Trip Start Feb 28, 2006
125Trip End Aug 20, 2008
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Saturday morning as always was Boot Camp time and Marcus decided that another Beep Test, and with a cold in full force I wasn't confident about making it up to my previous heady heights... Despite that (and probably due to bloody-mindedness!) I managed to improve slightly from my last score and get 15.7 - no stopping me now - next time I'll be trying to break the 16 barrier! Heh, heh, heh... After all that (everyone enjoyed a nice break watching me pound the gym...) we had a game of basketball to finish off the session, hindered slightly by our usual lack of skill, tendency to attack each other instead of the ball, and of course Sarah's ability to fall over at every opportunity (more on that later!)
After BC we all headed our separate ways to get sorted out for the big trip..
The photographs probably explain a little about Saturday nite and I'll leave the rest up to your imaginations (trust me, it's for the best!) - I'll just say that Twister may never be played again, dancing is in actual fact a very, very dangerous sport and we could probably do without hearing Petula Clark (with backing from the Boot Camp Trio) belting out 'Down Town...' - eventually modified to 'Down South...' Clever, eh? :o)
For some reason, just after 2am, the Fun Police (Shannon) decided that it was late, told everyone to go off to bed immediately, shut off the stereo and TV and marched off to bed... A stunned silence was followed by confusion, then a pause before we had the music back on and Sarah once again up dancing... Shannon did appear again to join in the fun and seemed to have no memory of storming off earlier
There were several other incidents that could possibly get a mention, but the first rule of Down South is that nobody talks about Down South! Heh, heh, heh...
Sunday morning came around far too quickly and after entertaining Jon (my poor room mate for the duration of the trip!) with my ever-enjoyable sleep talking, Shannon woke us up to drag us to the beach... Suffice to say after swimming in the icy (well, cold-ish!) Indian Ocean at 8am I was pretty sure nothing quite that bad could happen for the rest of the day! (Sadly I wasn't *quite* right!) A stop at the quality Mecca that is the Busselton Sunday Market had us buying a few bits and pieces for breakfast (I decided that cookies were essential!) we were back to the house where everyone else was finally rising - probably helped by some of the gang preparing a full cooked breakfast for us - divine!
By 11am we were primed for our wine tour (well, technically Sarah was having an alcohol-intolerance moment but we knew that by the second winery at least we'd have fixed that one!) and the bus arrived to pick us up.
We had a great day, with the 10 of us in the bus, our tour guide (who's name I have sadly forgotten!) and a couple who had the misfortune of picking the same day for a wine tour as us visiting lots of wineries (Windance, Swings & Roundabouts, Willis Domain, Sandalfords and finally the Hayshed) lunch at the Bootleg Brewery and then dessert in the Margaret River Chocolate Factory and Margaret River Cheese Factory... Well fed and ever so slightly inebriated we were taken back to the house for our second and final evening before heading back up North.
Needless to say Sunday night was a much quieter affair and dinner was deemed by the girls to be 'Family Time' so we all came together around the table and shared a fairly fantastic Chinese meal, along with attempts to give everyone family designations... Grumpy Grandpa Jason wasn't that impressed, Lecherous Uncle John kept asking the young girls to sit on his knee, Marcus became the love child of Shannon and Meredith, and to be honest I wasn't that impressed with being called 'Daddy Mark' but it was all good fun... I don't even think there was any alcohol drunk!!! Hmmm... After family time it was relaxing time in front of the TV. Weak calls for more Twister and drinking were quickly squashed and we watched what can only be described as some of the worst television ever (Cheaters - American TV that should be avoided at all costs!) Sadly no one had the energy to actually get up and change the channel..
That would be all there was to say, apart from the incident I referred to earlier (ice cold swim being the second worst thing to happen that day) which involved the kitchen floor, some spilt food, 'spray and wipe,' my loss of footing and what now remains of my left hip bone... After a moment of severe, severe grumpiness (sorry Shannon! xxx) I was sat down with an ice pack and given a wide berth... Luckily there's no permanent damage, just the most amazing bruise, moderate pain and a bit of swelling...
A long sleep and a failed attempt to get to the beach on Monday morning had us round the table again for more 'family time' although grump Uncle Jon and Grandpa Jason decided that reading the paper on the sofa's was the most important activity for the day and excluded themselves from our breakfast feast of pancakes! After that we packed up and returned the house to it's previously spotless state, eventually... (My mopping was brought into question by Meredith - our resident Deputy Fun Police Officer - seems that you're supposed to mop 'behind' doors as well - who'd have thought?!?) Then it was time to jump back in the Fun Bus and off back to Perth.
A much more subdued affair than the drive down, but we still managed several renditions of "Down South," "Sunshine Mountain" and "Bear Hunt..." If you don't know the songs, it's take too long to explain!
Of the 10 that made it down for the weekend, only 3 of us made it to Boot Camp but Marcus was kind and after an easy (ish!) session it was off home and to bed before having to start back at work on Tuesday... Where did the weekend go?!?