Thank you very much for tuning into the next episode of the long way round. In this episode, the dangerous duo ventured to Fraser Island, the biggest sand island in the world which is just off the Queensland coast and you have to jump on a ferry in Hervey Bay to get there. Now, as there is more sand here than in the Sahara Desert, you can't exactly drive Lloyd's old Pug 106 on these sandy tracks. 4X4 time!!!! WOOP WOOP!

11 strangers were thrown in together, we didnt know each other's background or anything. stranded on a sand island for three days. Kind of like a mini-lost episode. I immediately shotgunned the part of Sawyer because apparently i'm a pretty boy. dunno where that came from! Anyway our team consisted of 2 Welsh, 2 Germans, 1 Irish, 1 Dutch and 5 English. I volunteered to take the wheel at first just to see what the fuss is all about and I really enjoyed myself. Awesome. all you Big kids out there would love 4x4 driving!! So I drove onto the island and then Lloyd, my partner in cime took over after about half an hour of pelting it on the sand and not getting stuck FYI! Lloyd took over and drove us to a freshwater lake called Lake Mackenzie. Absolutely gorgeous place. no words to describe it to be honest as you will see when i eventually get my sodding pics up on here! Nutkins and Koala thought it might be a good idea to start cracking the beers open there and then.might as well cos everyone else wanted to drive, so why not?!

After the Lake, we made our way onto the East Side of the island to set up camp. That night we BBQ'd it on Fraser, played drinking games that our fellow Gaelic brother Ross didnt get at all and got bitten to S-H-I-T by horseflies. Biggest ones I have seen, they loved Lloyd. He was furious!! Now something I have forgetten to mention was the fact that you cannot swim in the seas around Fraser because you will die. you will either get swept away by strong Rip tides, eaten by Tiger Sharks which are in season, stung by Rays or get stung by the Notorious Box Jellyfish, which is also in Peak season. Now if you get stung by one of those Mofo's you have 30 minutes or the venom starts to attack your nervous system and as they say back home "Good night Irene." so when the morning came, there was nowhere to wash and you might as well have slept on the beach. Sand was everywhere. Tent, Boxers, Bag, Boardies, Food, everywhere! And the sand is the finest I have ever seen - as fine as if you held a palm full of salt. Gorgeous.

That morning we had to wait for the tide to go out before we could start to drive on the beach again. by this time, the Germans in the camp, a brother/sister combo called Ina and Jan. I know this will be cruel, but they speak english so well with the strongest German accent ever. Ina would pipe up with random things such as "Ven are ve going to make a move to shtart ze day? Ve haff somuch to do today, Ve need to shtart qvuickly Ya?" Lloyd just bit his lip and said nothing as the same frauline pestered him the night before about Ze BBQ.

We patiently waited an hour or two for the tide to recede before making a start to our day! Myself, Lloydy, Chris, Jan, Ina, Hannah, Tracy, Louisa, Sinead Chantal and Ross decided to head up to the northern most point we are permitted to take any vehicle. Indian Heads was our desination in our little sat nav - MurfMurf. Indian Heads was around a two hour drive up the beach so a few of the group had the opportunity to take the wheel, the rest of us - Chris, Koala and Nutkins just sat back and got on the Tooheys. Indian Heads is an Aboriginal sacred ground and is a very good place on the island to spot Tiger Sharks and StingRays in the ocean. Quality place. on the way back down the beach we had an opportunity to wash in a freshwater creek called Eli Creek. Another sight of Frasers east beach is an ocean liner shipwreck on the beach that washed up in 1935. another good sight!!! later that arvo, we set up camp and sat down to a sandy spag bol!

The girls of the group decided that this would be appropriate for some girly chat so they basically told the boys to go down the beach with some beers and to return in an hour or so. fair enough, bit cheeky if you ask me but nevermind. just before we were off down to the beach a puppy dingo decided to infiltrate the camp in search for some spag leftovers. not happening! we chased it off with a shovel and throwing flip flops at it! perfect opportunity now to go on dingo patrol, and as lloyd and i are at one with nature, we led the expo! we patroled the beach for the wild dog but only found the one that came to the camp. disappointed but we were then entertained by Jan and his stories of his german army national service. VEALLY GOOD JAH?! around two hours later we decided to head back to camp, must've been about 930 pm, we got back to the camp to find the girls in the 4x4 shouting at a dingo who was helping itself to our boiled sweets. Was hilarious to hear some of the excuses why they couldnt scare the puppy away and had to tell everyone the next day about the dingo story!

the next day we decided to go back to Lake Mackenzie for a wash and broke the clutch on our 4x4! the noise was awful! dont know how we got our $660 dollar bond back though!!!