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We arrived outside the 'Big Prawn' which is exactly what is says on the tin, perched on top of a sevice station cafe. I think these auzzies are facinated with big models of food. Whilst wondering weather to photograph the prawn ( we are lasy and didnt), a fat taxi driver drove past and i took the piss. As you can guess he tured out to be our taxi guy. I was thinking this guy is just too fat. Are we in america?? The answer is no; we are in Ballina Auz, with a guy who is so fat he cant be bothered to put our bags in the car. Whilst getting my legs crushed behind his seat on the way to the campsite, and wondering how someone can let themselves get in such a state, we passed a big pineapple. The taxi guy informed us that it was not THE big pinapple, as that was further up the coast. After adding two and two togeater i came to the conclusion that the small pineapple was back up incase the fat taxi ever bothered to travel up the coast and attempt to eat the big one. Ok, eneough of the piss taking. Im am only whittering on about this as it is more interesting than what we got up too over the last week. Oh and if anyone does get to see recent photos of me i know i am fat. Please feel free to send your complaints to us and we will deal with my hipocrasy issue from there.
Arriving at the campite we were just in time to see the sun setting behind the palms. Once in the site we dropped our bags and decided it was time to get back in happy snapping mode. See album (prob consisting of one photo from here- better than none). We set up camp in what appeared to be a permanant camp site for super size caravans, tents and the kitchen sink. All the tents were huge. One was covered in xmas light (how long had these people been here?), and one had bunk beds. As you can imaging we were ill equipped with a tiny tent and minus a four wheel drive. As it turned out there was no kitchen either, and my pork errand of earlier was all for nothing. And we wernt going to cook on a what looked like a housing estate in the dark with a trangier. Instead we lobbed the pork in the cool bag minus ice packs (lost them) in the laundry room and headed out in search of food. We ended up with a massive yummy take-out chinese which we had with wine by the water, in the dark.There we used our star knowlege from the other evening to spot the constellations. Little did we know this would be start of an obsession.
The next day, you guessed it, we chilled out. We went in town to shop and went to the beach. When i say we went to shop, i actually mean we went to shop and went on the internet to do our blog and email. The reason i dont acknolodge the net bit is;
1. We havent had any journal to show for ages, and i am writing it whilst in Rainbow beach (2 weeks later)
2. You are all prob wondering why you havent got any emails
and 3. Its a bit embarrasing spending your travel time on a computer, when there are people wishing they were in the sun like us.
Sorry i must stop going on like this. The beach was yet another stunning one. It was actually not a beach as such as it was insde a harbour, and it was a spit. It streted right out into the water, calm and shallow on one side, wavy on the other, and really steep and deep at the tip. We had swim in the wavy bit as there wer loads of tiny jelly fish in the lovely looking shallow bit. Then there was a tempation to jump off the deep end bit, to dive into the lovely cool water. But loads of those horrid jellyfish were bobbing round. After umming and arring Emma decided it was not going to happen. I on the other hand decided to make a prat of myself and ask this aussie guy if they sting. He told me that thay were fine. I went to get Em than asked him again to make sure, and told him it would be his fault if i got stung. to that he replied 'you are in auz where everything stings'. What was this guy on? then he picked on up in his hand and he said it was ok. So i ummed and arred a bit more and took a rumming jump onto the jellies. I got out so fast but it was all good as mission was accomplished. After a few more goes it was time to sun bake and then head back for a pork-based tea.
On our arrival back the pork was smelling hot and swetty but we decided once it was cooked it would be ok. So we set up our trangier and i set about preparing dinner with a pen knife and plastic flatpack folding 'crockery' called oricaso.The stuff is a dream and has been a savoiur whilst camping. Anyway we must have looked like tramps amongst all the house caravans cause thins guy came over and gave us 2 chairs. I was quite happy sitting on the floor where i belong but we used the chair anway as we didnt want to offend. Then the guy came out of his tent with a coffee table with drawings of feet on it (apparently done after table dancing)! Once dinner was cooked and served we sat and enjoyed the luxury. We must have looked a sight; two burnt english girls sitting amongst the sophisticated campers with tvs etc, picking at gone off pork in wierd blue origami bowls. Oh the joys!!
The next morning we upped and left early for the bus, leaving the tent village mouring the loss of the village tramps.
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