17. Avoid Macca’s HJs, Red Rooster, Chicken Treat, Domino’s and Pizza Hut for 6 months
Success!! While I was travelling this was probably the easiest thing to do.
I only ever had minor cravings for fast food if I happened to stop at a servo with a Maccas/KFC/HJs attached (as they pretty much all do on the Pacific Hwy), but seeing as I was on a budget and in hippy mode, I convinced myself that apples were much tastier. And for a while they were.
And then I got to the Gold Coast.
The fucking Gold Coast.
I'd blagged my way into a conference for work on the Goldie, that just so happened to be running at the same time as Uni Games. Long story short (which is rare for me), I find myself on a Monday night wandering around the trashtastic land of drunken debauchery that is Uni Games at the Gold Coast, without the ability to get into any clubs. And I'm drunk. And then I smell it. Hungry Jacks.
People have their own preferences for burgers/kebabs/fried chicken, but for me it has always and will always be Hungry Jacks. Particularly the heavenly combination of a Grilled Chicken Burger and a Bacon Deluxe Burger, which when combined account for 88% of my daily fat needs and 86% of my salt requirements. Pretty reasonable if you ask me.
I sat down, unwrapped the Bacon Deluxe (always start with the heavier burger and have the lighter chicken burger as a palate cleanser to end the meal), closed my eyes and bit down.
Just 5 minutes later and there was nothing left. You know that instantaneous feeling of regret that you get as soon as you've done something you shouldn't - hit the cricket ball straight towards the window, sculled the remaining vodka in the bottle, slept with your mate's sister - I felt none of it.
After no junk food of any kind for around 8 months there was no regret, no meat sweats, no purging into the gutter. In fact I felt so good I went to the Cas, met up with Mia on her 21st bday along with a bunch of the old Guild crew (who had also conned their way into a Gold Coast junket) and drank solidly for another 5 hours.
Since that night I haven't indulged again. So in the last 11 months I have eaten food from one major chain fast food store, and I've got very few urges to do so once more.
Unless I go back to the fucking Gold Coast, of course.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
#3
#3: Grow a beard
5 long, itchy, delicious, disgusting, hobo-like months and this is what I managed to come up with. Pathetic.
Although it somehow looks a lot better than the creepy 'after' photo
yuck.
5 long, itchy, delicious, disgusting, hobo-like months and this is what I managed to come up with. Pathetic.
Although it somehow looks a lot better than the creepy 'after' photo
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Wednesday, June 22, 2011
fan fiction
For those not in the know, fan fiction has always essentially been a made up story based on someone famous. More recently we adapted it to take the piss out of friends, family and ourselves. So if you've got a lot of time to burn, here are 4 different perspectives from 4 different authors, and their views on my travels.
#1
Chris relaxed on the couch, thoroughly enjoying the second State of Origin match on tv at his new house in Brisbane. It would be fair to say that Chris had been enjoying many new things in his life lately.
He was loving the freedom that came with being an official tennant for the first time. Sure, he missed his parents having dinner waiting on the table every night when he got home and actually having to pay rent was far ideal, but it was a small price to pay for the ability to live the dream, as he frequently told anyone who would listen.
He smiled as his whacky Chilean housemate started up another grating acoustic rock ballad on his guitar. It was great having such diverse housemates, and the thin walls of the house meant that they always felt connected to one another. It was true that they weren't exactly the life of the party when he did manage to get them out on the town, but gee it was nice to hang out with a crew who were different to his Perth friends. Besides, Chris religiously checked Facebook after each and every weekend to see what his hometown mates had been up to, and he was sure they weren't having anywhere near as much fun as when he was around - at least that was what he assumed as he couldn't be certain since he no longer understood any of their in jokes.
But the best part of his move was definitely his new job. He really had been getting sick and tired of getting the same generous pay cheque each week without ever really stretching himself, personally or professionally. Whereas now that he was promoting online grocery sales door to door he was really making a difference. It hardly mattered that he was earning a relative pittance, working long hours and getting abused regularly. Because it was his love of fresh and convenient groceries, delivered for free to your door on mondays and thursdays, that really got him out of bed in the morning.
Yes, life was good. Now he just had to work out what the fuck the rules were for this stupid fucking sport and it would be perfect.
#2
Chris Hassen had just spent the last 6 months living in a van, and he was fucking done!
This morning he was up at 7 for his new job, and he loved it. the simple act of doing the same thing every morning for 5 days in a row was something that had become alien to chris. The novelty of a van wake up in another fucking rural setting with some european bro had worn off about as quickly as that shitty weed those europeans always had.
Chris surveyed his immaculately neat room, everything was ordered and where it should be... not like in that fucking van. Chris walked into the kitchen, there was a stoned chilean bro in the loungeroom laughing his box off at kids tv. 'Hey Chris!' the chilean bro said excitedly 'You wanna go for a surf today?' FUCK NO CUNT shouted chris as he threw the mount franklin bong at the chilean bro. YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO SURF EVERY DAY FOR 6 MONTHS??? ITS FUCKIN SHIT!!" .......FUCK THE OCEAN!' .......'clean your shit up' chris said finally as he calmed down a bit, 'and get a fucking job'
Chris walked out the house.. satisfied... he was driven and ready for another day of hustling housewives for his fruit n veg dealer
#3
#4
Chris Hassen, self unemployed visionary, was driving his camper van along the New South Wales coast. After putting a surfing clinic for the locals at Coolum Beach that morning, he was now looking for next caravan park full of new friends that he could talk to about his days' surfing. Chris loved to tell stories to anyone who would listen. His favourite story of course was how an educated, talented, young guy had come to be in his current situation. Of course Chris knew that you can't just jump in with your back story as in "Hi I''m Chris...so anyway i decided to sell everything I own, buy a van and travel for year.." He knew it was important to be ask a few questions about themselves first otherwise you would come across as a massive jerk. The answers to these questions seemed unimportant, particularly once he decided that he didn't want to bang them any more. However, he would still always enjoy telling them his story not matter how ugly they were.
Chris was in a constant battle between wanting to have sex and the ability to convincingly tell a good story. He knew that in order to tell people that he was 'living the dream' without a care in the world, he needed to look like he didn't care. For this reason he had not trimmed his hair in a about a year nor shaved in almost as long. Also weather permitting, he didn't wear shoes. To a large extent he didn't actually care. Despite the fact that he knew that his beard looked like shit, he was confident that his allure and ability to tell a great story would tempt the girls into his van like a paedophile with candy.
Having arrived at a caravan park in Barina, Chris was quick to identify a group of young Polish girls. "This spot will do quite nicely" he thought to himself as reversed in to ensure that side door opened up on the same side as the girls' tent. Chris and the girls then spent the next few hours trading stories whilst they smashed back some beverages. They were even joined by some other backpackers from exotic places like Brazil and Morocco as well as not so exotic places such as England and Adelaide. Chris knew that his stories were better than anyone else's. However he all let them have a turn to telling one just so his would look better in comparison.
The night was going well. He had one of the Polish girls right where he wanted her. It was just the two of them at that moment drinking together as the others had gone to bed. He had her eating out of his hand whilst he fed her a story about a bridge in Tasmania that he had jumped off. Then, out of no-where, one of the English dudes came over and put his arm around the girl. Not wanting to look like the jerk, he didn't say anything. Instead leaned back in his chair, and gleamed at the English wanker whilst all the time sipping his beverage through a straw. The conversation had dried up. The Polish girl didn't care for Chris' stories any more. Not even the one about 4 hour pork belly that cooked some nights before. She was more interested in the English fuckwit stroking her leg. Chris intentional stayed longer than he knew he should have. Hoping that the awkwardness of him being there may at least prevent the other guy from having sex that night. It didn't. Alone, he kicked the ground as he walked back to his van.
"FUCKIN SLUT!" he punched side panel as he returned to van in what was a rare display of anger. "What the fuck is that girl thinking!" Chris thought to himself. For he knew that he was cooler and more interesting than that English dude. Sure the other guy was more tanned despite only being here for 3 weeks, but he dressed like a douche, was clean shaven and had fucking gel in his hair. Who the fuck gives a shit about what they look like when travelling in a camper van?
Frustrated at the prospect of yet another night of involuntary abstinence, Chris slammed the door after he stepped inside his abode. Alone, depressed and drunk, Chris was not thinking straight. He picked up his sharpest knife and hacked off a chunk of his beard. Immediately, he stopped and looked at the his clenched fist. He opened his palm slowly to reveal the long fiery strands of hair that once occupied the left cheek of his face. Looking up he stared into his pale reflection on the side window of his van. A solitary tear dripped from his eye. He felt the weight of the knife again in his hands and for a couple of seconds he considered slicing his wrists. However, in a moment of clarity he realised that the beard would grow back and that if he killed himself, how were the people of the world meant to hear about him 'living the dream'. So instead he fried up some chorizo, eggplant and mushrooms for some late night tapas.
The next morning Chris awoke knowing that he somehow made an arse of himself but without any real solid recollection of how or why. Considering it for the best, he threw on his captain's hat and left the caravan park heading up the coast. All the time looking to find Australia's best break to surf, mountain to climb, beer can to drink, German hitch-hiker to root or any other story who could imagine as he crosses things off his list.
Apologies to Max Lavergne. For true a lesson on fan fiction check out his efforts on http://reallyreallyreallytrying.tumblr.com/
#1
Chris relaxed on the couch, thoroughly enjoying the second State of Origin match on tv at his new house in Brisbane. It would be fair to say that Chris had been enjoying many new things in his life lately.
He was loving the freedom that came with being an official tennant for the first time. Sure, he missed his parents having dinner waiting on the table every night when he got home and actually having to pay rent was far ideal, but it was a small price to pay for the ability to live the dream, as he frequently told anyone who would listen.
He smiled as his whacky Chilean housemate started up another grating acoustic rock ballad on his guitar. It was great having such diverse housemates, and the thin walls of the house meant that they always felt connected to one another. It was true that they weren't exactly the life of the party when he did manage to get them out on the town, but gee it was nice to hang out with a crew who were different to his Perth friends. Besides, Chris religiously checked Facebook after each and every weekend to see what his hometown mates had been up to, and he was sure they weren't having anywhere near as much fun as when he was around - at least that was what he assumed as he couldn't be certain since he no longer understood any of their in jokes.
But the best part of his move was definitely his new job. He really had been getting sick and tired of getting the same generous pay cheque each week without ever really stretching himself, personally or professionally. Whereas now that he was promoting online grocery sales door to door he was really making a difference. It hardly mattered that he was earning a relative pittance, working long hours and getting abused regularly. Because it was his love of fresh and convenient groceries, delivered for free to your door on mondays and thursdays, that really got him out of bed in the morning.
Yes, life was good. Now he just had to work out what the fuck the rules were for this stupid fucking sport and it would be perfect.
#2
Chris Hassen had just spent the last 6 months living in a van, and he was fucking done!
This morning he was up at 7 for his new job, and he loved it. the simple act of doing the same thing every morning for 5 days in a row was something that had become alien to chris. The novelty of a van wake up in another fucking rural setting with some european bro had worn off about as quickly as that shitty weed those europeans always had.
Chris surveyed his immaculately neat room, everything was ordered and where it should be... not like in that fucking van. Chris walked into the kitchen, there was a stoned chilean bro in the loungeroom laughing his box off at kids tv. 'Hey Chris!' the chilean bro said excitedly 'You wanna go for a surf today?' FUCK NO CUNT shouted chris as he threw the mount franklin bong at the chilean bro. YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO SURF EVERY DAY FOR 6 MONTHS??? ITS FUCKIN SHIT!!" .......FUCK THE OCEAN!' .......'clean your shit up' chris said finally as he calmed down a bit, 'and get a fucking job'
Chris walked out the house.. satisfied... he was driven and ready for another day of hustling housewives for his fruit n veg dealer
#3
Chris awoke and stretched out in bed, at least, stretched out as much as could be achieved in a campervan. Yes his living quarters were small and cramped, yes he had been woken by the sun at 6am again, yes the girl lying next to him was another average looking, unshowered European......but none of this mattered, as far as he was concerned he was living the dream.
The real world could wait, thought Chris to himself, for the the 5th time that morning, as he pulled on his hippy pants. For the time being he had dreams, big, ambitious dreams, like working in a pub, surfing at least once more, growing his hair even longer and eventually being a stay at home son until his parents died and he took up squatters rights in their generous Applecross home.
#4
Chris Hassen, self unemployed visionary, was driving his camper van along the New South Wales coast. After putting a surfing clinic for the locals at Coolum Beach that morning, he was now looking for next caravan park full of new friends that he could talk to about his days' surfing. Chris loved to tell stories to anyone who would listen. His favourite story of course was how an educated, talented, young guy had come to be in his current situation. Of course Chris knew that you can't just jump in with your back story as in "Hi I''m Chris...so anyway i decided to sell everything I own, buy a van and travel for year.." He knew it was important to be ask a few questions about themselves first otherwise you would come across as a massive jerk. The answers to these questions seemed unimportant, particularly once he decided that he didn't want to bang them any more. However, he would still always enjoy telling them his story not matter how ugly they were.
Chris was in a constant battle between wanting to have sex and the ability to convincingly tell a good story. He knew that in order to tell people that he was 'living the dream' without a care in the world, he needed to look like he didn't care. For this reason he had not trimmed his hair in a about a year nor shaved in almost as long. Also weather permitting, he didn't wear shoes. To a large extent he didn't actually care. Despite the fact that he knew that his beard looked like shit, he was confident that his allure and ability to tell a great story would tempt the girls into his van like a paedophile with candy.
Having arrived at a caravan park in Barina, Chris was quick to identify a group of young Polish girls. "This spot will do quite nicely" he thought to himself as reversed in to ensure that side door opened up on the same side as the girls' tent. Chris and the girls then spent the next few hours trading stories whilst they smashed back some beverages. They were even joined by some other backpackers from exotic places like Brazil and Morocco as well as not so exotic places such as England and Adelaide. Chris knew that his stories were better than anyone else's. However he all let them have a turn to telling one just so his would look better in comparison.
The night was going well. He had one of the Polish girls right where he wanted her. It was just the two of them at that moment drinking together as the others had gone to bed. He had her eating out of his hand whilst he fed her a story about a bridge in Tasmania that he had jumped off. Then, out of no-where, one of the English dudes came over and put his arm around the girl. Not wanting to look like the jerk, he didn't say anything. Instead leaned back in his chair, and gleamed at the English wanker whilst all the time sipping his beverage through a straw. The conversation had dried up. The Polish girl didn't care for Chris' stories any more. Not even the one about 4 hour pork belly that cooked some nights before. She was more interested in the English fuckwit stroking her leg. Chris intentional stayed longer than he knew he should have. Hoping that the awkwardness of him being there may at least prevent the other guy from having sex that night. It didn't. Alone, he kicked the ground as he walked back to his van.
"FUCKIN SLUT!" he punched side panel as he returned to van in what was a rare display of anger. "What the fuck is that girl thinking!" Chris thought to himself. For he knew that he was cooler and more interesting than that English dude. Sure the other guy was more tanned despite only being here for 3 weeks, but he dressed like a douche, was clean shaven and had fucking gel in his hair. Who the fuck gives a shit about what they look like when travelling in a camper van?
Frustrated at the prospect of yet another night of involuntary abstinence, Chris slammed the door after he stepped inside his abode. Alone, depressed and drunk, Chris was not thinking straight. He picked up his sharpest knife and hacked off a chunk of his beard. Immediately, he stopped and looked at the his clenched fist. He opened his palm slowly to reveal the long fiery strands of hair that once occupied the left cheek of his face. Looking up he stared into his pale reflection on the side window of his van. A solitary tear dripped from his eye. He felt the weight of the knife again in his hands and for a couple of seconds he considered slicing his wrists. However, in a moment of clarity he realised that the beard would grow back and that if he killed himself, how were the people of the world meant to hear about him 'living the dream'. So instead he fried up some chorizo, eggplant and mushrooms for some late night tapas.
The next morning Chris awoke knowing that he somehow made an arse of himself but without any real solid recollection of how or why. Considering it for the best, he threw on his captain's hat and left the caravan park heading up the coast. All the time looking to find Australia's best break to surf, mountain to climb, beer can to drink, German hitch-hiker to root or any other story who could imagine as he crosses things off his list.
Apologies to Max Lavergne. For true a lesson on fan fiction check out his efforts on http://reallyreallyreallytrying.tumblr.com/
Thursday, May 19, 2011
# 24
#24: Help a stranger with mechanical problems
My dad is pretty much the King of Tradies. I'm not. But I can do a basic oil change and am pretty convinving at poking around at some random bit under the bonnet and saying "nah, that's fine. Problem's gotta be somewhere else", in my best I-totally-know-what-I'm-talking-about voice. So I figured that since I was driving the entire way around a pretty damn big country, and seeing as its something I've never done, helping someone out with mechanical problems would get a guernsey on the List.
In an ideal world I would have crossed this one off by stopping for a couple of hot Swiss chicks stranded in the middle of the desert who would have repaid my mechanical aptitude with much love and affection, rather than two middle aged dudes in the middle of Coffs Harbour suburbia, but I guess you've gotta take what you can get. Anyways, one of these guys was standing next to their car literally scratching his head, so I figured this was my time to shine.
Turned out they had a flat tyre and no jack handle. Did I have one they could possibly borrow? Of course. Did they need anything else? An ingenius contraption made out of pipe cleaners and clothes hangers to hold up their busted muffler? A raw egg and some chewing gum to stop their critically damaged radiator from leaking out everywhere? No? You sure? Fine, whatever. It still counts.
The guys were pretty grateful, and that's fair enough - its not every day your guardian angel rocks up disguised as a van driving ginger hippie. But what got me thinking was this: I've seen lots of people stranded by the side of the road before, but I've never stopped. I always assume there's an RAC guy or a Tradie Dad already on their way, or someone who actually knows what they're doing will stop, or if I stop for them then I won't be able to rescue the two hot Swiss chicks who might be stranded just around the corner. But this time I did stop, and pretty much it was only because of the List.
So as an extension of that, could you say that the Van List is making a difference to the world? Making it a better place for all of us, individually and collectively? Bringing a little bit of light to those who need it most? Well yes, now that you mention it. You could say that.
You're welcome.
My dad is pretty much the King of Tradies. I'm not. But I can do a basic oil change and am pretty convinving at poking around at some random bit under the bonnet and saying "nah, that's fine. Problem's gotta be somewhere else", in my best I-totally-know-what-I'm-talking-about voice. So I figured that since I was driving the entire way around a pretty damn big country, and seeing as its something I've never done, helping someone out with mechanical problems would get a guernsey on the List.
In an ideal world I would have crossed this one off by stopping for a couple of hot Swiss chicks stranded in the middle of the desert who would have repaid my mechanical aptitude with much love and affection, rather than two middle aged dudes in the middle of Coffs Harbour suburbia, but I guess you've gotta take what you can get. Anyways, one of these guys was standing next to their car literally scratching his head, so I figured this was my time to shine.
Turned out they had a flat tyre and no jack handle. Did I have one they could possibly borrow? Of course. Did they need anything else? An ingenius contraption made out of pipe cleaners and clothes hangers to hold up their busted muffler? A raw egg and some chewing gum to stop their critically damaged radiator from leaking out everywhere? No? You sure? Fine, whatever. It still counts.
The guys were pretty grateful, and that's fair enough - its not every day your guardian angel rocks up disguised as a van driving ginger hippie. But what got me thinking was this: I've seen lots of people stranded by the side of the road before, but I've never stopped. I always assume there's an RAC guy or a Tradie Dad already on their way, or someone who actually knows what they're doing will stop, or if I stop for them then I won't be able to rescue the two hot Swiss chicks who might be stranded just around the corner. But this time I did stop, and pretty much it was only because of the List.
So as an extension of that, could you say that the Van List is making a difference to the world? Making it a better place for all of us, individually and collectively? Bringing a little bit of light to those who need it most? Well yes, now that you mention it. You could say that.
You're welcome.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Highs and Lows
Its been a fair while since I last did a generic what's been going on post. So here goes, broken down into mini journeys along with their highlights and lowlights.
Melbourne - Canberra
I spent maybe a week between leaving Mat's place in Melbs and arrivng at Kirby's in Canberra, via Snowy River National Park and Mt Kosciuszko.
Highs: Golden Plains Festival (see previous recipe entry), Beautiful scenery and campsites around Kosciuszko, an excellent day's drive from Vic to NSW, following the Snowy River
Lows: Being balls cold every night. Incredibly steep and windy roads that reduced the van to an average of 35k's per hour, and me to a stressed out wreck.
Canberra
Planned on hanging with Kirby for a few day. Stayed for 8. Nothing like free accomodation and good company.
Highs: Catching up with Kirbalicious. One of the best things about this trip is hanging out with old friends and meeting new ones. Kirby is a super top bloke, even if he does work for the government, and his housemates are both super friendly and genuinely lovely people, even if they both work for the government. Other highlights were the War Memorial, National Art Gallery and the National Portrait Gallery. And of course Devi's bday picnic culminating in white water rafting down a river, on a couch.
Lows: Canberra has some pretty cool stuff. It just needs more of it. Much, much more.
Canberra - Sydney
From Canberra I headed down the coast as far as Eden, which is fairly close to the NSW/Vic border. Then spent about a week heading to Sydney.
Highs: Heaps and heaps of amazing small towns with lovely beaches and free or cheap campsites with hardly anyone around.
Lows: Hardly anyone around. Getting called in from a good surf coz some folks in the shallows saw a shark. The surf was good, damnit.
Sydney
Last year I put up Laura (an old lawn bowls acquaintance) for a night when she came over for uni games. This year she repaid the favour by putting me up for 8 nights. I think that's fair.
Highs: Seeing The Herd live. Amazing. Again. Finding a girl who actually liked my hair, and could put up with the beard. Manly and Newtown both rock. Could definitely move to Sydney permanently because of those two suburbs alone. Chinatown and bumming around the CBD in general.
Lows: $86 parking fine for reverse parrallel parking, instead of forward parrallel parking. Seriously?
Sydney - Coffs Harbour
I met Simone, a lovely Scottish lass, in Sydney and we headed up the coast for a week.
Highs: Lots and lots of awesome bays and beaches. Getting some awesome waves and generally chilling out in Treachery Bay. Buying awesome hippy/wrap/fisherman pants. Comfort to the max.
Lows: Weather was a bit temperamental with rain most afternoons. Easter Weekend. Serisouly folks, I have to camp somwhere every single night. I shouldn't have to put up with you and your families coming and crowding out my campsites just so you can get a few days off work. So selfish.
Coffs Harbour
Been staying with my Uncle in the hills just out of Coffs at his beautiful property for the last week. Should be here until mid July when I'm catching up with my sister in Byron.
Highs: Heaps of waves. Seeing Tijuana Cartel in the little hippy town of Belligen.
Lows: Heading back to the van for a quick beer between the support act and Tijuana Cartel, and then waking up 45mins later. Still saw most of the set. I think. Being an unemployed bum is awesome when its by choice, but now i'm looking for work and haven't found any yet, its just annoying. Life is just so damn hard sometimes.
Oh well, better go for another surf...
Melbourne - Canberra
I spent maybe a week between leaving Mat's place in Melbs and arrivng at Kirby's in Canberra, via Snowy River National Park and Mt Kosciuszko.
Highs: Golden Plains Festival (see previous recipe entry), Beautiful scenery and campsites around Kosciuszko, an excellent day's drive from Vic to NSW, following the Snowy River
Lows: Being balls cold every night. Incredibly steep and windy roads that reduced the van to an average of 35k's per hour, and me to a stressed out wreck.
Canberra
Planned on hanging with Kirby for a few day. Stayed for 8. Nothing like free accomodation and good company.
Highs: Catching up with Kirbalicious. One of the best things about this trip is hanging out with old friends and meeting new ones. Kirby is a super top bloke, even if he does work for the government, and his housemates are both super friendly and genuinely lovely people, even if they both work for the government. Other highlights were the War Memorial, National Art Gallery and the National Portrait Gallery. And of course Devi's bday picnic culminating in white water rafting down a river, on a couch.
Lows: Canberra has some pretty cool stuff. It just needs more of it. Much, much more.
Canberra - Sydney
From Canberra I headed down the coast as far as Eden, which is fairly close to the NSW/Vic border. Then spent about a week heading to Sydney.
Highs: Heaps and heaps of amazing small towns with lovely beaches and free or cheap campsites with hardly anyone around.
Lows: Hardly anyone around. Getting called in from a good surf coz some folks in the shallows saw a shark. The surf was good, damnit.
Sydney
Last year I put up Laura (an old lawn bowls acquaintance) for a night when she came over for uni games. This year she repaid the favour by putting me up for 8 nights. I think that's fair.
Highs: Seeing The Herd live. Amazing. Again. Finding a girl who actually liked my hair, and could put up with the beard. Manly and Newtown both rock. Could definitely move to Sydney permanently because of those two suburbs alone. Chinatown and bumming around the CBD in general.
Lows: $86 parking fine for reverse parrallel parking, instead of forward parrallel parking. Seriously?
Sydney - Coffs Harbour
I met Simone, a lovely Scottish lass, in Sydney and we headed up the coast for a week.
Highs: Lots and lots of awesome bays and beaches. Getting some awesome waves and generally chilling out in Treachery Bay. Buying awesome hippy/wrap/fisherman pants. Comfort to the max.
Lows: Weather was a bit temperamental with rain most afternoons. Easter Weekend. Serisouly folks, I have to camp somwhere every single night. I shouldn't have to put up with you and your families coming and crowding out my campsites just so you can get a few days off work. So selfish.
Coffs Harbour
Been staying with my Uncle in the hills just out of Coffs at his beautiful property for the last week. Should be here until mid July when I'm catching up with my sister in Byron.
Highs: Heaps of waves. Seeing Tijuana Cartel in the little hippy town of Belligen.
Lows: Heading back to the van for a quick beer between the support act and Tijuana Cartel, and then waking up 45mins later. Still saw most of the set. I think. Being an unemployed bum is awesome when its by choice, but now i'm looking for work and haven't found any yet, its just annoying. Life is just so damn hard sometimes.
Oh well, better go for another surf...
Monday, April 25, 2011
left or right?
Its been a while since I had a haircut. Chloe says I look like a lion. I got a photo of a lion at Taronga Zoo a few weeks ago. Personally Í don't know what she's talking about.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
#10
#10: Jump off a bridge
Its like a waterfall. But different.
So myself, Sebastian and Ange (my travel buddies from France and Germany, respectively) are walking along a gorge in Launceston (Tas) and this kid climbs up on the railing on this bridge. At first I thought he was going to kill himself. Then I sort of thought about it, and figured although it was pretty fucking high, it probably wasn't high enough to die from. Probably. So I figured he was just trying to do himself serious injury.
Turns out Sajeed is a 19 year old mad dog from Hobart who just decides to jump off stuff when he's got a few things on his mind. And he's jumped off this particular bridge 'probably 10 times', but other than his friends, no one else in Tassie is dumb enough to do it. But he doesn't know why, coz 'someone told me its pretty deep'.
He said I should jump too. I said no. He shrugged and jumped. It was a long way down. Then I figured that I didn't come all the way to Tasmania to not jump off a bridge. So I did.
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| it may not look it, but it was a long way down. a long way. |
Sunday, March 20, 2011
recipe for good times
Golden Plains Festival
(aka the best fun known to man)
Ingredients:
1 Supernatural Amphitheatre
1 relaxed camping policy
17 camp flags/markers
67 couches
6+ bands with 6 or more members
As much alcohol as desired
8 animal costumes, 5 body painted tuxedos, 7 wedding dresses, token morph suit, range of other novelty clothing
1 novelty clean up song
Minimal security
3000 pairs of shoes
Selection of novelty snacks
1 Cask red wine, selection spices, fruit
4000 glow sticks
Method:
1) Arrive at Supernatural amphitheatre Saturday morning. Due to relaxed camping policy, park wherever and camp in/next to your vehicle. Because everyone knows that making people park their cars and then carry all their gear so they can camp somewhere else is a dumbshit idea.
2) Erect camp flag/marker. Dress in novelty clothes. Wear for remainder of weekend, even if you're the guy who gets his one piece banana suit costume ripped and covered in mud within the first hour.
3) Carry couch(es) to top of amphitheatre. If possible, under one huge canopy set up 3 couches, 2 rugs, and a coffee table (and fruit bowl). Place esky with BYO-ed booze (no glass please) next to couch and enjoy for remainder of weekend.
4) MC will play 4 songs. Choose your favourite. Each time this song is played, all people must simultaneously dance and pick up rubbish. DMX's Party Up (Up in Here) is an excellent choice.
5) Set up one stage only, with as eclectic a range of bands as possible. And remember the old rule: chances are if you have more members, you'll be more awesome.
6) When band plays what you think is the set of the festival, wave shoes in air in show of appreciation. See video for details.
7) If hungry, cook up random selection of gourmet goods to ensure the greatest festival snacks ever.
8) If hungover, mix red wine, random spices and novelty fruits in a bucket to create refreshing, life-giving sangria.
9) When last recognised band of the weekend plays, have an all out massive glowstick war, whilst ensuring that everyone remains as relaxed, friendly and chilled out as they have been all weekend. (a good guide is to see if people are starting a 5am ping pong tournament, rather than wanting to punch on and be jerks).
10) Leave to sit for one amazing weekend.
Tips:
Provide extras such as free breath testing for drivers leaving the festival. Also ensure that security are relaxed and friendly, and don't have any deep down uges to 'smash some cunts'. Nice touches such as this will ensure that your guests will be sure to come back for second helpings.
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shoes in the air (apologies for sound quality. makes pulled apart by horses sound like a bogan metal band. which they aren't.)
Monday, March 7, 2011
generic update
Last post was on Jan 24. Poor form. I really didn't want to be that guy.
But I am, so you will just have to deal with it. Sorry.
I like to write in dot points for a number of reasons. Some of these are:
- Saves on doing grammar good and structure of sentences and stuff.
- Looks efficient and professional
- Makes it seem like you've said more than you have
- Lets me ramble and jump from topic to topic without having to come up with any sweet segues
Hence, I am going to write this post in dot point form
- Bailed on Adelaide the day after Australia Day. My head hurt. Moreso from seeing 2 songs performed by Jessica Mauboy, than the all day drinking, throwing up in a random public toilet on the tram line between Glenelg and Adelaide CBD thing.
- Lots of sweet towns between Adelaide and the start of the Great Ocean Road. Too sweet to bother remembering, coz I'm drawing a blank right now
- Great Ocean Road is good. Once you've seen one massive limestone monolith, you've seen them all. But seeing the first one is pretty cool. Also met some cool poms and random travellers as I got closer to Melbs
- Mat and Cassi (his housemate) are cool for letting me live in their driveway (but mainly their house) for wayyy too long. Also cheers to Collette for giving up her carpark for a few nights, and Marky for a spot on the street outside his apartment
- Melbourne is good. The weather isn't
- Tasmania is really good. The weather really isn't
- Highlights from Tassie: (yeah, I'm doing dot points within dot points. Deal with it)
~ seeing snow. SNOW! on Mt Wellington (overlooks Hobart) in Summer, in Australia. I only saw 2 really small patches. If I'd seen 3 it would've given me inspiration to write a sweet song. Ross, you should look into that.
~ travelling with a cool french chick and rad german guy for the first week, and another super chilled german girl for the second
~ super cool beaches. East coast of Tas has awesome nice white beaches. It was balls cold tho, so I was usually the only one in the water
~ heaps of wildlife. Unfortunately its usually dead, on the side of the road. But some of it isn't, which is nice.
~ amazing landscapes. Just like New Zealand*
~ mainly friendly caravan park patrons. We had a couple of sessions of 'quiet' drinks in the van over a few nights. We were asked not to return to one of the parks, apparently. (I walked away whenever there was a chance we could get in trouble, hoping that thick German and French accents would help us escape unpunished. Plus I'm a non confrontational pansy)
~ MONA. The Museum of Old and New Art. Some super rich guy decides to buy a sweet island/peninsula thing and dig a 5 storey art gallery into the ground and display his millions and millions of dollars worth of (mainly crazy contemporary) art for free. And of course he chooses Hobart to do it? Either way, its pretty awesome, even if i didn't understand half of the whacky shit that was going on in there. Exhibit A:
They drove a car between two walls and left it there. Apparently it wasn't cool enough to make it into the collection though, coz this was just outside somewhere. Other highlights include a full size Mack Truck parked/built into a hallway so you couldn't walk by, and could only see the front and the back. And the Damien Hirst piece that kinda looked like a 3D painting. Made entirely
of tens of thousands of flies glued together. If it sounds like its a bit too cool for school, it sort of is. But its also sort of amazing. I couldn't recommend it enough.
~ So yeah, Tassie rocks. I spent 2 weeks there and it wasn't enough. Could've done a month easy. So if anyone's thinking about it, do it.
- Heading to Golden Plains festival a few hours West of Melbs this weekend. Camping in van, BYO booze. Should be fairly incredible. Then hitting the east coast, Canberra and Sydney by early April
- The List is still happening. Just sort of slowly. Still eating random foods (curried scallop pies anyone?) and doing all that other stuff. I did complete a new one that I need to post about, but have to get the photos together first. Coz as Dooly used to say in his Jackass phase; if there's no footage, it didn't happen.
- That is all
*I've never been to New Zealand. Neither had my travel partners. But we want to. And we kept saying "I bet New Zealand is just like this", so it totally counts.
But I am, so you will just have to deal with it. Sorry.
I like to write in dot points for a number of reasons. Some of these are:
- Saves on doing grammar good and structure of sentences and stuff.
- Looks efficient and professional
- Makes it seem like you've said more than you have
- Lets me ramble and jump from topic to topic without having to come up with any sweet segues
Hence, I am going to write this post in dot point form
- Bailed on Adelaide the day after Australia Day. My head hurt. Moreso from seeing 2 songs performed by Jessica Mauboy, than the all day drinking, throwing up in a random public toilet on the tram line between Glenelg and Adelaide CBD thing.
- Lots of sweet towns between Adelaide and the start of the Great Ocean Road. Too sweet to bother remembering, coz I'm drawing a blank right now
- Great Ocean Road is good. Once you've seen one massive limestone monolith, you've seen them all. But seeing the first one is pretty cool. Also met some cool poms and random travellers as I got closer to Melbs
- Mat and Cassi (his housemate) are cool for letting me live in their driveway (but mainly their house) for wayyy too long. Also cheers to Collette for giving up her carpark for a few nights, and Marky for a spot on the street outside his apartment
- Melbourne is good. The weather isn't
- Tasmania is really good. The weather really isn't
- Highlights from Tassie: (yeah, I'm doing dot points within dot points. Deal with it)
~ seeing snow. SNOW! on Mt Wellington (overlooks Hobart) in Summer, in Australia. I only saw 2 really small patches. If I'd seen 3 it would've given me inspiration to write a sweet song. Ross, you should look into that.
~ travelling with a cool french chick and rad german guy for the first week, and another super chilled german girl for the second
~ super cool beaches. East coast of Tas has awesome nice white beaches. It was balls cold tho, so I was usually the only one in the water
~ heaps of wildlife. Unfortunately its usually dead, on the side of the road. But some of it isn't, which is nice.
~ amazing landscapes. Just like New Zealand*
~ mainly friendly caravan park patrons. We had a couple of sessions of 'quiet' drinks in the van over a few nights. We were asked not to return to one of the parks, apparently. (I walked away whenever there was a chance we could get in trouble, hoping that thick German and French accents would help us escape unpunished. Plus I'm a non confrontational pansy)
~ MONA. The Museum of Old and New Art. Some super rich guy decides to buy a sweet island/peninsula thing and dig a 5 storey art gallery into the ground and display his millions and millions of dollars worth of (mainly crazy contemporary) art for free. And of course he chooses Hobart to do it? Either way, its pretty awesome, even if i didn't understand half of the whacky shit that was going on in there. Exhibit A:
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| Car between two walls |
They drove a car between two walls and left it there. Apparently it wasn't cool enough to make it into the collection though, coz this was just outside somewhere. Other highlights include a full size Mack Truck parked/built into a hallway so you couldn't walk by, and could only see the front and the back. And the Damien Hirst piece that kinda looked like a 3D painting. Made entirely
of tens of thousands of flies glued together. If it sounds like its a bit too cool for school, it sort of is. But its also sort of amazing. I couldn't recommend it enough.
~ So yeah, Tassie rocks. I spent 2 weeks there and it wasn't enough. Could've done a month easy. So if anyone's thinking about it, do it.
- Heading to Golden Plains festival a few hours West of Melbs this weekend. Camping in van, BYO booze. Should be fairly incredible. Then hitting the east coast, Canberra and Sydney by early April
- The List is still happening. Just sort of slowly. Still eating random foods (curried scallop pies anyone?) and doing all that other stuff. I did complete a new one that I need to post about, but have to get the photos together first. Coz as Dooly used to say in his Jackass phase; if there's no footage, it didn't happen.
- That is all
*I've never been to New Zealand. Neither had my travel partners. But we want to. And we kept saying "I bet New Zealand is just like this", so it totally counts.
Monday, January 24, 2011
#13
#13: Hitchhike
This is hopefully going to be one of the least exciting entries of the list. So I'll try to keep it short.
I put down hitchhiking with no idea of how it might come about. The whole hitchhiking thing seems a bit pointless when you're travelling around in a van, but its something I'd never done before so it got a guernsey.
Only a week or so into the trip I found myself in Cape Le Grand National Park in Esperance heading out on a 15km hike. Plan was to get to the last beach on the hike and get a lift home from one of the families who would be picnicing there.
Hike went well. Awesome countryside, big hills, massive bays, steep hills, tough going. Everything you'd want from a 15km hike. And I managed to find this beach (probably the best among a bunch of other amazing beaches)
So after about five and a half hours I reached the end. I was stuffed, but pretty happy. Except unlike the day before there was absolutely noone around. So I waited half an hour. No deal. Walked back to the start of above beach, hoping for a lift with one of the families there. Same story. Another long walk back along the above the beach (its a big beach) to the campsite. Where noone was leaving.
So I took off down the main road for anoter 20min or so before I hitched a ride with the first guy going past. Was a miner from Kal. Good egg.
So overall I ended up walking 21km through some pretty tough country, and was absolutely rooted. And while I now appreciate the art of the hitchhker, I don't see why they don't just get themselves a van.
This is hopefully going to be one of the least exciting entries of the list. So I'll try to keep it short.
I put down hitchhiking with no idea of how it might come about. The whole hitchhiking thing seems a bit pointless when you're travelling around in a van, but its something I'd never done before so it got a guernsey.
Only a week or so into the trip I found myself in Cape Le Grand National Park in Esperance heading out on a 15km hike. Plan was to get to the last beach on the hike and get a lift home from one of the families who would be picnicing there.
Hike went well. Awesome countryside, big hills, massive bays, steep hills, tough going. Everything you'd want from a 15km hike. And I managed to find this beach (probably the best among a bunch of other amazing beaches)
So after about five and a half hours I reached the end. I was stuffed, but pretty happy. Except unlike the day before there was absolutely noone around. So I waited half an hour. No deal. Walked back to the start of above beach, hoping for a lift with one of the families there. Same story. Another long walk back along the above the beach (its a big beach) to the campsite. Where noone was leaving.
So I took off down the main road for anoter 20min or so before I hitched a ride with the first guy going past. Was a miner from Kal. Good egg.
So overall I ended up walking 21km through some pretty tough country, and was absolutely rooted. And while I now appreciate the art of the hitchhker, I don't see why they don't just get themselves a van.
update: perth to adelaide
Figured I might as well put something up to let everyone know what I've been up to. Basically, not a lot. Which has been amazing. I've been on the road for almost 3 weeks, and so far it has been exactly what I hoped for.
Haven't been partying it up or getting into too many adventures (well not the drunken shenanigans that normally qualify for adventures), but I've met some super cool people, checked out some super sweet spots that I would never had heard of otherwise, let alone visited, and I've just generally been having a ball.
I'm currently in Victor Harbor, about an hour and fifteen minutes South of Radelaide. Its pretty chilled out and I'm just kicking back until I head up to Adelaide again tomorrow to get my Aus day party on, and then I'll head over to Vic to get to Melbs for Laneway on the 5th. From there I imagine the shenanigan ratio will increase significantly.
Highlights so far include everything. But more specifically:
- Kicking it with Steve, Ben and the President of the State Upper House over homemade pizza in Cowaramup on my first night.
- Hanging out with Nolly for the first time in ages in Albany. And the Albany windfarm. Windfarms and windmills are my new favourite thing.
- Esperance. Wow. Hadn't been there since I was a little tacker. Can't recommend it enough. Has to have at least 10 beaches which shit on anything Perth and most of the rest of WA has to offer. And LeGrand National Park is so awesome its hard to describe.
- Norseman to Ceduna. About 1300km of pretty much nothing all the way across the Bight. And its totally awesome! Wouldn't exactly say its all that pretty, but its something that everyone should do. Just the idea of driving right across the bottom or Australia left me with a smile on my face the whole way.
- Elliston. Tiny little fishing town midway down the Eyre Peninsula. I heard a little rumour there were waves. There were. Amazing waves. And a nice little town to boot.
- Adelaide. Ridiculously cool town. Good things about Adelaide: it has awesome super mega markets right in the middle of town, there is a sweet pub on every corner, its hard to get lost, staying in North Adelaide (a ridiculously cool part of a ridiculously cool town.)
And a few numbers about the trip and the list so far:
Perth to Victor Harbor (straightest route possible): 2779km
Perth to Victor Harbor (my route): 4875km
No. of cars overtaken: 2
Triple J stations listened to: 7 (out of at least 20)
New foods tried: 2
Wins on pokies: 0
Surfs in each state and blocks of each state's beer: 2/2
New items on the list: Find a perfect, secret beach not marked on any map, and Listen to every song on my ipod (nano, thank god) from A-Z.
Peace,
christo
p.s. Current beard status: embarrassing
Haven't been partying it up or getting into too many adventures (well not the drunken shenanigans that normally qualify for adventures), but I've met some super cool people, checked out some super sweet spots that I would never had heard of otherwise, let alone visited, and I've just generally been having a ball.
I'm currently in Victor Harbor, about an hour and fifteen minutes South of Radelaide. Its pretty chilled out and I'm just kicking back until I head up to Adelaide again tomorrow to get my Aus day party on, and then I'll head over to Vic to get to Melbs for Laneway on the 5th. From there I imagine the shenanigan ratio will increase significantly.
Highlights so far include everything. But more specifically:
- Kicking it with Steve, Ben and the President of the State Upper House over homemade pizza in Cowaramup on my first night.
- Hanging out with Nolly for the first time in ages in Albany. And the Albany windfarm. Windfarms and windmills are my new favourite thing.
- Esperance. Wow. Hadn't been there since I was a little tacker. Can't recommend it enough. Has to have at least 10 beaches which shit on anything Perth and most of the rest of WA has to offer. And LeGrand National Park is so awesome its hard to describe.
- Norseman to Ceduna. About 1300km of pretty much nothing all the way across the Bight. And its totally awesome! Wouldn't exactly say its all that pretty, but its something that everyone should do. Just the idea of driving right across the bottom or Australia left me with a smile on my face the whole way.
- Elliston. Tiny little fishing town midway down the Eyre Peninsula. I heard a little rumour there were waves. There were. Amazing waves. And a nice little town to boot.
- Adelaide. Ridiculously cool town. Good things about Adelaide: it has awesome super mega markets right in the middle of town, there is a sweet pub on every corner, its hard to get lost, staying in North Adelaide (a ridiculously cool part of a ridiculously cool town.)
And a few numbers about the trip and the list so far:
Perth to Victor Harbor (straightest route possible): 2779km
Perth to Victor Harbor (my route): 4875km
No. of cars overtaken: 2
Triple J stations listened to: 7 (out of at least 20)
New foods tried: 2
Wins on pokies: 0
Surfs in each state and blocks of each state's beer: 2/2
New items on the list: Find a perfect, secret beach not marked on any map, and Listen to every song on my ipod (nano, thank god) from A-Z.
Peace,
christo
p.s. Current beard status: embarrassing
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
#30
#30: Meet someone famous
FF: Flayva Flav
FJR: Fat Jerk Roadie
Setting: christo and Downsy are side of stage watching Public Enemy at Southbound. Christo is losing his shit, holding the $3 clock they bought the day before as a joke.
(FF pauses mid song, looks over, points at christo's clock, points to his own clock, then back at christo and gives a massive smile, showing off his gold grills. christo loses his shit even more.)
2 minutes later: (FJR comes out of nowhere and grabs the clock off christo.)
christo: Hey, what the hell?
FJR: I'm going to wear it around my neck later. (Grins like the clock stealing asshole that he is, walks to the other side of stage)
5 minutes later: (FF comes to side of stage groupies and high fives everyone. Gives christo a sweet bro-hug)
christo: I'm so sorry Flav. That guy stole my clock.
FF: Is it even yours?
christo: Yeah, we got it in Perth. From K-Mart. (christo is very drunk and excited and is making little sense)
FF: Who took it?
christo: That FJR in the shit hat with the shit flames on the side of it.
FF: I'll get it back. (FF starts a new song)
30 minutes later: (set has finished. FF goes to FJR. FJR produces clock and they start taking photos with it. At this stage christo is accepting that FJR has won the day. FF pats FJR on the shoulder and goes to walk off stage. At the last second he turns back, grabs the clock, runs across stage and gives clock to christo. christo loses the plot completely and proceeds to tell everyone the story, over and over and over again for the rest of the weekend, and probably the rest of his life)
christo: FLAYVA FLAAAAAVVV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FF: Flayva Flav
FJR: Fat Jerk Roadie
Setting: christo and Downsy are side of stage watching Public Enemy at Southbound. Christo is losing his shit, holding the $3 clock they bought the day before as a joke.
(FF pauses mid song, looks over, points at christo's clock, points to his own clock, then back at christo and gives a massive smile, showing off his gold grills. christo loses his shit even more.)
2 minutes later: (FJR comes out of nowhere and grabs the clock off christo.)
christo: Hey, what the hell?
FJR: I'm going to wear it around my neck later. (Grins like the clock stealing asshole that he is, walks to the other side of stage)
5 minutes later: (FF comes to side of stage groupies and high fives everyone. Gives christo a sweet bro-hug)
christo: I'm so sorry Flav. That guy stole my clock.
FF: Is it even yours?
christo: Yeah, we got it in Perth. From K-Mart. (christo is very drunk and excited and is making little sense)
FF: Who took it?
christo: That FJR in the shit hat with the shit flames on the side of it.
FF: I'll get it back. (FF starts a new song)
30 minutes later: (set has finished. FF goes to FJR. FJR produces clock and they start taking photos with it. At this stage christo is accepting that FJR has won the day. FF pats FJR on the shoulder and goes to walk off stage. At the last second he turns back, grabs the clock, runs across stage and gives clock to christo. christo loses the plot completely and proceeds to tell everyone the story, over and over and over again for the rest of the weekend, and probably the rest of his life)
christo: FLAYVA FLAAAAAVVV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| (l-r) Downsy, Christo (holding clock) and the Flav |
#29
#29: Ride in a helicopter.
Myself and my good friend Downsy won a competition to fly to Southbound in a helicopter, along with a bunch of other sweet perks. I figured it'd be a pretty big deal and since its close enough to when I left it qualified for a position on the list.
So on the day of Southbound we fronted up to Jandakot airport in our sweet new captain's hats and aviators. To say we were excited would be a little bit of an understatement. We got our good mate Pilot Mike to take the obligatory happy snaps in front of the chopper, and cracked open our helicopter beers.
And then it all went wrong.
Pilot Mike told me there would be much less turbulence than on a normal plane flight. Pilot Mike is a liar. It certainly wasn't super rough, but it was just enough that after about 15 minutes into the flight I was feeling a bit queasy. 45 minutes in I was getting the sweats and was starting to get even paler than normal. An hour in and my head was buried in the complimentary in-flight sick bags.
But once my breakfast steak was dispatched with I felt a heap better, just in time for our flight to pass over Busselton and the Southbound campsite. We went in and scored our sweet deluxe tent, private shower and toilet, VIP (and later backstage access all areas) passes and just generally lived it up. But I was definitely dreading the ride home, knowing full well that after a weekend of Southbound shenanigns I would already be feeling pretty average.
Which is why when Ivana (our minder for the weekend) gave me our final part of the prize I was over the moon. "Apparently one of you got a bit sick on the way down, so we've organised for a private plane to take you back."
Awesome.
Myself and my good friend Downsy won a competition to fly to Southbound in a helicopter, along with a bunch of other sweet perks. I figured it'd be a pretty big deal and since its close enough to when I left it qualified for a position on the list.
So on the day of Southbound we fronted up to Jandakot airport in our sweet new captain's hats and aviators. To say we were excited would be a little bit of an understatement. We got our good mate Pilot Mike to take the obligatory happy snaps in front of the chopper, and cracked open our helicopter beers.
And then it all went wrong.
Pilot Mike told me there would be much less turbulence than on a normal plane flight. Pilot Mike is a liar. It certainly wasn't super rough, but it was just enough that after about 15 minutes into the flight I was feeling a bit queasy. 45 minutes in I was getting the sweats and was starting to get even paler than normal. An hour in and my head was buried in the complimentary in-flight sick bags.
But once my breakfast steak was dispatched with I felt a heap better, just in time for our flight to pass over Busselton and the Southbound campsite. We went in and scored our sweet deluxe tent, private shower and toilet, VIP (and later backstage access all areas) passes and just generally lived it up. But I was definitely dreading the ride home, knowing full well that after a weekend of Southbound shenanigns I would already be feeling pretty average.
Which is why when Ivana (our minder for the weekend) gave me our final part of the prize I was over the moon. "Apparently one of you got a bit sick on the way down, so we've organised for a private plane to take you back."
Awesome.
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