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Nat and Beck Go Large!
We arrived in Airlie Beach at 6pm on friday after the huge journey from Mission Beach. A bloke from the hostel came to meet us in a little mini bus and informed us that we might not actually have a bed in the hostel cos loads of people had been double booked. We managed to keep our cool and make it to the hostel without headlocking him and found that we did actually have a bed. Bonus! Took us an hour to actually get into our room though 'cos there was a mob of angry backpackers in the reception baying for blood and beds. Honestly there's nothing scarrier than a gang of Germanians in flip flops shouting in unison and waving their sleeping bags like there's no tomorrow.
When we finally got into our room we had a quick shower and made a sharp exit to Kiras house. It was her Nana's 80th birthday party and the OAPs were in full swing by the time we got there. We ate their food and drank their booze like true scroungers and talked about England and the war with the nana's boyfriend until Kira's friend Tash came to pick us up. Originally we thought Kira was the fastest driver in the west - that was until we got into Daisy (Tash's van) and she started taking corners at about 65 million miles an hour. We arrived back in town in one piece and made haste to the Irish Bar to commence St Patrick's Day celebrations.
Unfortunately for us there were no hats left by the time we got out so had to 'borrow' some. Nat and Kira tried to 'borrow' a superb green top hat with eyes from some bloke but the Leprechaun in the corner saw them and made them give it back. Damn those crafty Leprechauns! We bounced around from pub to pub and generally got quite intoxicated. All was going well until we had a small incident with a group of nasty boys, one of them ended up with a pint of Guinness on his head and we decided to call it a night and have a pie. Ooops
On Saturday we didnt get up to too much. Met Kira for a bit in between her babysitting jobs, had a mince around (which didn't really take that long 'cos Airlie Beach consists of one road and a man made lagoon) and had an early night.
On Sunday we met up with the lovely Kira again and accidentally ended up drinking all day. Its not our fault - there' nothing else to do here! We met up with some of the boys from Sydney again, and made for the safety of a bar so as not to be caught in the cyclone that was heading towards the coast! It didn't actually hit Airlie beach in the end but it did get the place where we had been a few days before. To be honest we missed most of it cos we were asleep but we had to bring in the plastic chairs from by the windows and some people even taped theirs up. There were a few trees blown down and stuff but it was mainly ok. The major bummer is that there's another on the way and we can't do our sailing trip around the islands nor go diving on the Great Barrier Reef so we're not a bit happy about that! However the cyclones were called Larry and Wati which made us giggle quite a lot!
Monday was possibly the best hangover day ever! I went to Kira's house and lay on the sofa watching Pride and Prejudice, eating pasta and drinking juice until I felt human! Yay! Nat took her life in her hands and ventured to the boys cabin/motel/whatever. Apparently it holds the world record for most beds per cubic foot! It wasn't dirty but the mess was beyond compare. In the evening we decided it would be a good idea to get tickets to a foam party. Kira is allergic to the foam so Becky sat outside at first while Nat waded in head first with the boys. She emerged a short while later looking stunning with foam up to her knees (and on her head) and persuaded me to come in. Little did I know the sneaky cow had set a trap and I was bombarded the second I entered! However, due to the fact she'd mainly been smushing everyone in sight with foam, the boys soon took their revenge by putting her on her bum and generally dragging her around!
Len, the foam party virgin, soon got in the swing and caused Simon to throw up twice, Mike ran away like a tart, Steve was the driest man in the west, Gaz went home drunk and Lee got lost in the foam. Needless to say we then had to go and have a pie before going to bed.
Lots of love, Beck and Nat xxx
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