We journeyed from Tamworth to Hat Head to meet up with our friend Kate from Newcastle. A whole bunch of her family and friends were hiring some holiday homes and had invited us to visit them. Hat Head was quiet and secluded and it meant we could make an unnecessary amount of noise as we played games.
First up we played blood knuckle. A pleasant invention whereby you spin a coin on a table and take it in turns to touch the coin and keep it spinning. Should you knock the coin over (thus stop it spinning) then you must brace your knuckles on the table as someone fires the coin at them. First one to bleed loses! Barbaric, sure! But strangely satisfying.
Next we played Chinese whispers come pictionary. A hilarious game where by you begin by writing down any situation you can think of (eg. A robotic chicken eating pizza). Pass your stack of paper on to the next person who reads the description, puts it on the bottom of the stack and then draws the description. Pass your stack on to the next person who looks at the picture, puts it on the bottom of the stack and then writes down his depiction of the drawing. Keep this going and marvel at how ludicrously far from the starting point things become by the time you get your stack back.
So after being childish and silly fir a few hours we all went for a late night swim in the creek (which has been known to have bull sharks in the water). Sadly we didn't get to see any sharks, so we returned to shower and go to bed.
The next day was pretty chilled out. We BBQ'd before heading out to a pub quiz. We did abysmally (mainly due to the Australian based questions) but had fun all the same. Next morning it was time to pack up and head to Newcastle to try and sell our wreck of a car (if it made it there).
After a couple of days spent trailing round what seemed every garage in Newcastle we began feeling very sorry for our trusty commodore. Sure it had let us down in the past but it had got us back to Sydney, providing us with some memorable times in the process - but nobody wanted it! The best offer we received was $100. The only good thing to come from our ventures was finding a music shop where I bought a harmonica. In the end despite them saying they weren't interested, we went back to the dealer we brought it from and I finally managed to persuade him to buy it back off us for $1000. The best result since the final Ashes score!
All of a sudden our time in Australia was drawing to a close. We were on the train to Sydney and booked on a flight out the next day!