The Trip: Chapter 5 - The Whitsundays

It's a sodding long way between Hervey bay and Aerlie beach and we did it in one go - we were on a time limit and there's nothing much worth seeing in between so the four of us hopped in the car with an extra Emma with us and set off.

There were mutterings Yeremy couldn't drive the near 1000km by himself, he immediately became hugely offended and proceeded to drive in the stupid heat for about 9 hours. Me and the girls spent the whole trip dozing in the back. Adam drove the rest. After 12 hours on the road we rocked up in Aerlie - gateway to the Whitsundays. Problem - we had nowhere to stay because Yeremey forgot to book us in with the hostel... Despite being tempted to ditch the others and crash with Emma, I eventually got us into a motel which after much bartering and cheeky smiling at the girl behind the bar we got for $90 for all 4 of us. Boom. I rule.

After checking in for the boat the others rented stinger suits... I happened to be already sorted thanks to a certain wetsuit..


A quick beer run and goodbye to Emma later we had the standard briefing and the thought struck us to perhaps purchase some captain hats. A few of the other lads did the same. This proved to be the best idea ever.

By the time we were on the boat we had already cracked into our somewhat impressive beer supply and were saluting the other captains constantly. This did not get old.

We then sailed for a few hours to south Molle island where we were to sleep and party for 2 nights. This we did. Excessively in the case of the latter.



Remember the wager? Yep. I wore that damn wetsuit for a whole night out at the island..



We were also invaded by impressively huge bugs on the first night. Certain swedish captains were embarrassed by this...


There was also a full monty inspred dance involved... Canada coreographed the whole thing...

As a cruel act of sadism - we had to be up by 7am every morning for breakfast. Then were on the water for 8. The second day was pretty windy in the morning - go go seasickness... we promptly decided that is was much better to be drunk on a boat than hungover on a boat so we started drinking appaulingly early while the others slept... what the hell? We were on holiday!



We eventually rocked up at Whitehaven beach - a beautiful sandy beach made of almost pure Parrot Fish poo. We did a bit of snorkelling there and saw an immense sea turtle and hit each other with swimming noodles. Setting off after lunch we sailed around the main island and headed back to the resort, just in time to have a round of golf and a bit of a skydive..


Then partytime which included lots of toga action.
Irish got the wrong end of the stick...
Up perilously early again we resumed our drinking and headed off to another snorkelling spot - the captains were by this point losing momentum - especially Yeremy who after shouting for and hour and promising to urinate on any poor soul who fell asleep on deck, promtly fell asleep himself. By this point I had made a policy of chucking a bucket of sea water over anyone who was asleep. This was done and Captain Canada didn't evn twitch. After another bucket of water just to make sure and checking he was sill alive we waited for him to dry out then drew on him. Obviously.
When we stopped at the snorkelling spot he eventually came to and applauded our efforts. We all skydived in for a snorkel apart from Captain Irish who had to be rescued from the water and is now included in the safety briefing for the boat.

After feeding time we pottered our way back to Aerlie. A nap later and we all had a few beers. This turned into me nearly killing Irish by teaching the Captains Touch the Cup - the most savage drinking game known to man.

Whitsundays hurt my liver.