We got up 6am to head to an area called Monkey Mia. Here there is a beautiful beach resort at which every morning, three times a morning they feed a family of Dolphins. This is not as pleasant as i was expecting. Greatly because of the moronic general public, most of whom are foreign, do not listern to what they ar being told and push each other out the way as if they are fighting for the last space on the Titanics life rafts.

So Daisy, the Irish couple and myself left the group and went and sat on the beach to the side and watched the crowds pushing each other around like crazed Seagulls on the shoreline. We went for a swim in the area just in front of us, which at that time of the morning is ice cold. Whist splashing about two Dolphins, a mother and her baby, came over to say good morning to us. Daisy saw the two of them first and turned into a babbling mess. They gently swam around us for no more than a minute. The mother rolled onto her side directly in front of Daisy and myself to have a little look at us. At this point i was struggling not to put my hands out to touch her, then they were gone. That was a much better expeience than standing in line getting trampled on by over zealous Italian teenagers.

After this we had a 6 hour drive to Coral Bay. So our tour guide decided we should have a party bus which included games and copious amounts of beer. We played a game similar to the Cream Kracker Challange at home but with Weetabix. Down our line we each had to eat a dry weetabix in turn until we reached the end. As it started getting dark the road filled with suicidal Kangaroos. Every five minutes Randall would slam on the brakes or swerve. Unfortunatley one dosey Kangaroo jumped into the side of the truck. Randall and the Irish guys went back up the road to check if it was dead and discovered it was still breathing. The Kangaroo had to be put out of it's misery so Randall had to hit it in the back of the head with a crowbar. The problem was Randall in a softie, especially after meeting with Lynne the rescurer the night before, so everytime he went to hit the Kanagroo he shut his eyes and missed! Luckly this is where the irish stepped in and sorted the issue.

Once back on the coach the mood was a bit somber for about 30 minutes then the beer started again.

We arrived at Coral Bay about 9pm and went straight to the bar. Carried on till midnight when they threw us out and we decided to open the coach back up and have a karaoke. It was bloody cold outside and about 2am we called it quits.