Chavs, boy crushes and the wet, wet rain

Trip Start Feb 13, 2010

Trip End Aug 15, 2010

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Flag of Australia Fraser Island, Queensland, Australia
Saturday, May 8, 2010

We shuffled into the Fraser Island briefing room the night before we were due to set off, strategically positioning ourselves away from some mancunian chavs and in amoungst the nice girls we had met on the bus earlier. Our stratergy worked; we successfully avoided the chavs and were placed in a group of 7 - Mike and I, Ivana Sophie and Julia, and another couple Drew and Lianna. Together we chose the food we would be eating for the next 3 days and bought 12 litres of foul tasting white wine. The tone was set and we all headed to bed, dreading our 6.15am start the next day.

We packed our van the next morning with the help of an obese, racist hawaian man who called Mikey a 'bastard pomme' and all piled in. It was a 20 minute crossing to Fraser Island from Hervey Bay, during which we waved goodbye to glorious sunshine and were greeted by thick black cloud which dominated the sky above the island and remained there for the majority of our stay

. They say every cloud has a silver lining but in this case it did not. I felt like I was camping in the lake district in November. Nevertheless group morale was very high and were were provided with our own version of Bear Grylls, by the name of Drew Jackson.

Drew was the key componant of our group, in that had it not been for him I would probably still be on Fraser, either drowned or dingo fodder. (dingoes are wild dogs who inhabit the island). Due to his unquestionable ability to do pretty much anything - be it make a hammock out of a piece of string, or a shelter out of a groundsheet, cup and twig - Mike admired Drew to quite a great extent. I do now feel he wishes every night it was Drew who he lay next to rather than me. Michael Kelly has had his first man crush, but I think I am ok with it. We came to know Drew as 'Dad' and relied on him to keep us alive and help us through any tricky situation. Thank the lord for Dad.

The aforementioned chavs provided us with a great deal of entertainment. They chain-smoked, drank from the moment they dragged their corpses out of their tents and shagged on the tables of the camping grounds. We heart the chavs.

Fraser Island was a wicked experience despite the rain and we made some great friends. Ivana, Sophie and Julia were lovely lovely girls who were also hilarious. I cannot wait to meet up with them when we get home for Sushi and cappucino :)

We said farewell to the dingoes, Dad and the girls and headed off up the coast to 1770 for a naight of well-needed rest.

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