The Ultimate Roadtrip - Part 1 - Sydney to Brisbane!
So having planned the first leg of our OZ road trip with Owen, Megan and Liz the only thing we had do was to get a good early night before we set off! That was the plan, but not what happened. In addition to the 5 of us on the road trip meeting for the first time in months, another of our friends, Miff, decided that she would drive down from Canberra to get in on the action. It was all very simple, everyone met up, went for a meal and then went for a few drinks, then some more drinks, then some more drinks, then back to Megan’s place for more drinks! The effect of this however was not so simple, Owen started to steal “no smoking” signs from pubs, Miff lost her ability to walk and even stay awake, everyone thought they could sing when even talking was a challenge and then everyone went to sleep (drunk!).
So probably not the best preparation for the road trip, and not surprisingly the early start ended up being more of an early afternoon start! The next problem came in the form of lots of luggage that hadn’t seemed quite so big until we tried to get it into the car. What followed was a 3D jigsaw puzzle involving a car boot and bags that would rival anything ever seen on the Krypton factor (but it all went in….. in the end)
So off we went, first stop Port Macquarie. After our early start it was no surprises when we got there in the dark, especially considering the girls made me drive the scenic route for 100km! Putting up tents in the dark is always fun especially for “I don’t do camping” Megan, who failed to mention that she didn’t have a sleeping bag until we were almost at the camp site. After the drama of the tents it was a relief to chill out and have a good old fashioned OZ BBQ (with a few beers of course).
While the girls went off swimming the next morning it was left for Owen and I to take down the tents and pack the car up (lazy bloody girls, they don’t even do the cooking!) and we were off again. Nearing our destination of Wooloorugo (or something like that) we stopped of at the nearby Coffs Harbour information centre to see if we could get some information on campsites. When we mentioned where we were staying the women in the centre grilled and reprimanded us for not staying in Coffs Harbour, including the statement “well errrr, what is wrong with staying here then!” and “I don’t really know much about that place so I can’t really help” So we blindly stumbled on and found a site (in the dark again) with a swimming pool and slide. WOW a swimming pool and a slide I hear you say, what fun. Well, it was at 2 in the morning when Owen and I (after 1 or 2 beers) decided that this was the best thing in the world and experimented different ways of going down the slide and risking injury! The other development of this evening was the production of a road trip CD using Megan’s i-tunes and computer (important camping equipment Meg!). We had grown a little sick of the radio already and thought that this would be great. However what actually happened was…… Megan and Liz filled 3 Cd's with the same songs that were crap (the best 2 songs being Billy Idol, White wedding and Boy George, Do you really want to hurt me?!) So after 4 hours of crap Cd's with hangovers the next day we were back to the radio again (PHEW!).
Next stop Byron Bay where we found a lovely campsite that was full of hippies and other people that didn’t wash much. However it was close to the town and facilitated another night of drinking and fun which included Liz putting a whole mobile phone in her mouth, Owen showing parts of his body that aren't supposed to see the sun, me becoming an acrobat and showing how I could flip over (on nice soft concrete!), Meg just generally being very drunk and then Ellie pretending to be dead. We also discovered (at 3:30am) that the smelly inhabitants of our campsite liked to go to bed early, WHOOPS!
So probably not the best preparation for the road trip, and not surprisingly the early start ended up being more of an early afternoon start! The next problem came in the form of lots of luggage that hadn’t seemed quite so big until we tried to get it into the car. What followed was a 3D jigsaw puzzle involving a car boot and bags that would rival anything ever seen on the Krypton factor (but it all went in….. in the end)
So off we went, first stop Port Macquarie. After our early start it was no surprises when we got there in the dark, especially considering the girls made me drive the scenic route for 100km! Putting up tents in the dark is always fun especially for “I don’t do camping” Megan, who failed to mention that she didn’t have a sleeping bag until we were almost at the camp site. After the drama of the tents it was a relief to chill out and have a good old fashioned OZ BBQ (with a few beers of course).While the girls went off swimming the next morning it was left for Owen and I to take down the tents and pack the car up (lazy bloody girls, they don’t even do the cooking!) and we were off again. Nearing our destination of Wooloorugo (or something like that) we stopped of at the nearby Coffs Harbour information centre to see if we could get some information on campsites. When we mentioned where we were staying the women in the centre grilled and reprimanded us for not staying in Coffs Harbour, including the statement “well errrr, what is wrong with staying here then!” and “I don’t really know much about that place so I can’t really help” So we blindly stumbled on and found a site (in the dark again) with a swimming pool and slide. WOW a swimming pool and a slide I hear you say, what fun. Well, it was at 2 in the morning when Owen and I (after 1 or 2 beers) decided that this was the best thing in the world and experimented different ways of going down the slide and risking injury! The other development of this evening was the production of a road trip CD using Megan’s i-tunes and computer (important camping equipment Meg!). We had grown a little sick of the radio already and thought that this would be great. However what actually happened was…… Megan and Liz filled 3 Cd's with the same songs that were crap (the best 2 songs being Billy Idol, White wedding and Boy George, Do you really want to hurt me?!) So after 4 hours of crap Cd's with hangovers the next day we were back to the radio again (PHEW!).
Next stop Byron Bay where we found a lovely campsite that was full of hippies and other people that didn’t wash much. However it was close to the town and facilitated another night of drinking and fun which included Liz putting a whole mobile phone in her mouth, Owen showing parts of his body that aren't supposed to see the sun, me becoming an acrobat and showing how I could flip over (on nice soft concrete!), Meg just generally being very drunk and then Ellie pretending to be dead. We also discovered (at 3:30am) that the smelly inhabitants of our campsite liked to go to bed early, WHOOPS!
It was no surprise that the next day was spent recovering on the beach and what fun we had. We body boarded until dizzy and 
then Owen and I dug the biggest hole in the history of Australia (and then left it for the evening to see if anyone would fall in drunk for us to find the following morning!). This photo shows us in the very early stages of 'hole construction' . . .I think the girls were too fed up with us to take photos later on!
then Owen and I dug the biggest hole in the history of Australia (and then left it for the evening to see if anyone would fall in drunk for us to find the following morning!). This photo shows us in the very early stages of 'hole construction' . . .I think the girls were too fed up with us to take photos later on!To reinforce what a bad influence Liz, Meg and Owen are on us that night we were forced (!) to play drinking games and guess what, everyone got a little tipsy again. Now I know what you're thinking, this road trip sounds like 5 people getting drunk most nights and errrr . . . you would be correct! Most memorable thing to happen this evening was the trolley "roller coaster" I put some of Meg's friends through!
So, the next day was again spent recovering on the beach and being battered by waves that we were attempting to body surf on.
Oh, and we buried the girls in the hole that we had made the day before! They got in of their own free will -IDIOTS!!!! (IT'S A LOT MORE PAINFUL THAN IT LOOKS . . BELIEVE ME!) Then it was time to leave Byron Bay and we headed North again to a quiet beach near surfers paradise where we spent the evening in preparation for the following day at WET & WILD! What can I say? What a day! Wet and Wild is a huge water park, outdoors (imagine the water park at Stoke, only 100 times bigger, 100 times better, with no stinking chavs and in glorious sunshine! And not in bloddy Stoke!) that has rides similar to the water park we visited in Vietnam, only they are safe. We all had the most amazing day and acted like little kids running from one ride to the next and refusing to leave until the park was actually shut and the water was turned off!
After a hard day at the water park it was onto Brisbane where we would meet up with another of our friends from Tanzania, Yoland (Yo) who lives just outside Brisbane and was going to show us the sites for the evening. You will not be surprised to hear that the night was another drunken fiasco that included being turned away from a gay club because Meg was wearing a rubber thong, (I was very surprised to learn this and wondered how he knew about Megs strange underwear fetish, until I remembered that thongs are flip flops!) playing drinking games in a very nice jazz bar that ended in Yo losing the ability to speak, walk and stay awake (just like her friend Miff in Sydney!), Liz getting very drunk and making a speech (as she was about to leave us) which no one could remember the next day, Owen blowing bubbles through a straw into my beer and bartering with the man at the pizza shop for a cheaper bulk buy rate (hhmmm). So once again a very drunk evening!
It was only natural that the next day should be a very somber affair. Not only because of the few drinks from the night before but also because Liz was flying home. So it was coffee and big breakfasts all round as we waited for the hangover to subside and for the time when Liz would have to go.
So, the next day was again spent recovering on the beach and being battered by waves that we were attempting to body surf on.
Oh, and we buried the girls in the hole that we had made the day before! They got in of their own free will -IDIOTS!!!! (IT'S A LOT MORE PAINFUL THAN IT LOOKS . . BELIEVE ME!) Then it was time to leave Byron Bay and we headed North again to a quiet beach near surfers paradise where we spent the evening in preparation for the following day at WET & WILD! What can I say? What a day! Wet and Wild is a huge water park, outdoors (imagine the water park at Stoke, only 100 times bigger, 100 times better, with no stinking chavs and in glorious sunshine! And not in bloddy Stoke!) that has rides similar to the water park we visited in Vietnam, only they are safe. We all had the most amazing day and acted like little kids running from one ride to the next and refusing to leave until the park was actually shut and the water was turned off!After a hard day at the water park it was onto Brisbane where we would meet up with another of our friends from Tanzania, Yoland (Yo) who lives just outside Brisbane and was going to show us the sites for the evening. You will not be surprised to hear that the night was another drunken fiasco that included being turned away from a gay club because Meg was wearing a rubber thong, (I was very surprised to learn this and wondered how he knew about Megs strange underwear fetish, until I remembered that thongs are flip flops!) playing drinking games in a very nice jazz bar that ended in Yo losing the ability to speak, walk and stay awake (just like her friend Miff in Sydney!), Liz getting very drunk and making a speech (as she was about to leave us) which no one could remember the next day, Owen blowing bubbles through a straw into my beer and bartering with the man at the pizza shop for a cheaper bulk buy rate (hhmmm). So once again a very drunk evening!
It was only natural that the next day should be a very somber affair. Not only because of the few drinks from the night before but also because Liz was flying home. So it was coffee and big breakfasts all round as we waited for the hangover to subside and for the time when Liz would have to go.
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