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i now have no land legs wither

Airlie Beach, Austria


i miss the boat. and the food and the waves crashing over us and i can't walk on dry land.

in other news the sun has rturned now we are not on the boat (typical)
and lynds did pople dancing last night.
that's food for thought boys ay?



permalink written by  lynds-n-kat on December 11, 2006 from Airlie Beach, Austria
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fucking boats

Airlie Beach, Austria


errrrrr......seasick.....

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permalink written by  lynds-n-kat on December 10, 2006 from Airlie Beach, Austria
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the good ship boomerang ooo arrrrr.....

Airlie Beach, Austria


so we're in the tropics!!!!! it is betting hotter all the time and when we arrived in airlie were most excited and looking forward to the whitsunday barrier reef yaught cruising that somebody somewhere in the red carpet tour had thought to book us lost ladies onto.

we arrived at the harbour and were introduced to our world racing champion 83ft fuck off boat and the crew of three. shannen who was our acdc loving skip, first mate junior who thinks that salad cream is mayonnaise and josh the general cabin boy and ship's cook who knows what mayonnais is.

we were an unlikely bunch of 27 (there was no way names were to remembered but we tried) and it soon became apparent that an 83ft yaugh does not sail itself and that slave labour still continues in this world in the form of continual winching of sails.and dropping of sails and gear changing and boom shifting. that's what we were for. so we boarded and with in minutes and every other minute i was on my bum or my face as i have no sense of balance or anything on a boat (this actually got better as goon was drunk) and lynds eyes to the sky "where's the sun for the sunbathing on the boat".

yet again we were pegged as troubkle from the start but although it is slightl dangerous to put me near something you can fall off and lynds near german girls with faces like slapped arses. we were brilliant company compared to happy and happier, the german couple who never smiled spoke or acknowledged the theme park like haven we were travelling around. (germans)


was fantastic though and contrary to popular belief- sailling is fucking cool. i now want a boat and lyndsey wants her breakfast back that she decorated the head sail with in horrific and comical dangeling-of-legs-over-the-bow in heavy chop stomach emptying scenario. think that's enough detail really.

sailing really is it's own world. the first evening we all becam e drunken sailors as there really is nothing else to do especially as our witsun's was quickly becoming wetsuns. the usual games came out and we spent the evening trying to say anything in Slovenia (is well hard) trying to understand the irish in slightly drunken slur and why the germans just wanted to be miserable.

as the trip was becoming over cast the evening moonlight was spectacular throught the clouds me and lynds sat at the bough listening to the animals on the island and imagining being peter pan.


each day we were awoken by six in ultra hot bunk beds had a quick cup of tea and went snorkelling around the various reefs. much of 'my god look it's that fish that's always on the posters ' and what's the grey thing on the bottom happened.

the fish were really curious and kept following us and ncircling in a very plotting something very cunning fachion. (can't spell)

dispite it not being really sunny boat life is great. and we had sailing on 'kat please tie your bag to the boat. please' extreme angles. and evenings discussing the benefits of having a wailing wall with the isrealis and why ice hockey is important to the social structure of canada. no really this drunken ramblings may be important to the future on mankind. that was adrian the irish's imput. and to be fair he can't keep a simple rythum to play 'names of types of' so "actual results may vary......."

the last night was mellower with slow passing of the time back on the goon till the early morning and lots of games of guess what i am now and 40-40 at four in the morning. (turns out Slovenians are bloody good at hiding. think rok is still on there somewhere)

it was an all round amazing experience and memorable for the views, baeutiful white beaches and an ever present of feeling of the sea is awesome, in the true sense of the word.


-now i have never been a big sea person in a very i'm-a-human-i-belong-on-land way, but being able to sail with a beautifully functioning machine like vessel and a group of truely hilarious nationalities for a couple of days and you can not help but want


permalink written by  lynds-n-kat on December 8, 2006 from Airlie Beach, Austria
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radical dude!!!! and all that jazz (ooommmmmmm)

Rockhampton, Australia


what a day of delightlful doing of stuff..

we are now in a beautiful town on 1770. is tiny and there are a lot of people who have both eyes and there enitire family close together.

is dead chilled though and we thought it time to get off (rather large) arses and start doing things again after slump at dingos....

yet again we are being followed up the coast and have met up with old friends, and made some new in the form of the local weirdo group of hippies! wade and linc at the surf center who helped us stop fannying around for a change and gave us a surf lesson.

they were the ultimate surfere dude stereotype. cvlonde hair to shoulder, too much stoning slow speech and a mamoth 15mins no less to take the boards of the truck which had interupted stories of the expected waves and last nights piss up to halt progress.
however, they knew what they were doing and made sure we did and to be honest. after a few of their tips and pointers.


we kick ass... i know that you should always be gracious and modest but seriously even the surf guys were like "you girls are all over it" and were shocked we'd never surfed before.

was fucking awesome and seriously addictive. i challenge any reformed crack addict to try get out the water after catching a few good waves in.

after surfing went on to do run that day on the beach (of course) consume the best toasted sandwhiches known to man (a george foreman in. a hostel kitchen.- medal and big hat to whoever thought that one up, am sick to death of only eating things that boil or react with hob only to eat)
then and i quote "quick shower, pop over to the meditation class and cup of tea before bed"

yes, there is no way you can turn down the opportunity to go to a free meditation in the middle of middle of know where oz and have your chakras and light of your door to the kingdom of heaven re-aligned, with some locals and by some tarot reading french woman who believes she is a crow and can fly up to the moon.

seriously though apart from the "pick which animal of mother nature is leading your life." pack of cards. really now?! we were pleasantly surprised and actually was a zoning out experience. could have been the emence day of two hour surfing followed by run and the dimmly lit room though... was weird to suddenly find ones self in a a pre school hall in some small town concentrate on a candle flame and going "ommmm."
but from our hearts, which are our eyes in our chests, obviously. another one of those how did i find myself here, must not have been concentrating scenarios.

genereally, good day all round. we even have our very own chicken salt now. ( is it salt that chickens use or made of chicken or made by chickens nobody knows....)



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Team Party, Porn and Problems : the legend that was Fraser Island

Bundaberg, Australia


hello kids.
i do wonder if anyone is reading these things.
me again, this is lynds, not katie (started calling her katie, which ive only just really noticed is her name. well actually, apparently, its kady, as somewhere between england Australia, Captain Cook lost his ability to pronounce T's)

anyway, getting sidetracked, this is lynds, not katie, therefore you will possibly understand this 'blog'

just got back from fraser island. what a fucking experience. can barely even put into words what a fantastic time we have just had. i have an aching stomach from a constant state of pissing-myself-laughing, gripping my seat in fear and the consumation of a quantity of alcohol that i am more than certain borders upon illegal in some more civilized nations of the world.

the scenario:

  • one viciously rusty 4x4 vehicle (by name of Jordan, as was more than top heavy), loaded up with all-dem-tings that we need for 3 days on a sandy island with lotsa flies and wild dogs.


  • four slightly delirouos, lazy yet incredibly funny chain-smoking russian/german boys and their wodka stash, two awesome 'lasses' from the land of Durham, a lovely couple from the 'nederlands' and me and the northerner. all brought together by fate of chance and cramped into the back of a clean-but-soon-to-be-sandier-than-the-average-beach Jordan (the car thing with large wheels)


  • one map. with tide times and places to go on the island, sounds simple enough doesnt it. drive along the beach at low tide and dont at high tide. ha.

  • a lot of food. like so much food.

  • a lot of alcohol. though apparently not enough.

  • one island, no doctors, no showers, no phones, no reception, lots and lots of evil and unrelenting flies, so so so much sand, a few sharks, surrounded by rip tides, big birds that eat snakes for breakfast and a fucking LOT of wind.


  • the party:
  • just the best group of people in the hostel that could have come together. we all got on, despite language barriers, like a house on fire and genuinely pissed ourselves laffing through 3 days.

  • drank all of our alcohol in the first night whilst dancing on the eskys (cool boxes) to german house music, scaring off the dingos, weeing in the bushes and pissing off all the other groups who had faces like slapped arses (clearly as wanted to dance on, and fall off, eskys too but were too fucking boring).


  • then the second night drank all of the team next doors alcohol. for free. amazing.

  • came to develop an affection for previously thought-of-as-shite music, namely german house and justin timberlake. coz after 3 days of no shower and sleeping on the beach, we were all bringing sexy back. yup.

  • the porn: see photos. lake mackenzie. my bad potentially. some unfulfilled career ambitions.

    the problems:

  • ahhhhhhhhhhhh fuck so many. bare in mind 1000 dollar fine for fucking up car in any way.

  • magically evaporating wingmirror on first night. there in the night, not in the morning....potentially fault of 10 very drunk european-types and esky-dancing to 'put your hands up for Detroit'. nowhere to be found. i blame the dingoes.

  • general lossage and findage of kats camera and wallet.

  • LOTS OF FUCKING WIND on the first night. put that with being on the beach with tents, and after substantial quantities of alcohol and you get drunk-lynds-sitting-on-a-flyaway-tent-cursing-the-darned-climate-and-passively-wondering-where-the-fuck-kats-stuff-was. and the car keys.

  • fucking up the tide times (courtesy of us being knobheads, the germans being lazy and the dutch being hungover) thereby getting stuck at the north of the island at high tide, with fading light and no way to get back other than drive through very soft sand.

  • driving through very soft sand = overheated and smoking engine. nooooo very good with fading light on a deserted island. 1.5 hr pitt stop whilst shitting ouselves was necessary for engine to cool


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    grrr the enevitable happened

    Bundaberg, Australia


    so yes in aftermath of drinking guitar fused fun night the enevitable happened. kat lost her camera. it's gone was there one minute gone the next. not disimilar to certain wing mirror incident.
    came home with me thenthe next day gone. three weeks people three weeks it lasted!!!!

    pretty much tthink it's karma for not actually dying in some strange high tide crashing into a wash out incident on fraser though. funniest thing was how uplifted we were when the magic eight ball siad it would turn up again in time which it clearly wont as a ball filled with liquid and answer based on strange mystical magnetic pulls in suspension and pure luck.
    oooh maybe it will then.....

    spent the day looking for camera and sleeping and cleaning the crap off from fraser still. weather is getting hotter and here (rainbow beach) is the best place in the world to slob out which we are doing with both style, pride and complete and utter heart.

    now spent two days by pool drinking tea and blissfully waining the day in semi conscious state and warming ourselves under the december sun?!? i just can't get head round that one i'
    m afraid and have tried lots really!!!

    certain boys from byron have not only rocked up not onlyy at our hostel but in our room no less..... joy....law of sod i believe. eeeeekkkk

    alcohol comsumption has plumeted as comatose sitting condition is bringing around a much needed detox... a little too late we fear from looking at some photos and considering beer volume which has been not unlike a niagra for the last few days (fraser)

    am peeling like an over ripe tomato in places and lynds has become ongoing meal for the flying things of the whole of queensland.

    are going to see the carlo sandblow tonight but as usual for us someone is driving us there and we dont really know what it is.... should be fun though

    permalink written by  lynds-n-kat on December 2, 2006 from Bundaberg, Australia
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    The Crocodile Hunter: In Loving Memory

    Noosa Heads, Australia


    Anyone else think kats 'blogs' (hate that word) dont make much sense???? (exhibit A...one about Sydney ness). Sorry Katie, dont kill me, or shout, but i can noooo make head nor tale of most of them, punctuation would be marvellous. Loving this new relationship of honesty and unconditional love we have developed. (im going to die when she finds this)

    anyhooo.....thought id write a little note about this fabulous place we went today called Australia Zoo. Its a small place, if you compare it to the size of Queensland, so was lost pretty much 90% of the time. Miss Hale was obviously very useful in contributing to directions off very-colourful-and-chessington-world-of-adventures-reminiscent-map. Actually, saying that she did get one direction right, cant remember which one but i remember the shock.

    Now...not a big fan of zoos. Animals in uber-small enclosures being made to perform for food etc.... (hippy mother can u tell? )....but Australia zoo i was really impressed with. as was the northerner. Very few of the animals were fully enclosed, and you could wander between the kangaroos grazing around, just having a chill session. All of the shows were really nicely done (if u get me)...and were primarily educational not performative (ie...dont stand next to water if you dont want to get eaten. i sense that particular statement was for the benefit of the 'whooping' americans occupying the stands)...which made us feel a little more comfortable.

    On a less joyous note, the tribute wall to Steve Irwin was a sobering part of the trip, and actually really sad. Obviously Australia Zoo was his lifes work, and as we learnt in our 'educational' trip, where he grew up. There were loads and loads of khaki shirts and all sorts on a wall for him and messages to his family. Very sad.

    anyhoo....

    Saw the legendary crocodile show (obviously the late-departed was not doing it, but it was cool nevertheless), wild birds, snakes, fed an elephant, cuddled the kangaroos (who were super friendly), patted a koalas arse, got chased by a wombat on a mission, laughed at kat trying to 'fit in' with the kangaroos, and ate some chips. And a pie for breakfast.
    Good day all round.

    permalink written by  lynds-n-kat on November 27, 2006 from Noosa Heads, Australia
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    kats hungover and im bored

    Noosa Heads, Australia


    Hey kids far and wide....

    this we have decided is a far easier way to track our travels and let people read what were doing, out of choice, not by evil and most irritating emails, addressed to 'enough people to fill a town hall' (Oscar Lawrence, 26.11.06, pp 12)

    We are currently resting our sunburnt arses in a little town called Noosa, about 2 hours north of Brisbane (or for my girls, Bris-Vegas). Got here yesterday, actually no thats a lie, the day before......and have been busying ourselves with such activites as kayaking, lounging on beaches, getting drowned repeatedly by waves that dont leave enough time between them for you to get back up again, eating pies (thats just me, kat watches), and waiting for kat to get her sorry hungover arse out of bed (fault of cocky norweigan with ' i can drink a beer faster than you' challenge.)

    i am awake, not out of choice, but fault of very loud French girls who are very excited to have arrived, and a dry-cornflake eating man in the dorm. (which most of you probably know is enough to cause me to murder)

    tomorrow....Australia zoo...yayyyyyyyy!!!! Even though its waaaay to pricey, and cannot afford in the slightest.....we feel the need to pay tribute to the late and great Mr-Irwin and pay our respects. (though i have in a sense already done that by accidently whacking a great big stingray when kayaking in shallow water yesterday......thought it was a croc as made great big fuss wiggling away...naturally a screaming session ensued and kat thought i had died....but all was ok. im not dead...although i am very sunburnt, and sunburn on arse feels like death)

    anyhoo....running out of time here. Were in Noosa, its hot, too hot, and sunny, and there are lots of palm trees and pelicans and norweigans.

    Over and out
    Lynds (and kat from her unconcious position near loud-frenchies)
    xxxxxxxxx



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    where did all the 17 year olds come from?!?!?!?

    Byron Bay, Australia


    oh dear lord. what the hell have we just entered. really now.
    we left coffs yesterday with a oh i'm leaving home all over again feeling but also a lets go cos we caused a little bit of boy tention so run! run away and scream denile if all else fails....

    so we had high hopes for byron... sexy, chilled out little bay of semi hippies that we could live up red carpet tour but no!!!! no i'ts full of schoolies who are running a muck stopping us from getting to the bar and we (i especially are literally loosing myself in the crouds of them due to height deficiency.

    bay is beautiful though and we did mamoth trek to light house which proudly had 1901 written on it. impressive till lynds realised that her house is older view was another of those post card ones that we are near immune to now.

    hostel is no where hear aussitels brilliance for a start we have one bathroom to share and two german girls spend there whole time in there. and if they're not in there they're trying to get in there.... hmmm.... sounds nothing like germans.

    has cool bars that me and lynds have been asserting ourselves in. usually in very embarrassing (but stylish of course) dancing on tables and drinking much of the all too flowing beer that has become regular fixture in diet.

    atleast i came home each night and have complete memories. names will not be said but it's kat typing before slander is cast onto the innocent.

    found awesome live band as well at a bar called the rails but were too late to hear it all but just in time to hear absolute gem of a line from a schoolie when were caught with no where to run at the bar....

    "i'm not having the best time cos i have a girlfriend. just thought i should say that incase you thought i was being a sexual predator"

    lynds did usual laughing in someones' face so not choke on beer... i did a quite blatant looking up and down of the prepubesant squirrel features next to me and sigh of you poor deranged little boy. needless to say he sloped off....

    and so at a total loss of what to do surrounded by the deviant rich kids we went on mamoth bar crawl so as to dilute the pain oh being surrounded by the same ones for too long, hitting any and i think most drinking establishments in byron... was very healthy and i think my dad will be proud.

    so we're moving on to somewhere... but first need a shower so will need an army the size africa to remove greta and gunter features from bathroom or will stay with schoolies forever..... no!!!!!!!!!!!


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    tally tally tally ho!!!!! and underwater frolicking

    Coffs Harbour, Australia


    "Coffs Harbour is just where we'll do our dive course" how dare me and lynds think that about a place we will make no decisions or judgements ever again. we were so wrong.

    four days we'll stay. still there ten days later in the best hostel we have ever been in. they cook for you get you pissed and drive you round.

    after the intolerance of indy's at Sydney we were compensated for sure here.
    is all kinds of beautiful the beaches and views etc.....

    started well here and were introduced to the whole world of pain the next day that is aussitel punch night. was awesome as was also lynds birthday so the 'reception boys' got cake and much merriment was to be made with thirty or so equally drunk people.

    met some fabulous people and it seemed although coffs was blatantly a sleepy little town we could def wake it up..... usually with vodka, goon and tropical juice in a quanity of your choice (free stuff yey!!) and embarrassing games drunken trips down the beach and (in the sea) and really badly timed karaoke as in any time is badly timed.

    punch debauchery, and the trouble that enevitably happens when alcohol, me and lynds, some equally alcohol 'liberated' irish, boys and a dance floor are put together, happened more than enough.

    learnt to dive with more than promiscuous christian and crew.
    me and lynds suddenly found ourselves in the classroom at seven in the morning hungover and with charts and numbers trying to concentrate on things that would save our lives, laughing as pissed still and wandering just how we have ended up back at school and what the hell is a o-valve, why does it sounds so rude and why do i have to check if mine leaks.
    the most amazing fun especially when you make up ridiculous underwater signals and have intersting whole in crotch of suit to contend with at very embarrassing moments...

    here was where the blessed tea on tap was discovered and we wasted many a day being british, consuming the tea supply in coffs, sat in our hangovers by pool with hyperactive boys and irish ladies that had mess for brains but in a really good way. we were just and morally inept foursome around alcohol. but again in a really really good way. hmmm....

    was also place of being caught in brawls, getting lost somewhere in Japan for ages in the botanical gardens (seriously kat we've gone in a circle we're back at central america again..) rope swings ,dolphin spotting, birthday shopping, (free stuff yet again just for being born love it) foam parties, boy trouble (pretty much interest verging on marriage proposals and stirring up interst where we shouldn't. oops. our bad.) and lessons of just how much wine is not advisable to drinnk before a) punch night and b) going out into the public domain.

    there's so much i could say but if you ever want to damage yourself alcoholically, stalk sharks with insane locals, lose an obscene amount of clothes in circumstances unknown or waste some time doing the funnest nothing known to man with other people. this is your place....

    oh me and lynds can no play volley ball.

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