Sunday we woke up to the vision of the German girl in a nearby bunk hoping off every so often to rush outside and be sick in the bin outside the door. Sarah soon realised that she had been more drunk than she thought - no recollection of getting back to the room (Laura literately carried her), or of chucking Laura's stuff off her bed and Laura yelling at her, but somehow she managed to scramble up to the top bunk!?! Sarah also later found out, from Alex (one of the guys who donned a dress for the Aussie Day night out), that she had fallen off a table in Cheeky Monkeys! You'd think she'd remember something like that! Luckily no scars or bruises.

We spent the day lazing around the pool to try and rid us of our hangover! Crisps actually helped! We even made a couple of trips into the cute town and down to the beach for a refreshing lemon calypo.

In the evening we freshened up and headed back over to Cheeky Monkeys for a free entree size meal of Thai potato and pumpkin curry and watched the tennis, with no attempts of hair-of-the-dog! We then wondered back over to the holiday village to watch the last of the tennis (gutted Tsonga didn't win!) before bed.

Up, checked out and on the Oz Experience bus by 8.00am, yesterday morning and headed straight to 'Surf Camp' for our first ever surf lesson! We arrived at 12.30pm, had a bite to eat (tuna salad) and ensured we had plenty of fluids, as recommended by Hayley (aka Comet), our trek leader/guide/driver. We had a briefing around the lunch table at 1.00pm before grabbing our boards and heading down to the beach for our pre-water tutorial. We were instructed on exactly how to get up on our boards and ride a wave. There seemed a lot to remember, what with choosing a wave, getting into position on the board, waiting until the wave was about 2 metres from the tale of the board and paddling - 1, 2, 3, 4 strokes then hands into position on the board, up with the back leg and jump up, legs in a squat, leaning slightly forward and arms in the surfer position (a pose Sarah took to straight away - shockingly!) for balance. The tutorial didn't seem long at all, just time enough for a group photo and before we knew it we were in there, in the surf! We were both apprehensive - were we going to be any good? (we strongly doubted it!), were we going to be knocked for ten by the waves? (quite likely!) and, most importantly, were we going to enjoy it!?! All these issues soon melted away as we went for our first waves and loved it straight away, with both of us getting up on our first try! Smiles, laughter and cries of "did you see me, did you see me!?" soon followed. The instructors were also great, giving you a helping hand and advice. After two hours of fun n frollics and downing about a gallon of salty sea water (we actually soon got used to this and forgot the point when we stopped chocking on it and going with the flow) it was time over, but we were still buzzing from the adrenalin of the surf and were hyperly chattering on our way back with our boards.

We enjoyed some well-earned chocolate (boysenberry shortcake flavour, no less!) and coffee before freshening up with a lovely shower before a gorgeous dinner of garlic bread (actual sliced bread with garlic butter on), creamy chicken and mushroom pasta and salad - obviously we went up for seconds! The camp had a noise curfew, so at 9.30pm we headed down to the beach to continue the fun, by tiki torch and bonfire light, with a few bevies and a wheelie-bin sound system. We enjoyed chat and banter with the staff and fellow surf-campers and dancing to pop, R N B and old-school dance tunes (Mysterious Girl was also in there at some point!) before dragging ourselves off to bed at midnight-ish completely shattered from our amazing day out on the surf!

This morning we rose early, had breakfast of toast, fried egg and beans and managed to grab a CD of our photos of yesterday before leaving the camp just after 7.30am. Everyone on the bus fell straight to sleep on the first leg of our journey to Sydney and we watched Crocodile Dundee and then Man On Fire before getting into the city. Hayley dropped us off near (but not near enough!) to our hostel, 'Home' and told us to meet her at 'The Gaff', off Oxford Street, for a free dinner and complimentary beverages, an offer we couldn't refuse. We dumped our bags in our smelly room, met one of our room mates (a 19 year old Canadian guy who wasn't the source, so he told us, of the smell - that was the Eastern European guy), got changed and headed straight out to 'The Gaff'. We had to buy one drink to get our 'free meal', which we enjoyed with fellow travellers; Hayley, Dan, Sam and Chris before being joined by Hayley our driver. Free bevies was 9-10pm, which Sarah found harder to drink than Laura, but still managed two and a half white wines and we enjoyed a boogy before heading back to crash out at 1.30am.