Saturday 19 April 2008

Saturday 19th April 2008

On awaking at 6.25 in a rather chipper mood, I discovered the tent had transformed into a sauna-esque explosion of heat, so I equally evaporated to the outside. As people began to wake up it was soon discovered that Lucie had slept entirely in a massive puddle in her tent and Barry had slept in a tent on his own with no sleeping bags due to Daniella somehow using 2. After lacking in effort we managed to pack everything up and Joff drove us off inland towards Central Station campsite. Progress was slow due to mad wack roads but we arrived successfully, cleaned ourselves and the dishes and headed back on towards Lake Mckenzie. And Whoa. Lake Mckenzie is an amazingly beautiful, 2 tone, perfectly clear and blue lake, with the finest white sand that you can use to wash yourself and even brush your teeth with, if you so desired. Apparently. We played in the lake for a while, then a dingo ate our football. And it began to rain. We grabbed a lunch of tuna and peanut butter sandwiches before it was my turn to get us back to the barge. Now we all thought we were late, so I rallied Taloola around the roads, mighty safely I add. Unfortunately, we arrived an hour and a half early, and the only time anything dangerous happened was at the very last hump before the tarmac road, and I was going about 5kph, and the right sand of the track just dropped away without warning. After much screaming and heart beating we realised we were upright and pulled into the petrol station, where Joff and I pumped the tires back up, we all got ice creams, a random tour bus driver gave us loads of free spare cookies and muffins, and we headed to the barge queue. On the barge we mostly passed out in really uncomfortable positions and I woke up with a non-functionary arm.

We then went through the motions of unpacking and returning Taloola to palace, checking into our rooms, awesomely most of us were in the same apartment. That evening we enjoyed all you can eat Dominos pizza, and I won the challenge by eating 12 slices, then there was no more left. No alcohol tonight though, just far too much Lift, an old school lemonade drink. We retired to our room, and Jamie, Joff and I chatted rubbish for a few hours while half asleep. Extremely funny though.