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I obtained my wallet out ready when three condoms popped out. The leader of the tour was this little chirpy little man called Dave, who talked continually and had an answer for everything. He pounced on this, with a powerful Ozzie accent which sort of grated on me he screamed, ‘Ohhhhh, your pretty formidable aren’t ya? We had it for 19 days during which we planned to see the East coast, pay Josh’s good friend Elizabeth a visit then begin working after Brisbane.
We then left the campervan for a few days to embark on a should when travelling the East coast of Australia, to sail the Whitsundays for a couple of days. The weather wasn’t nice but it was a chance to see one White Haven seashore and sleep on a crusing boat, I’d seen idyllic pictures of perfect white seashores, once we have been there, it wasn’t, it pissed it down.
A small shark passed us at one point which I missed but it made sailing Whitsundays worthwhile. I awoke on the final day with probably the more serious hangover I’ve ever had. I got here as much as the deck to see everybody gobbling down greasy fried breakfast down their necks like animals. My head was spinning and there was no escape from it, I went downstairs which made it worse, I felt as if I might projectile vomit on everybody round me at any minute and went pale white. The concoction of a hangover and being sea sick was really horrendous.
It was a cool approach to travel round and we had a lot freedom to just about go wherever we needed. That was no more true than the first day, aimlessly driving around and getting misplaced with music blaring at full volume, it felt like somewhat journey.
It’s one thing I’d set out to do at one part of the trip, we got a primary run through and taught a few important hand alerts. It was Josh and I, a German guy and Rebecca an English lady whom we got on with fairly nicely with. Everyone seemed fairly anxious beforehand, it’s an unnatural surroundings for a human being, to be so deep surrounded by metres and metres of water. I took a while to get used to it, at first Dave who I had now forgiven for the nickname told me I had forgot how to swim.
On the primary day, because of the climate, the captain of the boat told us all it was going to be a ‘robust few days’. I thought, I’ve simply paid practically £300 quid for this, the word tough wasn’t fairly what I was anticipating. Our boat was filled with ridiculously pleased Dutch folks though which livened it up. I didn’t get off on one of the best foot on the first day, in notably with the females. We had been told to come back to the front and pay for something or give I.D, I can’t bear in mind which.