Happy Wednesday
First off I wrote a ton of stuff last night upon scoring free Internet, and there was a malfunction causing me to loose everything I wrote. Thus causing me some feelings of frustration. However I will not slack and write my little update of the interesting little week that I have had.

So where should I begin my story?

Well the four of us were in Bundaberg (the land of rum) for a total of 6 days. Upon arrival we were promiced work on the lemon farms which didn't work out so hot. The trees are currently being sprayed, leaving all the eager backpackers hungry for work. Worse things could happen I suppose though. It was a pretty cool hostel, and we're going back in about 2-3 weeks to pick the Lemons, and get our vitamin C intake. Bundy was good times though. Some interesting festivities, midnight shows, parking lot parties, and the finest boxed wine the bottle shop had to offer (uhmm ya). Anyways we all decided to live extremely low key and buy some tents and camp cheaply and cost effectively until we get work on the farms. We all bought tents for 40 fine Australian Dollars along with some op shop cutlery etc etc, and headed up north. Before our departure one of our Travel Turtle Friends decided to jet back home, thus leaving our group at the 'rounded' number of three. As much as we miss Trins interesting and funny antics, our group is still going cool. All of his sayings have been engraved into our minds which we use quite frequently. If your reading this Trin we're on our way to Melbourne to kidnap you eventually *mwah*.....are there any good duck ponds.

We drove for about 4(ish) hours up to a hick town called Rockhampton. It was actually a very picturesque place, and I really wanted to take heaps of pictures, but I felt like a really lame tourist doing so. We camped there for the night for 7 hard earned Oz Dollars, and left early in the morning to check out the darling Sunday markets and head up to a town called Mackay.

When we were driving up I was looking at the lonely planet book (our good travel friend) for some ideas of places to camp in the area. One place that the Author recommended seemed exceptionally cool. It was like a platypus retreat camp site, with a pond full of the little darlings and all those bells and whistles you don't get at 'normal camp sites' We got "directions" and ended up in the middle of NOWHERE. When I say nowhere I really sincerely mean it.

It was the type of nowhere that the only land marks you would see for many KMs were mango trees, sugar cane, and deep and utter darkness. It felt like we were watching ourselves in a cheesy horror movie, and we should be eating popcorn warning ourselves to stay away, because there is a man with hooks for hands working in the fields. So we called the camp ground again and he gave us extremely bad directions. He warned us that when we cross a bridge there will be a "little bit of water" and that if we keep to the right we will be alright. Eventually we found this "little bit of water", which ended up to be a full blown flood over a bridge. Trav and I got out and the water was seriously more then half way up to our knees. Upon investigation we looked over at Will and asked what he thought?

Will is always the really responsible one and is a definite gem to our trio. He said Lets do it, and we kinda all looked at each other did a quick prayer and said fuck it...lets go camping ahhh!!!!! If you've seen the movie road trip it was a lot like that except a river instead of a bridge with a big gap. So Will put on his seatbelt and Travis and I walked across with our fingers crossed. I honestly didn't even want to look, if our car dies I would be so sad, we're all in love with Jud. So the story goes that good old Jud made it through, and we all clapped and cheered and all that cal. The most ridiculous thing was that once we drove through that little creek further down there was another one that was twice as bad.....So we had to turn around and risk being stranded in the middle of nowhere again, to drive our asses back home, through the water again. We will go back there though, it is our mission.

So we drove up to Airle beach which is the main port to get to the Whitsunday islands. It's absolutely breathtaking here....Very tropical and hot, and our camp site is pretty pimp. It's about 7$ a night to camp, which feels like a gentle breeze through our fragile bank accounts. There are wild turkeys, crazy ants, heaps of lizards, and lots of parrots and cockatails. @ 8:00 you can go and feed the parrots by the pool, and we usually feed the turkeys cheerios @ the breakfast table. We are really the only young people in the park, and I'm pretty sure the only ones in tents. It's wicked though because we live right beside the kitchen, laundry, and bathroom. It's very different from being in hostels where everyone is like whooooooaaaa spring BREAK!@!!!!@@ all the time. It's kinda refreshing actually, and it's been cool just chilling and having really nice bbq dinners in the Eve.

More good news is that I just got a call from a Bar called Beaches and I have a trial this afternoon. I'm a little nervous because I've never worked in a bar, but I'm sure I'll be fine...meh meh....all is good....Really there is nothing that can happen that could make me any worse off.

Speaking of which I really should go and try to find my travel brothers because my clothes are in the car, and I need my shoes and shorts...*mwah*

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Chrssy