Becoming the Queen of Camping...

One Night of Camping....

So the family are playing country swap and are currently in London, leaving me kid-free for 3 glorious weeks. The first weekend I planned a camping trip down to Mt.Tamborine for a night and took my 2 favourite kiwis with me! For the one night we went we probably packed an average of 7kgs of clothing each, enough food for a week (97% sweets, chocolate and snacks) and obviously forgot key camping essentials such as plates and a spatula (camping error number 1)....cooking home-made burgers with a fork is tough. After setting up camp quite efficiently with no instructions we went to explore the surroundings, there are a lot of nice creeks and waterfalls in the Tamborine National Park. If we were to go back in time I would probably change my poor choice of attire...wearing high waist shorts with a belt that pulls them slightly too high (camping error number 2) was definitely not appreciated by my lady region and if I remain forever childless, this will definitely be up there as one of the main causes! We spent a far from quiet night sat around the fire with a few beverages, toasting any food we could on the end of a stick and dipping in a pot of aeoli. Camping error number 3 was putting me in charge of the fire; I managed to flick a ball of flames onto Alex, causing lots of girly screams and chaos of throwing drinks everywhere before we eventually extinguished her with a glass of wine...I personally thought it was hilarious.

Moral of the Story?
Should have just took a big mac meal made large...and maybe a different pair of shorts

The following weekend I embarked upon a 13 hour drive up the East Coast to the Whitsunday Islands. Within the first 5 minutes we had already gone the wrong way and been attacked by a mosquito! Nine hours later we were crawling into the first petrol station we had seen in over 100km using the fumes of the petrol can! We reached Shute Harbour with plenty of time to spare so stopped at Hungry Jacks for a nice breakfast whopper (McDonalds had their friggin breakfast menu on or would have had a BigMac..) This was a trip i truely realised how much my life revolved around food....we were told to pack lightly for the boat transfer so I moved some of our dry food into the car along with some of the spare butane and other bits and bobs we dont need. Once we arrived on the island we realised the car was also full of petrol fumes and was parked in a non-shaded area, putting the cans of butane at risk of blowing up...I was furious in case we lost the few tins of spaghetti and box of cereal I had left behind. After an awesome week on Whitehaven skinny dipping, snorkelling with sharks and stingrays and camping on a beach we were ready to get back to the mainland (ultimately because we had nothing left to eat...) 
The following day we set off to go and dive the barrier reef...the boat trip was quite rocky and I witnessed a small Chinese woman fill about 10 sick backs in 5 minutes. Big pat on the back to her boyfriend for sticking with her throughout, I would have bailed before bag number 2! The trip cost $210 without the scuba so I made it my mission to make some of the money back on the buffet lunch (totally ignoring the usual statement about how everyone needs to eat...) I was also furious to see the same Chinese woman who had spewed so shamelessly on the boat swanning round eating king prawns..shot not sat near her on the way home! I nearly missed the transfer back because I was actually too busy eating a chicken drumstick...Snorkelling the reef was surreal and finding Nemo was actually awesome! Nailed a night out in Airlie Beach after which was a bit chronic the next day starting the journey home at 9am after packing a tent away. Too many funny things to even sum up but quotes of the week:
1. Why am I single?
2. I love being overweight...
3. Should have been shot at birth!
4. Where are the timtams?
5. Hold on...let me just finish this drumstick

<3 Ash, Kenzi and Ronnie for an amazing trip!!

Moral of the story?
Definitely should not have had a KFC on the way home...