Day 108 (Saturday 3rd February 2007)

We crawled out of our hole just in time for check-out and grabbed some brunch down by the esplanade. Once refuelled we checked out what the beach had to offer.

The water was pretty messy and there must have been little more than an inch of swimming water between the flags. Jay even got himself told off by a lifeguard for straying outside of the flags!

After lounging around for a few hours we took a spin up Mount Tamborine, which is a large rainforested mountain positioned directly west of Surfers and a short drive from Jay's dad's house. Unfortunately there's no camping on the mountain (not that it's stopped us before), so after much discussion we decided to camp up by the creepy hill round the back of Jay's dad's.

We admired the views of the Gold Coast one last time and headed to this scary place. We stuck the ute into 4WD, ignored the 'keep out' sign, removed the barbed wire fence, passed both the creepy run-down caravan (there's a bed inside and the door is locked) and the burnt out car and bumped our way up the dirt track to the top of the hill. Once there we found a little patch where we could throw up our tents.

We nipped back off to grab some tea and when we returned it was pitch black. The full moon was shining bright and by now it was seriously creepy. The dirt track was mysteriously revealing forks in the road and new turns that we'd never seen before. We were getting ourselves lost, driving down dead ends and a few times were forced to make 75-point turns in the woods.

At long last we found our spot and began trying to put our tents up in the dark. We got the camp chairs out and had a few drinks under the stars. 'Bush-Tucker' man Jay got the fire started and while the other two sat comfy in all their long clothes, Marc got eaten alive by the mozzies.

It wasn't long then before Marc was off to sleep, his matress of twigs, sticks and rocks awaiting. Jay re-lit the fire and him and Sarah carried on knocking back the drinks until well into the night.

When finally deciding to hit the sack, Jay had a quick tidy and locked up the ute...good one mate - take the keys out next time!! Luckily for us he's a born and bred Swansea boy, so with the aid of a tent peg, a few twigs and Sarah holding up a lantern, he had broken his way in and retrieved the keys...never park your car in Swansea!!!!