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Good day fellow readers, please enjoy this installment...another interesting adventure :)
Morning of our leave in Airle beach, and marti had already found a pleasant way to start our next adventure. I had barely woken up, and all that echoed through the silent dorm of 8!! people were huge, loud, deep blow offs. It didnt stop at a few either, they kept coming like a true hoskins, he made sure he would fart, then quickly shut the bathroom door, making it appear as if it were me...and all the people stir in there beds, lurked around and stared at me with a erhhh look. Ok this is Marti now typing as I am checking through the blog before saving it to the site therefore I can edit or add what I feel the truth is!! What matt failed to mention is that he wanted to join in with the blow-offs and so as we were on our way out, he failed to exit after me.. instead returning to some poor guy sleeping and attempted to fart on his head! however i found the need to shout "hi im matt, im gonna fart on your head" so he was forced to scamper away. So we arrived at the meeting point for our next Oz bus trip down the east coast....And wern't we lucky lucky people, as we had no other than the wonderful Frat as our driver for this long halled trip! Frat was already known as a wicked driver, but we didn't expect the impact he would make. Very chilled out, funny, cool, and basically a living legend. As we hopped on board the bus, one or two faces seemed familiar, yet apart from that there were a new brand of people we would get to know. First off, in the morning frat allowed us to chill out and catch up on some ZZZ's so he muted the music, and silence was among the bus. Suddenly, with a gloriously cheerful vibe, Frat awoke us with he warming voice. After playing some tunes, he started telling us some interesting stories concerning the history of australia, how Captain james cook, founded New Zealand and Austarlia including the whitsundays, having been asked by the king himselves...back in 1770. Frat told us the tales of The great captain cook, and his adventures in discovering and naming the east coast (stuff we can fill you all in on when we get back). What I find weird is that some ozzies dislike english, yet they all love captain cook (english founder)...and we have been called the term pomie more and more at the moment. (ozzy term for english as scum). So after the stories, the great frat informed us we would be taking a 45minute break on our way down to kroombit, to playing, what he refered to as the most dangerous sport in the world. Talk about the bus was getting fearful, people coming up with alsorts of ideas...scaring themselves. Just before we had approached this dangerous sport, he finally told us what we would be doing. The most dangerous sport he refered to was 'lawn bowling'. He backed up his comment that lawn bowling sees the most deaths and heart attacks than any other sport (obviously due to elderly people playing) so he thought he was being funny basically.
So yes, we enjoyed a good game of lawn bowling. playing in groups of 5 and mixed teams. In martis group, he told me he had won 2/3..but this was default as each time laura had hit martis ball closest to the jack on her last attempt, and myself, i won 2/3 purely on skill :). Wierdly, we enjoyed ourselves, but dont worry we survived this exteme sport.
Afterward, we carried on our journey to Kroombit. Just to let you all know, Kroombit was a compulsary stop in the Oz experience, as it is such a long way from Airlie beach to Hervey bay (where we depart for our fraser island trip) the Oz bus all stays at a very remote country farm ranch. Just as we had left to get to kroombit, the bus had started to lose speed, and frat pulled the bus over, he seemed very stressed and informed us we would have to stop where we were (at a service station sort of place) whilst we awaited for the bus to be fixed. To conclude, 'yes' we had broken down...it was only a matter of time for this to happen on our travels. "oh no!!" i hear you all cry, but it actually was a good little stop, and worked out for the better. You see, whenever the Oz bus feel they do something wrong in their service..they are generous. Also frat is a legend so that helped.
Some lads from plymouth had a rugby ball, and we started playing in a circle, passing the ball between, a swiss girl, a man and woman from germany, and james. We started to get to know everyone more and more. The girls (rosie, katie and issie) not from essex by the way, they are from kent (mistake from last blog) they were also on this bus, which included james, as i had said, and the boy and girl from switzerland (daniel and serina). also cool big sis suz, and andy the chelsea supporter.
A couple of hours went by, and we were told by frat that, the bus was finally ready to move again!! yay! even better, frat annouced the Oz bus were to pay for our evening meals and one free drink each (alcohol) at a place just before the hostel, where the oz bus used to stop. A lovely place, and the owners were a pleasant old couple who missed the oz bus stopping at their place. The party started to raise now, as we had discount on our stay at the hostel (ten dollars) due to no evening meal there. Frat had brought two large crates of beer to share around the bus, and people were starting to get slighlt merry, then the drinking games began... the game 'I never' was one that amused all, its a great way to get to know people :). The more we drove, the more we drunk..and in the blackness of the ausie farm land, frat decided that he would take a shortcut he knew as a child, as he had grown up in Kroombit. Somehow he managed to drag the beastly oz bus through this shortcut, in amongst the wondering cows. It is also important to note frats fetish for cows, frat moo he was called, for his love of the cow. He stopped by some few cows and shouted down the microphone.."crickey; look at that sexy beast, shes gorgeous ay!" strange i know, but he was still a leg-end.
Finally we arrived at the very remote cattle station. Some poor fellow had to wait up in order to greet us and simulate the mechanical bull ride, thats right..an actual bull ride that spins and whatever, giggles were certain to come. After one more beer down the pipe, we sat and watched each one of us look hilariously ridiculous. Frat of course showed us first how it was done, and lasted the complete duration without fault. Now then, the average duration between the rest of us was probably about 9 secs i would say. Some were pathetic and lasted one or two seconds. All the males reading this blog, i shall let you on some advice for if any of you ever do such an activity. If you wish to keep your testicles in tact, position yourself very carefully between the rope you hold onto, and sit close as you can to the rope, especially at the start, otherwise you will feel the pain i felt, and i only lasted a feeble 4 or 5 secs. Mr Marti Lee however, remained on the bull for a much longer duration, i would say roughly 15 secs, maybe more if anything. A good performance, and unlike me he can have children, although i think my mum has enough grandchildren as it is, so its not all bad.
There were some really funny rides that night, and by the time everyone was done, we all retired to our beds, yet the night didnt end there....
Even after tucking ourselves in the dorms, we realised, all the dorms were connected in one building, with poxy wood seperation, and it was possible to creek you heads round the big gap in the top, if you were on top bunk and next to the wall, like me. People were speaking all along the dorms, and the banter continued until late in the night...again, giggles were present.
The next morning was an early start at 6am :( in order to check out and catch breakfast. After breakfast, there were some of us who had to kill time, as some were riding horses...and paying $40 for it haha idiots. One thing i have never done that early in the day was play an enthusiastic game of vollyball, three on three. It was Andy, and the german duo, against me, marti and our new friend to be..faye. The germans were surprisingly funny, and me and marti suspected the guy to be gay possibly? faye made a poor performance bless her...but a good game which did pass the time. Soon after we were all rounded up and taken to the arena of the goat rodeo, and clay pigeon shooting. First on the agenda was the shooting. Marti was very keen, i just thought i might end up shooting something or someone other than the clay. So marti was one of the first to step up to the mark, and they say its all about practice with these sort of things, but marti shot 4/5, shooting that his grampy would be proud of im sure. I only managed 3/5 but in my defence, andy was pulling the clays, and he was doing it all wrong; they kept coming out all wrong :(...i would like to mention by the way that by this time it was getting awfully sweaty out there. Marti has just informed me: "tell them about the goat rodeo..oooo and the noise it made"....so onto the rodeo. Its not every day you team up in threes to wrestle down a goat!! our team was me, mart and james..our name 'The s***-flickers' (as we had to roam around in goat s***) im not sure how or why i was nominated the one to chase after the goat and bring him back to the circle. Whilst mart and james wern't to move until i had him in the circle. I was happy with my hastly capture, yet martis turning over the goat onto its back needed some assistance, it looked as though he might break the goats leg. The awesome 's***flickers' came a respectful 2nd...id like to see any of you do better :). One very funny threesome group, failed to even get close to their goat - the three girls from kent..OMG it was such a funny site, three giggling girls tip tapping and skipping around trying to corner the goat. After a while they gave them more of a chance, and allowed all three of them out of the circle, still no success, but the rest of us enjoyed a good laugh. Now then, the cry of the goat. A very funny sound. its like someone being sick mixed with noise of a baa from a sheep, almost like a huge retch. seriously you cant help but laugh.
Once the goats were wrestled, and me and marti had squeezed in a second shower, we departed the fun filled cattle station, and off to hervey bay. Again frat pleased us all with his lively spirit and good information. He told two funny stories on the way, one where a young couple had had sex in a field at the kroombit stop, and had found a lovely spacious patch in the crops, little did they know it was an ants nest (mean ants aswell)...the girl was very ill :(, another story involving an oz bus driver who ran over a cat, and went outside to put it out of its misery, until he realised it was a diifferent cat..asleep, and the one he hit was dead under the bus haha....but apart from that the trip was chilled out, and another stay down the east coast was succesful :) wow..another pigish blog, sorry about the delays people, we are doing all we can to keep up. The great tales of our fraser island trip is next to come, so regular checks are needed to await the fraser blog arrival. And further more, you have still to hear about brisbane, surfers paradise and of course...the wicked byron bay. love love love xxxxx
Morning of our leave in Airle beach, and marti had already found a pleasant way to start our next adventure. I had barely woken up, and all that echoed through the silent dorm of 8!! people were huge, loud, deep blow offs. It didnt stop at a few either, they kept coming like a true hoskins, he made sure he would fart, then quickly shut the bathroom door, making it appear as if it were me...and all the people stir in there beds, lurked around and stared at me with a erhhh look. Ok this is Marti now typing as I am checking through the blog before saving it to the site therefore I can edit or add what I feel the truth is!! What matt failed to mention is that he wanted to join in with the blow-offs and so as we were on our way out, he failed to exit after me.. instead returning to some poor guy sleeping and attempted to fart on his head! however i found the need to shout "hi im matt, im gonna fart on your head" so he was forced to scamper away. So we arrived at the meeting point for our next Oz bus trip down the east coast....And wern't we lucky lucky people, as we had no other than the wonderful Frat as our driver for this long halled trip! Frat was already known as a wicked driver, but we didn't expect the impact he would make. Very chilled out, funny, cool, and basically a living legend. As we hopped on board the bus, one or two faces seemed familiar, yet apart from that there were a new brand of people we would get to know. First off, in the morning frat allowed us to chill out and catch up on some ZZZ's so he muted the music, and silence was among the bus. Suddenly, with a gloriously cheerful vibe, Frat awoke us with he warming voice. After playing some tunes, he started telling us some interesting stories concerning the history of australia, how Captain james cook, founded New Zealand and Austarlia including the whitsundays, having been asked by the king himselves...back in 1770. Frat told us the tales of The great captain cook, and his adventures in discovering and naming the east coast (stuff we can fill you all in on when we get back). What I find weird is that some ozzies dislike english, yet they all love captain cook (english founder)...and we have been called the term pomie more and more at the moment. (ozzy term for english as scum). So after the stories, the great frat informed us we would be taking a 45minute break on our way down to kroombit, to playing, what he refered to as the most dangerous sport in the world. Talk about the bus was getting fearful, people coming up with alsorts of ideas...scaring themselves. Just before we had approached this dangerous sport, he finally told us what we would be doing. The most dangerous sport he refered to was 'lawn bowling'. He backed up his comment that lawn bowling sees the most deaths and heart attacks than any other sport (obviously due to elderly people playing) so he thought he was being funny basically.
So yes, we enjoyed a good game of lawn bowling. playing in groups of 5 and mixed teams. In martis group, he told me he had won 2/3..but this was default as each time laura had hit martis ball closest to the jack on her last attempt, and myself, i won 2/3 purely on skill :). Wierdly, we enjoyed ourselves, but dont worry we survived this exteme sport.
Afterward, we carried on our journey to Kroombit. Just to let you all know, Kroombit was a compulsary stop in the Oz experience, as it is such a long way from Airlie beach to Hervey bay (where we depart for our fraser island trip) the Oz bus all stays at a very remote country farm ranch. Just as we had left to get to kroombit, the bus had started to lose speed, and frat pulled the bus over, he seemed very stressed and informed us we would have to stop where we were (at a service station sort of place) whilst we awaited for the bus to be fixed. To conclude, 'yes' we had broken down...it was only a matter of time for this to happen on our travels. "oh no!!" i hear you all cry, but it actually was a good little stop, and worked out for the better. You see, whenever the Oz bus feel they do something wrong in their service..they are generous. Also frat is a legend so that helped.
Some lads from plymouth had a rugby ball, and we started playing in a circle, passing the ball between, a swiss girl, a man and woman from germany, and james. We started to get to know everyone more and more. The girls (rosie, katie and issie) not from essex by the way, they are from kent (mistake from last blog) they were also on this bus, which included james, as i had said, and the boy and girl from switzerland (daniel and serina). also cool big sis suz, and andy the chelsea supporter.
A couple of hours went by, and we were told by frat that, the bus was finally ready to move again!! yay! even better, frat annouced the Oz bus were to pay for our evening meals and one free drink each (alcohol) at a place just before the hostel, where the oz bus used to stop. A lovely place, and the owners were a pleasant old couple who missed the oz bus stopping at their place. The party started to raise now, as we had discount on our stay at the hostel (ten dollars) due to no evening meal there. Frat had brought two large crates of beer to share around the bus, and people were starting to get slighlt merry, then the drinking games began... the game 'I never' was one that amused all, its a great way to get to know people :). The more we drove, the more we drunk..and in the blackness of the ausie farm land, frat decided that he would take a shortcut he knew as a child, as he had grown up in Kroombit. Somehow he managed to drag the beastly oz bus through this shortcut, in amongst the wondering cows. It is also important to note frats fetish for cows, frat moo he was called, for his love of the cow. He stopped by some few cows and shouted down the microphone.."crickey; look at that sexy beast, shes gorgeous ay!" strange i know, but he was still a leg-end.
Finally we arrived at the very remote cattle station. Some poor fellow had to wait up in order to greet us and simulate the mechanical bull ride, thats right..an actual bull ride that spins and whatever, giggles were certain to come. After one more beer down the pipe, we sat and watched each one of us look hilariously ridiculous. Frat of course showed us first how it was done, and lasted the complete duration without fault. Now then, the average duration between the rest of us was probably about 9 secs i would say. Some were pathetic and lasted one or two seconds. All the males reading this blog, i shall let you on some advice for if any of you ever do such an activity. If you wish to keep your testicles in tact, position yourself very carefully between the rope you hold onto, and sit close as you can to the rope, especially at the start, otherwise you will feel the pain i felt, and i only lasted a feeble 4 or 5 secs. Mr Marti Lee however, remained on the bull for a much longer duration, i would say roughly 15 secs, maybe more if anything. A good performance, and unlike me he can have children, although i think my mum has enough grandchildren as it is, so its not all bad.
There were some really funny rides that night, and by the time everyone was done, we all retired to our beds, yet the night didnt end there....
Even after tucking ourselves in the dorms, we realised, all the dorms were connected in one building, with poxy wood seperation, and it was possible to creek you heads round the big gap in the top, if you were on top bunk and next to the wall, like me. People were speaking all along the dorms, and the banter continued until late in the night...again, giggles were present.
The next morning was an early start at 6am :( in order to check out and catch breakfast. After breakfast, there were some of us who had to kill time, as some were riding horses...and paying $40 for it haha idiots. One thing i have never done that early in the day was play an enthusiastic game of vollyball, three on three. It was Andy, and the german duo, against me, marti and our new friend to be..faye. The germans were surprisingly funny, and me and marti suspected the guy to be gay possibly? faye made a poor performance bless her...but a good game which did pass the time. Soon after we were all rounded up and taken to the arena of the goat rodeo, and clay pigeon shooting. First on the agenda was the shooting. Marti was very keen, i just thought i might end up shooting something or someone other than the clay. So marti was one of the first to step up to the mark, and they say its all about practice with these sort of things, but marti shot 4/5, shooting that his grampy would be proud of im sure. I only managed 3/5 but in my defence, andy was pulling the clays, and he was doing it all wrong; they kept coming out all wrong :(...i would like to mention by the way that by this time it was getting awfully sweaty out there. Marti has just informed me: "tell them about the goat rodeo..oooo and the noise it made"....so onto the rodeo. Its not every day you team up in threes to wrestle down a goat!! our team was me, mart and james..our name 'The s***-flickers' (as we had to roam around in goat s***) im not sure how or why i was nominated the one to chase after the goat and bring him back to the circle. Whilst mart and james wern't to move until i had him in the circle. I was happy with my hastly capture, yet martis turning over the goat onto its back needed some assistance, it looked as though he might break the goats leg. The awesome 's***flickers' came a respectful 2nd...id like to see any of you do better :). One very funny threesome group, failed to even get close to their goat - the three girls from kent..OMG it was such a funny site, three giggling girls tip tapping and skipping around trying to corner the goat. After a while they gave them more of a chance, and allowed all three of them out of the circle, still no success, but the rest of us enjoyed a good laugh. Now then, the cry of the goat. A very funny sound. its like someone being sick mixed with noise of a baa from a sheep, almost like a huge retch. seriously you cant help but laugh.
Once the goats were wrestled, and me and marti had squeezed in a second shower, we departed the fun filled cattle station, and off to hervey bay. Again frat pleased us all with his lively spirit and good information. He told two funny stories on the way, one where a young couple had had sex in a field at the kroombit stop, and had found a lovely spacious patch in the crops, little did they know it was an ants nest (mean ants aswell)...the girl was very ill :(, another story involving an oz bus driver who ran over a cat, and went outside to put it out of its misery, until he realised it was a diifferent cat..asleep, and the one he hit was dead under the bus haha....but apart from that the trip was chilled out, and another stay down the east coast was succesful :) wow..another pigish blog, sorry about the delays people, we are doing all we can to keep up. The great tales of our fraser island trip is next to come, so regular checks are needed to await the fraser blog arrival. And further more, you have still to hear about brisbane, surfers paradise and of course...the wicked byron bay. love love love xxxxx
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