Day 1- So after reception told us that no one goes down to breakfast, we were horrified at 8am that all the coco pops had gone! What sods!So we had to settle for rice chrispies...mmmmm! NOT! So then we thought that as we were up so early, we'd make the most of our full day at Airlie beach, so we went on a hike round to see the sights...this consisted of seeing some boats, a fishing shop, walking past a construction site followed by hiking up a hill past a dead snake-yummy! Grandma Laura then requested a sit down on the bench to admire the view. (and rest my weiry legs toooo) On the way back to the hostel we went into some surfer dude shops in the hunt for some cool surfer shorts for Laura, as Scott must have thought she was unfashionable or something. Unfortnatly they were $50 which equates to 3 nights in a hostel, so we decided a bed would be more important and Laura would continue to not look like a surfer chick! We have decided to become proper travellers now and save money as we have already spent our budget for oz, so we ditched the cheap eating out abd replaced it with even cheaper pasta and sauce eat in dinner and ham sandwiches for lunch. Because of such significant cutting down, we rewarded ourselves with a packet of tim tams (like penguins) which were more expensive than the rest of our dinner, but hey hum they are important! Once we bought our dinner, we spent the afternoon at the lagoon chilling and watching rowing races around the beach. Thank goodness Scott went for a swim, his shorts smelt worse than terrible , so we hoped the chlorine would make them smell better! If not he was at serious risk of losing a travelling partner! After we cooked our tuna pasta dinner- yummy it was we went for a wander and bought a mcflurry each m&m flavour-tasted goooood. (There is no theme arising with chocolate at all- we are healthy!) After watching part of home alone, which looked like a gooood film (never seen it myself but Scotts in love with it...) we then went down to the bar for a drink. Because the reception took a $40 key deposit, me and Scott were left cashless...so we shared a tiny eeny weeny vodka and lemonade which I thought tasted lots like vodka and Scott only taste lemonade...we then had to listen to a live singer who murdered one of Robbie Williams songs- I was considering sitting there with my fingers in my ears! We sat with two german girls (really nice aswell so we didn't mention the war again or our 5-1 win over Germany a few years ago!) and I tried out my German line on them...das ist wunderbar. (from this years apprentice) They found it rather entertaining- one phrase pony however. After our lovely shared drink which was finished in a mouthful...we then headed to bed!
Day 2- So after getting rudely awoken by a drunk northerner at 3am who had a loud convo with her friend...she kindly woke us up again at 6.30am. She thought reception was going to be shut when she was going to leave so talked about it for a good 10mins...well it was probably for only a minute but when you get woken up, it seemed so much longer! So I told her with my eyes still shut when it opened. She looked rather stunned I spoke, I just wanted to thump her! Having been awoken now we decided to get down to breakfast early so the coco pops didn't run out, wahoo! We then walked to the Hogsbreath cafe- real funny name for a cafe- we certainly hoped we didn't have hogsbreath despite not having time to brush our teeth before we went! Once at the harbour all 14 of us got on a maxi sailing boat which has won three races from Sydney to Hobart, so at least we knew it was kinda safe...well apart from all the booms which you had to avoid so you didn't get knocked out. When there was enough wind we sailed for a bit, which was soooo peaceful and relaxing...well relaxing until me and Scott were asked to help mast the sail which was hard to grip as we had suncream all over our hands...still a good workout on the arms though. (not used to that now) Two and a half hours later we arrived at Whitehaven beach which had white sand and looked like paradise on a picture postcard even though the cyclone had brought in some rubble and stolen a layer of sand. We got given some real sexy stinger suits incase we went in the sea and were told to leave all our footwear on the boat. After lunch and Scotts four lunches, we gotinto a bit of a hot and prickly situation when we went on a walk to the lookout point as we had to walk up a bshy rubbly path onto hot rocks with bare feet! I think after this little 30min hike we should have been granted bogan status. At the top we ran on the hot rock to the viewpoint, turned around, smiled happy faces for a pic and then run back to the shady part of the rock...we could have easily had 3rd degree burns on our feet! Unfortunatly when we got back down to the ebach there wasn't enough time to put on our sexy stinger suits and go for a swim- dam! Back on the boat we sat at the back in the shade as Scott had had too much sun for one day , and we had cheese and dip. I was rather disappointed to see the cheese get finished after 3 rounds, the guy on board seemed utterly disappointed that I didn't fancy the healthier option of raw carrot and celery with dip...can you blame me though come on! After dragging Scott off the sailing boat back at Airlie beach, we then went back to our hostel for ane exciting dinner of spaghetti hoops on toast- I am going off anything pasta like slowly but surely...no wonder we like ice cream and tim tams so much...we saved a whole packet of tim tams fir the coach journey as we had a joyful 14hour+ trip to Rainbow beach. We had a quirky bus driver pick us up from the bus station, who started off the night saying "put your seat belts n, they are there for your safety and so your not intimate with the chair infront". Well it made us chuckle anyway. He then followed it up with "if you hear a bump don't worry it will only be a kangaroo or a tourist" haha he said he wasn't fussy which on he hit. On the bus, me and Scott thought we would be polite and sit together incase other people got on during the night. Well it seemed that we were the only considerate people on the entire bus as everyone else had 2 seats to themselves. By 2am we were chlostraphobic and with our lack of sleep we blamed it on the broken gear and the swearing driver. (it took him about 2-4 attempts to get it in gear EVERYTIME he changed gear and then he swore about it) So I just pretty much everytime as the noise was rather loud! At 2am Scott then moved seats so we got 2 seats each- wahooooo!...finally comfortable we spent the rest of the night shivering as the driver had the air con on full blast. We then had a loo stop in the middle of nowehere at 2.45am where in that time we were pretty much attacked by mozzies.