Day 94 (Thursday 18th January 2007)

Back down the beach for some more snorkelling. The surf was getting rougher and there wasn't a whole lot to be seen out there. "Wardy", the clumsy Welsh twat, even managed to lose Sarah's snorkel in the waves!

Then began a strange sequence of events, which we thought at the time, just had to be some crazy dream...

First Marc gets pulled on the world's shortest journey (trust us you could have rolled the car there) for no seatbelt (gotta' hate the New South Wales Police Department)! After getting slapped a nice $231 fine (that's harsh), we drove back down to the campsite.

Our stay at the site had ended, but Jay still had the key to the showers/toilets so we sneaked our way in to use them before heading off down the beach somewhere to camp illegally for the night.

First we had to dodge that copper who had now reappeared at the campsite trying to no doubt pin an address on us as he knew as well as we did...they'd never see a penny of it! Then the boys had to smuggle Sarah into the gents as they only had the key to theirs. That was dodgy because everytime they nearly had her in there, some bloke kept coming out of his caravan with a parrot on his shoulder...things were just getting really trippy now!

It got weirder still...earlier that night Jay, who just loves pure randomness, picked up a hitchhiker in a Hawian shirt. It just so turned out that he rented a house down the road, with easy access to the beach.

Before we knew it we were piling up at his driveway and with our camping gear on our backs, we were sneaking off into the forest behind his house insearch of the beach. Now he told Jay that he had access to the beach. He also told him that it was a lovely walk. But what he failed to mention was the distance that we would have to walk.

After a good 15-minutes, now pitch black and tripping over cane toads as we went, we were exhausted, a little lost and nowhere near finding the beach. Jay thought he'd run off in front to see what was up ahead and reappeared what seemed like an eternity later to tell us what we already knew...the beach was miles away!

We turned back around and found another track. We thought this was it...it led us straight to a river! "Wardy", the big tough guy from Swansea, then went running off screaming, and with our torch, just because he heard a splash!

It was getting rediculous now and we were proper 'Hank Marvin' and after all that walking we ended up just collapsing at some big sand dune we'd passed long before, a short walk from the cars. Sarah got the food going on the gas stoves, Marc and "Wardy" whacked up the tents and Jay, aiming to be the next Ewan Thomas, ran back to the car (by cigarette lighter light) to get the deck of cards and some fire wood.

He returned about 30-minutes later looking like some sort of lumberjack, dragging a whole dead gum tree over his shoulder. Tucker joined us for some tucka, before ripping the tree to shreds and starting a nice big campfire.

"Wardy" meanwhile was struggling with his kilo of chicken which he'd made such a fuss about in Woolworths (superstore remember) earlier that day, picking out a ticket in the deli and making us wait for ages and the next thing you know a gigantic praying mantis strolls up along the dunes and terrorises our campsite!

No one could play cards (remember that deck Jay had ran back for previously), because Sarah, who even got up to check her chair, was sitting on them all night!!

As we watched shooting star after shooting star in the night sky, tired from way too much excitement for one day, we began to nod off. What a day. There we all were, tents up, campfire roaring, beers in the 'esky' and the sign opposite the dunes reading...NO CAMPING, NO FIRES AND NO ALCOHOL...whooooops!!!!!!

PS 'Princess KT' that long email's coming soon hun...!