The Whitsunday Islands

Trip Start Jan 28, 2006
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Trip End Feb 20, 2007


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Sunday, July 2, 2006

After a 10 1/2 hour bus ride I made it to Airlie Beach. Sure, I lost all circulation in my feet for being crammed into the a midgets seat on that crap bus. I should have spent the extra $30 and gone in style with Greyhound. Airlie Beach is surrounded by tropical rain forests, mountainous nation parks and the spectacular Whitsunday Islands. Airlie Beach itself isn't made up of much. It's pretty much two streets along the beach front. It's swamped backpackers and wealthy style fats cats. It's a capital on the tourist trail, and a definite must see. Me and Pommey Aaron arrived in Airlie Beach with full intentions of finding work. The hospitality industry couldn't be bigger, so i figured tons of jobs would be available. As soon as I checked into my hostel I went to the Internet cafe to work my new resume. I managed to hand out 10 resumes before noon. Aaron had about $250 left to his name so he stayed in bed and did nothing like a lazy ass. I have never met someone so unmotivated in my life. Anyway, the first few days in Airlie was spent doing the whole rainforest walk thing, wasting away the day on the beach, and becoming more familiar with every pub in town. After doing nothing for a few days my travel partner Aaron came to the realization that he wont be able to afford one more nights accommodation. He called up the hostel in Brisbane, and asked for his old job back. Surprisingly, the owner wanted him back so badly that he paid for his flight back to Brisy to start work the next day.

I stuck around Airlie Beach. I'm not rich by any means, but I do have some money to spend on the must see and do's. I invested a little money into sailing the Whitsuday Islands. I found a really cheap stand-by deal for only $210. The original price was something like $385, so I was happy with the deal. we set sail early Wednesday afternoon with 65 backpackers. The boat was called The Pride of Airlie. Its a huge catamaran solely setup for a party. The drinking festivities started as soon as we set foot on the boat. By the time we got to our resort island the majority of us were wasted. I don't pride myself on getting wasted, or seeing how much alcohol I can consume in a short period of time. Sometimes the mood just calls for utterly drunken fun. Me, a few young American guys, and a couple Britts checked into our resort cabin. We crisend the cabin with a ceremonial spliff, and cracked open a few. By the seven o'clock dinner half of the backpackers were passed out drunk in different places around the tiny island. I retired by midnight unable to stand up on my own. We all knew that we had to be back on the boat by 6:45 AM. If we missed the boat we missed the days activities, including the world famous White Haven Beach. It was tough getting up for the 6:15 breakfast. It might not have been such a pain in the ass to get up if the cabin hadn't had an intruder in the middle of the night. At about 3 AM some grossly overweight dude wandered into our cabin. He woke us all up by turning on the light and crashing around the room. He was off his face wasted! We asked him several times, 'what are you doing in our room'!? He told us that he lost his bag. We told him over and over again that he's got the wrong room, but he just couldnt comprehend. We watched him as he walked into our bathroom. He sat on the toilet and shit like he hadn't gone in a week. The entire cabin poisoned by the rank stench, he made his way out of the bathroom with his pants at his ankles. All eyes were on this mess of a man as he crashed onto one of the beds for a sleep. His three-hundred pound body crushed poor little American Adam. Adam screamed in agony, and pushed him off the bed. We all shouted at him until he eventually left the room with his pants still half off. The next morning our midnight visitor barely made it to the boat. He had nothing but his shorts on when he walked on the boat. He told us he lost he shoes, pants and bag. He woke up on the hard-wood floor of someone elses cabin. He had no idea what happened that night.

We set sail for White Haven Beach. White Haven Beach is half the reason why the Whitsunday islands are so famous. The beach is made of flawless, silicone white sand. The sand is so fine that it would be impossible to pick up just one grain. It's also surrounded beautiful coral, and warm ocean water. It's a divers paradise. We unfortunately missed the whole thing due to bad weather...and I don't wanna talk about it. We did however go to a much crappier beach with rocks in place of sand. It poured rain the entire day. I made the best of it by getting in some half decent scuba diving. The sea was so rough that an entire side of the boat was filled with hung over backpackers with a strong will to puke. The next night and day followed a similar pattern. The weather wasn't at its best, but the people we had on board made the trip worthwhile.

After the trip I stuck around in Airlie Beach for a couple more days. I checked into the cheapest hostel in Airlie, and it turned out to be the best one. It cost me nothing for the first night because the girl working at the checkout counter is thankfully an idiot. She saw me pull a twenty out of my pocket to pay for the $19 room. She gave me change for the twenty without me even giving it to her, and sent me to my room. I made a dollar staying at Magnums backpacker hostel. The hostel runs deep into the tropical rainforest. It was a party playground. As much as I wanted to jump on the party bandwagon, I knew I needed to figure out what I was gonna do with myself. I needed work, and didn't feel like going through the whole application, interview and mundane orientation process again. I had limited time to get a job becuase val is visting me mid August. I did what poor backpackers do, and got a fruit picking job. All I had to do was answer an advert in a backpacker magazine that said, 'BACKPACKERS WANTED FOR FRUIT PICKING'. I called the number and secured the job and accomodaion over the phone. I'd make the three hour trip north to Home Hill in two days. The next two days were spent hanging out with some new friends from the boat. I said my good byes once again, and left for Home Hill, Queensland.
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valb
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Your stories need more pirates. Where are the pirates?!

rtwryan
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Sorry about that crap entry. I didnt realise only half of it sent. i sent you the other half. This one may have a pirate or two.

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