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?20/4/07-1/5/07 (Whitsundays - Rollingstones)
G,Day everyone,
After our Fraiser island tour we headed up to Airlie Beach too start our tour sailing around the Whitsunday Islands on a yacht, this yacht a few years ago had come third in the round the world yacht race. The whitsundays are absolutely beautiful and have the best beach I have ever seen, the sand was so fine you could use it to rub scratches out of your watch (see pics). Unfortunately James did not see the beach, nor the stunning scenary as he had drank too much on are first night onboard so spent his time in the bushes.......... vomiting (See pics), he did how ever enjoy the sailing on this lovely racing yacht.
When we got back from the Whitsundays we met back up with our new friends who we had met on Fraiser Island, Lisa the Jersey bean and Dave the Scouser. Together we all headed up the coast to a place called 1770, now your are all probably wondering has Danielle made another dodgey spelling mistake, we'll no; this area is called 1770 because this was when Captain Cook first discovered the place, it was beautiful.
The plan for 1770 was to hire out a boat, four fishing rods and catch our tea for that night; it's hard work this travelling malarkey. We hired our own boat got some bait and we were off. Soon into our fishing expedition James felt a tug on his rod, being patient so he did not scare the fish off he waited so he knew it was hooked, then suddenly the line was getting pulled all over the boat, the boat was rocking, we thought Jaws was on the end of the line. Slowly we pulled it in and were supprised when we discoverd a smaller version of Steve Irwins mate, yes a stingray. This happened on a further two occasions, so as you's probably guessed no tea for us that night. The catch of the day was 3 stingrays and a puffer fish which can also sting you, dodgey past time fishing in Oz. We all got back to shore in tact, minus our tea but had a great day.
Next day we headed up to Cape Hillsborough which is a National park, it was in the middle of nowwhere out in the bush, but the campsite was was lovely. Some of the campsites out here are as good as 4 star resorts in spain, portugal etc, if not better. In the night we made a little campfire, sitting having a bevy when a possome decided he wanted to sit around the fire with us, needless to say we all sh*t ourselves at the site of this unknown creature and hastily retired to bed were we remained untill first light, no one had the bottle to even get up and chance going to the loo in the darkness. In the morning we were supprised to see the possoms han now been replaced by kangaroo's who were all around us, this place was great.
The following day we got back in the Ute and headed to a place called Rolling stone but on the way we passed what looked like a real aussie pub and could not resist stopping for a scooner (glass of beer). As we walked in every person in the place turned around to look at the four aliens that had just entered. there was a stuffed croc above the door and too top it off every one was named "sheila or bruce" only joking on the names but this was a real aussie boozer, It was great, to top it all off a man standing next to us at the bar asked us were we where from and we all told him, he only turned out to be from the Dingle, he had been out here over 30 years but still had a touch of the accent, its a small world.
When we got up to Rolling stones we were glad to see sighns for "paradise water hole" which a few of the locals had recommended was good for a dip to cool off and most importantly ''Crock Free.'' At the hole the water was crystal clear and there was loads of big rocks, so yes the four of us got back to our younger days and had a ball diving and jumping off, Woo!!!
Later that night we went for a meal at the local pub/hotel, "the Rolling Stone" as we were leaving we decided to take a photo with the name of the bar in the shot, a group of locals where sitting at a table outside all with beards looking like they were just having a quick one before heading off to a "ZZ TOP" convention, after hearing our voices one asked "where you felas from" 'Liverpool we replied' it only turns out his mum was from Bootle and his Dad from Scotland road,
it really is a small world.
James&Danielle
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