One crazy Oz Experience organised stop at a Cattle Station a little way away from the East Coast and into the Outback.
Learnt to fire a shotgun in all the wrong directions. Lucy, however, was a complete pro and managed to hit four out of five of our targets! I won't be arguing with her over the grocery shopping ever again. Also had the opportunity to jump on some poor goat and milk it for dear life, which I politely declined. I don't think the goat was having too much fun. After a few drinks I cast my dignity aside and approached the mechanical bull. I was the only person who couldn't actually get onto the bull until some assistance arrived from the ranch hand whose crazy job it is to operate a mechanical bull every night. I think I provided the group with some good post-dinner entertainment. I lasted a mere three seconds before being catapulted off the front of the bucking beast into a quivering heap on the floor. A great success.
A slightly surreal night, really! It was pretty cool to get into Outback Country, though; not a beach in sight!