After Cairns it was down to the whitsundays where sailing was on the cards with our new travelling companions Chris, Tom, Simon and Ian. The sailing trip was amazing and the whitsundays are a beautiful place although i felt sea sick during most of the sailing (i really shouldn't be a diver). I got to do another free dive here but being brilliantly organised i had left my licence at the hostel so after several diving questions and proving i could put a rig together they decided to let me dive. The dive here was brilliant as we swam through what is basically underwater valleys of reefs although there were less fish here. Another tale from the sea and slightly more disgusting involves funnily enough a guy that also comes from Cambridge that was on our boat (although we now have no association with the chap after THE INCIDENT). Basically it was the first night on the boat everyone is enjoying a few beverages (apart from me as i'm feeling like death) some more responsibly than other. The Cambridge lad enters the toilet and is in there for a good while, eventually everyone starts shouting for him to come up as they're worried he's unconcious plus there is only one toilet. He stumbles out with excrement all over his t-shirt and there is a giant turd placed on the floor of the only toilet. The standing theory is he fell off the toilet somehow, shat on the floor and then tried to pick it up and put it back into the toilet, unfortunately failing in his mission getting it all over his t-shirt. Being far too drunk he is sent to bed to sleep it off whilst one of the crew has to clean the toilet. The story doesn't end there..... As i lie in my bed contemplating life and in particular why was i on a boat, why! The cambridge lad stumbles through the cabin from his bed (after it was finally located - he didn't know where it was). I figure there can only be one reason for this, he needs to relieve himself however he doesn't go up the stairs to where the toilet is located he walks past them and out of my sight. Feeling no particular desire to interfere with a guy covered in his own excrement i just continue to lie on my bed. The next thing i here is ****** stop pissing on the floor. Yes in one extrodinary night he had managed to piss and s*** on the floor on seperate occasions. In Airlie beach which is the launch pad for the whitsundays we stayed in dorms with our companions and we also met 2 more english girls staying in our room one of whom was from Harrow and it turns out she used to go out with me ex-uni housemate john, she had in fact been to my house at Uni during my third year when i wasn't there. I also ran into one of my mates who i played football with at Uni in our hostel. Small world (made me look popular). Our time in the evenings was spent playing drinking games and falling asleep before we could make it out apart from one night when we actually made it to a club followed by a McD's 3am snack. We also took up darts and became locals at one of the pubs (it took us 3 days to become locals). We also found time for much swimming in the lagoon (in particular underwater handstands and after also finding a 5cents coin on the bottom throwing that in and racing to find it - yes, i know we are probably the coolest people on the planet). There was also time for a lovely BBQ by the lagoon. All in all a top place!