Saturday, 6 October 2007

A Whale Of a Time

Before I start this entry I just want to add something to the last one. When Matt says he 'lost' his beloved Birkenstocks, what he meant to say was that he placed them down on the beach, got ridiculously drunk and then forgot where he'd left them. Now I have now room to criticize at all (I lost my phone on the same night), but when he spent the equivalent of FORTY English pounds on a new pair I couldn't bite my tongue and found myself shouting at him in the street "And to think you begrudged me a two pound blackcurrant and raspberry frappe!". Not the butchest thing I've ever said I'll admit but necessary nonetheless. I hoped that adding this would give me closure on the matter and it has. For now.

So we left Hervey Bay a few days ago and before we did we went on the whale watching trip. It was such a fantastic experience, I don't think either Matt or I realised just how amazed and awestruck we would be by the sight of them. They came so close to the boat and the anticipation of them breaking through the water was so exciting. The pictures and film we took don't do it justice in the slightest, but as we chose to go on a sail boat we were able to get really near to them, and watched on as they slapped the water, blew through their air holes and breached (jumped out of the water). It was the stuff of Attenborough programmes in the flesh. The experience was temporarily spoiled for 20 minutes by a boat load of (what we presumed were) American tourists. They whooped and clapped whenever the whales did anything, clearly unable to differentiate between the natural behaviour of animals in the wild and the performances they've undoubtedly witnessed at some Sealife centre. It wold have taken far more than that though to spoil it for us and when a group of dolphins swam alongside and under our boat it was the cherry on the cake. We spent the end of the day sunbathing on deck and boomnetting - being dragged along behind the boat holding on to a net.





Having got the mechanical work done on Eric we set forth on our two day drive up the east coast to Cairns. Eric did us proud, we only had to call out the NRMA (equivalent to the AA) TWICE, which if nothing else is consistent of the old boy. The drive was really enjoyable with beautiful weather, stunning scenery, amazing roadkill and 'The Greatest Power Ballads Ever' (discs 1, 2 AND 3) which we sang along to at the top of our voices.

So we are now in Cairns and it is scorching. We've booked ourselves on a live aboard dive trip so we'll be staying on a boat for the next few days. In order to stay on it longer we have agreed to be 'hosties' which means we will have to work, heaven forbid. Handing out meals, washing up etc and in return we get to stay on free for two extra days, all meals included and 3 dives a day too, bargain!

It's sweltering so I'm going to get back in the pool now x

3 comments:

Ben Brewster said...

nice name for the van, old uncle eric must be made up having a ford spectron mamed after him, isn't spectron james bond?? are you driving around in an old baddy car?? don't touch the cigarette lighter!! glad you had fun with whales. and as for the drinking you're ambassadors for your country, grow some balls babies and show them that you're bulldogs on tour!! then chin a few of the buggers, that's what us brits do best!! keep the fun happening!!
ps, you made any frisbee friends yet??

Anonymous said...

So what's your route? or are you making it up as you go along?
Missing your posts already. come on get typing, enough of this sun already! tut tut
mwah X

Anonymous said...

Hey guys, thanks for the b-day card...love it! Hope all is well in your sunny regions, the weather is being really weird over here (as always). Had a v. drunken b-day thing at Sublime, in your honour! Hope to hear more things about your boat stay soon....can't believe you have to work already!! Love you always. Helen xx