Magnetic Island (June 6-8)

After recharging my batteries, shifting 'er back into neutral, catching some z's....whatever you want to call it I was ready to get out there and get back at it. Surely it would be easier on the partying now that I was away from all those tea sipping Brits right? Wrong! As soon as I stepped off the Greyhound I ran into a bunch of Guinness chugging Irish that I met on Fraser Island.



So.........here we go again!



We had almost been on the island for twenty whole minutes before we found a bar!



Still this island, located just east of Townsville, was very pretty and relaxing. There really wasn't much to do except soak in the sun, drive around in four by fours, play volleyball and chill out on the amazing beaches.



This is me being Hunter Thompson again.



With lack of a better idea, we decided to stroll out to the pier to see what the fishermen were up to. Fishing no doubt!



This is me being "artsy."



This is Alan using his therm-a-rest to keep his beer cold.



Well whadya know?



Honestly there's not that much else to write here, it was beautiful, the scenery was spectacular and we had a great time. The highlight of the trip had to be when Dave coerced two girls into the back of the 4 by 4 around midnight to help him drink a then unopened bottle of vodka with no mix. Will. Out.

Airlee Beach/Agnes Watter and 1770 (June 2-5)

Alright, alright!!! Are you happy?!? I'm updating the blog!!! Now you all have something to do at work besides your job!!! So the last night in Airlee Beach was my last night with the British crew that I was traveling with so they decided to throw me a little shing dig, which I thought was awfully nice of them! And wouldn't you know it but some of the crew from the BoomAAARRRRang even showed up to see me off! And guess what? Since they'd known I'd been away for awhile they decided to do it Canadian style and got the cook to make me up a tray of..........get ready for it........you better sit down...........



POUTINE!!! Sweet, succulent poutine!! It melted in my mouth......actually it melted my mouth. It's been so long since I've eaten my favorite food group that I burned the living hell out of my upper palette but it was awesome all the same!



And wouldn't you know it? That day I decided to join "pedophiles unite," also known as "facebook," and I got a message from a friend telling me that Mike Keagan was actually working in Airlee Beach. I had no way to contact him but guess who I ran into at the bar I was at? And on his last night before he left for home! Some parties were just meant to be. We celebrated by forming a train on the dance floor during "500 miles."



Practically everyone showed up to send me off which was really swell! They even bought me a hat that made me look like a homosexual Hunter Thompson and all signed it!



And of course who could forget the three lovely sisters from the United States? You might remember them from the Whitsunday Sailing tour!!



It got REALLY hot in one of the club's we were at so the Americans decided to say goodbye to me by stripping down and showing me their cans.



Then they got thirsty. Careful! You're spilling!



I REALLY hope their father sees this blog......maybe he's on facebook???



My friends the pervs.....

Anywho, after making sure that my liver was about to explode I decided to head back to Bundaberg to get work which was a complete disaster. I won't even bother going into it because it's just not that interesting a story. I decided I needed to get my head on straight so I headed up to the joining towns of Agnes Water and 1770 for a little R & R. This town is amazing and if you ever make it to Aus, don't miss this spot and the hostel called "Cool Bananas."



No sooner did I check into my hostel did I discover that you could rent scooters shaped like chopper motorcycles. After watching the movie "Easy Rider," the whole way through, drawing up a tattoo of a heart with the word "mom" and an arrow through it, dawning a pair of kick-ass aviators and a wife beater with a skull and cross bones I felt I was sufficiently prepared.



I am all that is man.



So bad ass.



This is a picture of my gang's bikes. We stopped to look at kangaroos but I didn't see any because I was too busy taking pictures of myself and looking bad ass.



Still so bad ass.



Soon we'll be moving into Canada. We're actually the ones who got rid of the Banditos but we're blaming it on the Hells Angels so that we can team up with Satan's Choice to get rid of them too.



Our ride ended with a spectacular sunset and beers and chips by the ocean. This picture isn't bad ass, but that's because you can't see me mugging and old lady as I'm taking it.

Whitsunday Sailing Trip (May 30th-June 1)

Whitsunday sailing trip, what a classic! This trip was the end of an era as it would be the last time I would be travelling with the boys and girls of Britain! We promised each other we'd do it up in style and luckily we had an amazing crew and the other people on board were up for a good time so we pulled anchor and away we went!





There were some initial worries about sea sickness so we all felt that the best way to overcome this was to adapt our minds to get used to the fact that our bodies would be rocking back and forth for the next 56 hours...





In other words beer o'clock came early. There were 28 people on board plus four crew members and the idea was to get as much sailing done as quickly as possible so we could get in a lot of suntanning and snorkeling.



Seemed like a good idea to me!



Our ship was called "Boomerang" and a fine vessel she was indeed!





Um.......yeah.......don't do that.



That night we were fortunate enough to see a beautiful sunset before we ate dinner and settled in for some good drinking games!

Some of us got into the drinking games more than others. I REALLY got into the pirate theme. What does a pirate score when he's playing golf? PAAARRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrr!!!!! What does he use to navigate? The STAAARRRRrrrrrrs!!!! Where does he go drinking? The BAAAARRRRrrrr!!!!!(Seriously, by the end of the trip no one liked me anymore.)



The next morning we were all up bright and early to cram in a full day of swimming, sailing, snorkeling, and sleeping.

We also made a stop at Whitsunday national park to nurse our hangovers on the beach.





I got bored pretty quickly so I started taking pictures of the local wildlife.



Look! This is known as a "Louise" a bird usually foreign to these lands!



Me loving me in the afternoon.





The afternoon was followed by another spectacular sunset!



So we decided to celebrate by throwing Alex in the ocean. Little did we know that those boats + the current move pretty quickely and we almost lost the poor guy!



I know it wasn't supposed to be funny but when the captain turned around to a bunch of wasated 20+ year olds and yelled out, "Any more of that shit and I'll turn this boat around!" I almost pissed myself laughing!



So after a few quarts of goon, a dozen beers or so the drinking games ended and the dance party started.

I am ashamed to say that I and my friends were just as misbehaved as my parents and their friends were on their sailing trip last year.





Look!! Boobies!!



Maybe we were a little worse than my parents. No more pictures! Some of us were not really as into the pirate theme as I was the next morning...



Oh c'mon we don't have that FAAARRRRrrrrr to go! Heh, heh. Still funny.





All in all an amazing adventure! The crew said it was the wildest group they've ever had in the history of the company so at least we left holding our heads high, knowing that we should feel proud that we accomplished something meaningful!