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Today our tour to Broome begins.

We had to be in the City by 6.30am to join the bus for the tour, so we thought an early night the night before would be a good idea. How wrong we were. No, not the bloody weather this time. It was the so-called Sunday Session and we had ring side seats. They say they start early and finish early on a Sunday, but what they mean is they finish early Monday morning. Our hostel bedroom was directly outside the beer garden to the loudest pub in Western Australia and we had to be the only people from our hostel not attending.

So we got up at 5am after 1 hours nap and went to check out and get our deposits back. Surprisingly the office was not open as they said it would be and it was still not by the time our bus arrived to take us to the city. We left all their crap on the door step and let them steal our $60 deposit!

Anyway, first day on tour and we're feeling excited and nervous. Lucky for us there was another couple on the tour about the same age travelling from Ireland, a guy from England and sisters from up North. Then there was a mix of Germans, Dutch and more Irish. Our tour started with a 2-hour drive, in which everyone on the bus slept rather than got to know one another, until we arrived at the Pinnacles.

The Pinnacles is possibly the most unexciting collection of what i believe to be rocks that all look like various sized and disfigured c*** . After walking around and admiring the giant manhood's we got back on the bus and back to sleep.

We drove for about an hour through so many different landscapes. It went from lush green, to tango coloured dust, to gold rock then to white sand dunes. We stopped at a beach with big sand dunes and had our first group lunch. After lunch we went sand boarding down one of the big sand dunes. Whilst there another Western Exposure group were using the dune. A group of Italian teenagers who were all disgustingly beautiful and incredibly loud. None of who could speak a word of English, making it hilarious to watch their poor tour guide. Me being the unbalanced and uncoordinated person i am decided to get straight up there, wax my board so it would go faster and start from the highest point possible. Guess what? I went so fast that not even a quater of the way down I lost my balance, fell off the board and rolled the next three quarters of the dune like tumbling clown. Daisy then decided to show me how to do it. She climbed to the top, sat on the board and off she went. It looked like she was going to show me up until, some how; she managed to get her leg stuck under the board. The board suddenly stopped and she went crashing face first into the sand in a big cloud of dust. Haha I felt a lot better!

That night we stayed in a converted house in strange in-bread fishing town called Horrocks. We had all pick up a load of beers and whilst one team cooked the others drank and got to know each other which is always easier after a beer. We all stayed in dorm rooms. This is the first time I've shared a room with lots of people since i was at school. Plus I know I snore like a fog horn.