming closer, and we were enjoying the company...Good Times. Although Bee was getting more and more annoying to me and marti anyways...Bad Times.
We had finally found a place for our foul rubbish, people have never been so happy to find a rubbish bin. We then set up camp for our second and last night...And surprisingly we had been
re-united
with all our other groups, The four of us hadn't been together since the first day when we lost the last group. Me and Marti were eager to hear the low down on their where abouts...which was a
surprising story. They had broken down completey, then had to wait almost the whole day on the sandy one way woodland road for a replacement, which didnt come until the next day, so they were
transported to a hostel on the island, and then finally got their new 4 wheeler the next day, only to crash it on that day, lucky for them they didnt damage the car. And I thought the whole
rubbish
scenario was bad?
On this night our groups began the night separately cooking and drinking in our groups. Which was good, our group cooked a meal between us all, combining our pasta, vegetables and sources to make
a
serious feast! Then the banter began with the heavy drinking, and once the beer disappeared, we brought out the GOON! Me and marti found it amazing how quickly it got to us...this goon is deadly
in
the wrong hands. You dont need much to get you slaughtered.
Once most of our group had gone to bed (Germans and Finish) we joined James group (the hat game people) and the sweedish girls for a bit of drinking and any more of their fake games....Not long
after
it began to rain, and we had found oursleves in the sweedish girls tent, talking for a while until we were all kicked out. The rest of the night was spent with another group where they were
basically
singing different songs, which we had joined in on, drank some more, and the rest of the night faded away in our memories. All I can personally remember was sitting in the front seat of our 4
wheeler, and marti in the back laying down.
When morning came, we had realised how drunk we were from our hangovers (especially mine). Now then, I will tell you this people, but i cant actually believe it myself. Marti told me in the
morning
he cleaned up what looked like sick from the front seat, but i couldnt remember me being sick at all? conclusion: I was sick in my sleep, but it took me a while to accept
it?
This day we ventured out to lake McKenzie. This lake was much easier to get to, in terms of walking, the colour of its sand and water was dream like. Definately much more reasuring than lake
wabby's
colour. At least we could see a croc coming here...We chilled out, got over our hang overs and relaxed dudes. At lunch time, we enjoyed a picnic on the benches, as a group, eating sandwiches (the
only thing left to have). tanya was a very strange girl, and one moment that had made us laugh that she did, was walking past a big lizzard type thing, she said "ahh hello Mr Lizzard, how are you
today" then she replied to herself "Oh im okay just walking around relaxing in the sun" The way it had happened was very funny. After finishing our Lunch, Yoanna decided we would need to leave
now,
in order to be ready for the ferry in a couple of hours. Half way through Yoanna stopped the car, and said this would be a good place for a group photo, and as each camera was set down on the
tree
bark, we endured many attempts at looking cool in our photos. Another atribute we enjoyed about tanya, was here 1-2-3 PICTURE before every photo she had taken on the trip. I supppose these are
all
'you have to be thier moments'. I must tell them to you anyways.
We reached the dock to depart, and chilled waiting for the time to pass. Me and marti messed about in the swimming pool of the hotel we waited at.
We got onto the ferry, all a tired out bunch, gave the 4 wheelers back, and settled back at the Hostel we started at. Our fraser tour (Legendary) was over, and was definaltely some of the best fun
we
had.
That night we pulled a cunning trick, by paying for one all you can eat pizza between the both of us, down on Martis name, and him transporting me endless slices of pizza until we were happy.
We
spoke to Daniel, serina and James mostly. This was a funny conversation that made me and marti laugh harder and harder. We were teaching funny words to each other in our two languages. I told
Daniel
to tell james he was a dirty Bell**d...if you can understand that. Then faye turned around and said "what are talking about?"
Daniel then said "Oh its okay, James is a dirty Bell**d"
We had laughed and laughed for a while, until we all retired to bed and awaited our next journey to Brisbane, but not before the stop of at rainbow beach.
The next day, we had to wait until the afternoon, for the OZ bus to arrive at Hervey bay. We spent the time with james faye and jo. At a beach cafe eating a basket of chips, We did some internet
business, and Horribly we had our Bread and peanut butter swiped from us!! This was ridiculous. It may have only been bread and PB....we were planning on eating some before leaving, and keeping
the
WHOLE LOAF for another time. Marti was furious, anger swelled inside him. He couldnt stand it. So he saw some beers in the fridge, a six pack..."theyl do for tonight" he said, and we carried the
six
pack with us to rainbow beach.
Rainbow beach wasnt anything too special, it was more like a stop off, before going to Brisbane. This night we spent with all that we had met through the Oz bus and had seen for a while, as
tomorrow,
would mean a big seperation. On this night we got merry and the banter contined from last night with Daniel, james and serina. Daniel introduced a game that ment every time you burped, everyone
must
do this thing with their hands on their heads. The last one gets a slap from everyone....Very funny (poor james though) he got the slap too many times.
This is where i leave....the count down to Christmas was coming, and of course new years. We have some brilliant tales to come my good readers. Keep interested, i promise the blogs get better
and
better.
Its a long time we have been away now and we love you all!!!! xxxx Love Love Love
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