After a four hour drive we arrived at Southern Cross backpackers in Agnes Water, having not quite got over the worst of our hangovers we checked in and took advantage of the free DVD hire and cinema room. Then we made some Thai green curry and we were that stuffed we had to go sleep it off even though there was a party going on that night. The next day was a similar mix of doing nothing, until we nipped into town to our Castaway briefing. We had booked on a trip called The Castaway where you get flown out to a deserted island and left there for a night to fend for yourself, all that was provided was a few tents an outdoor kitchen and some kayaks and rubber rings to play in the sea with. After the briefing we got a few supplies, mainly food and goon, then headed back to the hostel. Before we knew it we were at the airfield the next day waiting for our flight. The plain was a little four seater acrobatic plain and we were told that the pilots were quite adventurous with there manoeuvres. So me, Mel, Jess an Essex girl and Woody the pilot jumped in this little tin can with wings and were off to be castaways for the night. About half way through the flight woody decides to show us a few moves and starts doing dips with the plain giving us the feeling that we were falling out of the sky. Between the acrobatics, the views were amazing. You could see all the swirling sand banks just under the water. We landed straight on the beach of our island, chose a tent and were out sunbathing and meeting the other castaways before the plane had taken off again to get the next load of people. We were staying in a bay with a long beach which had a rocky outcrop at each side, clear sky's and just the sound of the birds and waves. In camp there were bush turkeys and monitor lizards (Goannas) roaming around stealing any lose food so it all had to be locked away. The big goannas even climbed on the tables and tried to nick the noodles out of boiling water! I soon got board of sunbathing and decided to try out some kayak-surfing, and after little success and been nailed by the waves I stuck to frisbee on the beach. After a bit more sunbathing we went oyster hunting. We had been told that you can find them on the rocky outcrops either side of the beach and sure enough we did. They weren't very big, perhaps just as well as it was our first time. I literally had to force Mel to try one but she did in the end and they are actually quite nice. With a group of twenty odd year olds and not actually that much to do the invention of a frisbee drinking game soon came. Some may say that 4pm is a little early to start drinking but.... As the sun went down the call came out for a camp fire so all the men ran off into the bush to get wood, seems the plants are rather aggressive in Australia, as I came out with cuts all over me! We managed to get the fire going and we had brought some marshmallows which went down a treat. More drinking games followed and the night gets rather hazy from there, I seem to remember some group skinny dipping and that's about it. I mainly remember the morning!! Both Mel and I were super hungover and we had to get the plane back to the mainland at 11.30. A couple of hours in the sun to get over the hangover didn't really work either. The time came to get on the plane but it was a different pilot, Bruce, who turned out to throw the plane about more than Woody. It was all Mel and I could do not to throw up!! When we got back to the hostel we went straight to bed and only showed our faces to eat. The next morning we went to book our Scooteroo tour for the following afternoon, its a big motorbike tour around the towns of Agnes Water and 1770. There was 30 odd people in our biker pack and they had given us all leather jacket and helmets with flames on them, there were also free transfer tattoos available. Once everyone was in the correct attire it was time to get on the bikes, big mean chopper bikes also with flames. Before they let us loose on the road we had to do a few laps of the test track to show we could actually ride a bike. Unfortunately due to Mel's pervious experiences of quad bikes, or quad bike crashes I should say, she was far to nervous to even go round the test track so she opted to go round on the back of an instructors bike. Once we were all ready everyone roared off down the road like a real biker mob. We were on the bikes for around three hours, and they took us to watch the sunset and we did some kangaroo spotting. I managed to get 90 km/h out of my bike then Mel came zooming past me at 125 km/h on the back of the instructor. The next day we went on a surf lesson which was loads of fun. The waves were very deceiving. They didn't look much, but when you fell off the board they nailed you! We both managed to stand up if only for a few seconds but it still counts. Now it's back on the greyhound and off to Hervey bay.