

This is a blog of the 2008 trip up the east coast of Australia on our boat Echo Beach.


Also at Daydream Island Resort, the water aerobics was random: jogging in circles, and doing random arm stretching above the water.
Playing beach volleyball at Daydream Island, the game was interrupted by a streaker. Yes, a male streaker - stark naked. It is probably best to point out at this point that he was about 3 years old.
Also, when listening on the radio - there was a hire boat that contacted base about a holding tank that was overflowing into the bilge (boat speak: we are sinking, we are sinking!) to which the radio control replied: 'Go two miles out to sea, and see if you can fix the problem.'
Favourite meal: Baked dinner at the Whitsunday Sailing Club (all you can eat - great food and great company) and prawn pizza at Mangrove Jack's in Airlie Beach. Although Macca's after a night out in Airlie Beach is hard to beat (Amy and Jim) :) Special mention should also go to the Cold Rock found in Airlie Beach (Ferrero Roche chocolate and Peanut M&M's)When playing tennis with Mick, Tanya and Hayden at Long Island, Happy Bay - someone hit the ball up heaps high in the air. As it come down, everyone was watching where it would land. Dave was closest, and after taking a huge air swing at it - was sconed straight in the head. Full on falcon. Funny.
Also - Dave and Mick, emboiled in an intense battle with Mick for a caramel milkshake, did a courageous dive at the net, and ended up on his back, needless to say but he lost that point, the game and the milkshake.
When playing mini-golf at Daydream Island, there was a whole that resembled the Sydney Harbour Bridge, that was about two metres wide. Upon hitting the ball, Jo ended up getting hers between the 'pylons' and her ball landed in the 'harbour' (what was really a dirty river guarded by a fearsome group of barramundi.) Jo had to get Jim to 'fish' it out for her.
One night, after playing cards, Jo was seriously pissed, having had too much red wine (and Southern Comfort and Coke) to drink. While moving around the boat, she ended up stacking and falling down the port-side hull. There she remained for serveral minutes, until the laughter died down, and Dave went to help her back up, and put her to bed. So funny.
Most painful experience: Listening to the radio calls of the charter boats. These boats, with the names like 'Tornado,' 'Broomstick,' and 'Hammer' would constantly call base on their radios, and would repeat these names every time they answered or asked a question. This proved to be VERY painful.When we were in Luncheon Bay (also a great place for snorkelling) we had all been swimming around looking at coral and fish, and had just climbed back into the dinghy. Only 30m away, a mother whale and its calf swam between our dinghy and our boat. It was absolutely incredible - we havent seen anything like it before - and it is something that we will always remember from this trip. Randomly: at this point, the whales had been spotted by a dive instructor that had a group of pupils just near where our dinghy was. Upon seeing the whales, he started screaming for the people nearest him to swim TOWARDS the two whales. Conservation and respect for nature at its best.
New category- WORST name for a boat: On a boat with the numbers 007 (James Bond style) were the words: 'Pussy Galore.' Need I say more?
Lessons learnt:Stay clear of the backpacker boats and charter boats.
That six weeks in the Whitsundays is probably enough :)
That when staying in a Backpacker Hostel - always take your own linen!












