Free love on the freelove free-way
Trip Start Nov 20, 2009
17Trip End May 30, 2010
After stowing our stuff at another hostel, we hit the goon pretty hard and headed on down to the Phoenix bar for our after party with rest of our boat. Thirty minutes later and two more jugs of beer down our necks we were very impatient to the hit the dance floor bringing out the Jackson twirl and our latest move "The Serve". Bored easily, we left to go to Beaches Backpackers bar where we found Ryan and Sophie drinking peacefully alone. We soon changed all that, by buying them a glass of wine to get drunk, and playing numerous drinking games. We all soon moved on to Mama Africa's night club and continued cutting shapes. However we began to grow hungry so headed off to Maccy D's where we met three Canadian guys from our boat trip..... what proceded turned into the greatest maccy experience of our lives. The youngest looking of the Canadians had bleach blond hair and when drunk turned into a human ATM machine buying me another big-mac to go with my large big-mac meal. Adam was brought a large chocolate milkshake, which he managed throw all over the floor within seconds, fanta, bacon cheeseburger, a big mac, large fries, a big mac oh and some more fries. A fantastic lad who would not take no for an answer and coined the phrase, "look man i just bought you two big macs now eat them you F*****g little bitch" (in a strong Canadian accent). His friend, who looked like Andy Roddick, lay back in his chair and kept shouting, "feed daddy a fry" to his mate before trying to grab the broom off the Chinese cleaner to clean Adam's mess!!!!! We then headed back to Mama Africas to win over the affections of two blond besties, swinging fat-bald guys around a club and acting like drunken heroes.
We staggered back at 3...... were up and on the bus at 6.45am feeling like P-Diddy. Little did we know we were waiting at the bus stop with 5 people who would send our Aus trip and hearts into overdrive!!!!!
The day to Kroombit (a fully-functional cattle station) was one long journey in appalling weather conditions. Fields had turned into knee high rivers flowing across the road and we lucky to make it there at all. On arrival at Kroombit, we were greeted by the world's most terrifying man..... THE NIGHT RIDER. Dressed in a long trench coat, cowboy hat, blond hair but black mustache and riding a huge motorbike we all agreed to sleep with one eye open. We were then fed meat which we told to ask no questions about but try it as part of your experience. Naturally we assumed it was cow cock or something but it turned out to be venison .... woooo lets go crazy, we were highly dis-appointed it was so lame. On the subject of lame we were told on arrival to rent hats so we could take advantage of the beer discount and i quote, "lads if you are thinking of having a couple of beers tonight it will definitely save you money". He then later announced, "OK then beers were $3.80 are now $3.60". That's a saving of 11 pence!!!!! We got ripped basically because you had to drink like 15 plus beers to see any discount at all. We quickly learnt to crack whips with varying degrees of success before we retired to bed.
We arose at the crack of dawn and headed off to a goat rodeo ( we were not murdered by the knight rider in our sleep) and learnt how to uses lassos and other typical cowboy stuff. We were then split into teams and had to lasso, drag, flip, hold down and brand a goat. Our team 'Billy two goats' pulled off a highly efficient, prison break esque job. After this us, Ryan & sophie headed off an highly frustrating walk to a view point where our hunger and hatred of flies led us close to insanity.
The lads then trooped back onto the bus and headed for our next stop Rainbow Beach! On the way there we watched John Travolta strut his stuff in 'Pulp fiction', a dance that is bound to come out on the dance floors of Brisbane. We finally arrived in Rainbow beach to a town the resembled Kimpton on a very rainy day but our growing friendship with the pretty lasses infront of us kept our spirits and morale high. After a quiet night of pool we headed off to bed. After another early start we moved down the road to our next hostel 'Dingo's' which was our pathway to Fraser island. We were invited by Natalie, Jemma & Emma (the pretty lasses off the bus) to join them in their group on Fraser island much to our delight, however we were late due to topless dancing to Basshunter in our rooms and got stuck with a very average group of dull girls (one struck a striking resemblance to Jabba the Hut). We then packed our bags for Fraser island and had another night in with pool but this one was less quiet, why I hear you ask?
Because KINGY BEAT TOMMY IN A GAME OF POOL!!! For the first time ever, the people in the bar struggled to understand the strange moans of devastation or screams of joy coming from our snooker table but it was well worth it.
The next day we arose at 6 30 AM and got ready for our trip to Fraser island!! You know it's going to be a great trip when you've already consumed three beers each by 9 AM. Fraser island was an amazing experience which was helped by the blistering sun, I (Adam) got burnt within about 15 minutes but it felt great just to see some sun. The turquoise sea, wild dingo's and lapping waves helped cause one of the most amazing environments we've been in. Our entire group was made up of about 40 people split into different trucks, all were pretty normal apart from a group of completely insane Irish guys. Imagine a group of stereotypical, drunken Irish yobs and your not even close to picturing how outrageous these guys were. Still they entertained us by passing out from alcohol consumption by 10 am. 70 bottles of beer, 16 liters of wine and three bottles of vodka between 10 of them. We drove 70 K's along the beach stopping occasionally at crystal clear creeks, old ship wrecks and breathtaking view points (Jabba the hut dropped her camera off one much to our joy). That night we set up camp for the evening, well our group did, we sat on top of the van drinking beer and singing Bruce. We came up with the genius idea of sleeping on the roof of our van rather than a tent. The night was an unforgettable experience involving naked dancing, high school musical duets, drinking games, many lasses and gorgeous shooting stars. We crashed out on top of the van in a drunken state and lay there for about an hour before retreating inside the van due to the cold. Adam woke up in the middle of the night with a look of pure horror on his face as all he could hear was me panting and groaning only inches away from him. Needless to say his worse fear was a drunken five knuckle shuffle, however I was infact holding in screams of pure agony from cramp terrorizing my leg. Upon realising the extent of my pain Adam's laughter almost woke up the entire camp.
We woke the next morning and headed off the the most beautiful lake you could possibly imagine, Lake McKenzie. Perfectly blue skies, soft white sand and unbelievably clear waters. We could have stayed there for years. We stayed in the perfect water for hours playing every ball game you can imagine, pausing occasionally to talk to our new favourite lasses. The photos we will put up soon do not do the lake justice. Hours later we headed off to our next camping spot and again lay back, drank beer and watched our group set up their tents. This night was less eventful but still highly enjoyable. The highlight was our prison break mission, we crawled like desert rats underneath all the vans to an unoccupied cool box, we sneaked it open and prized out two deserved beers from some random other group. We thought we had escaped until a light was thrust into our face and we fled into the depths of the dunes and consumed our prizes. After ten minutes of secure hiding we snuck back to our vans stumbling across a weeping swede girl, being true Wheaty gentleman we comforted and consoled her before lying down and gazing at the stars. As I tried to take her mind off the subject with mindless chit chat I turned to Adam for advice only to find him passed out on the beach. After five minutes of laughing at him he awoke, stood up, turned round, stumbled towards the sea, stopped, urinated, stumbled three steps to his left and collapsed again within seconds, just as I came round from my laughing high I noticed a dingo sneaking up on him like a lion stalks a zebra. So I left him and went to bed.
Next day we headed off to another Lake, Lake Wobby. Not as spectacular as yesterday but then again nothing would seem great in comparison. We spent an hour being raped by flies before heading back to the van for some food and a chill. I built a sandcastle and Adam played footy with some Germans. We then just made it back in time for the ferry and got back onto the mainland after a really brilliant trip. When back at the hotel we had a needed shower, had a lovely chat with Natalie and Emma before crashing out in our beds (not with Natalie and Emma sadly).
Our last day in Rainbow beach was spent relaxing in the sun, by the pool with our new best friends. At about 17:00 we all headed off to a lookout point to watch the sunset come in which was a beautiful moment in all of our lives.
At 8 AM we were back on the bus and heading off to the small resort of Noosa with all the gang (Adam, Natalie, Jemma, Emma, Ryan, Sophie & I). Much to our joy all the gang were in the same room which was great. We then inducted another member into our gang, Joe, who was Jemma's love interest, a lovely guy who won over mine & Adam's hearts by producing this fantastic quote "I've only known you boys a day, but I can tell you would tear up Vegas".
We all hired out some canoe's and sailed off into the pouring rain. On the way back Adam & I shared a one man canoe to hilarious results. Our continuous capsizing led to tour boats slowing down to take photos of the foolish English. That night we all sat on the pier drinking wine, chatting and singing songs of our youth. It was just like a scene out of the O.C.
Our next day in Noosa was even better as it was just spent lying about on the beautiful beach with huge crashing waves and even some free calamari from Adam's overseas mum (Natalie). The only downside was an annoying tag-along known as 'Otis'. That evening was a perfect end to a perfect day but a little emotional as it was the last time our group of eight would be together. A particular highlight was seeing a 24 year old male, Joe, see a remarkably large possum for a nanosecond before running from the patio and diving headfirst onto Adam's top bunk bed whilst screaming like a little girl.
A classic ghost story and me scaring Adam shitless ended the night in true Sanchez style, put the brotherly love was still there as I comforted little Adam who upset about leaving his temporary mummy tomorrow :(.
Love Tom & Adam Xxx