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

pool "by the beach"

night fever night fever but don't know why

punch. enuff said.

errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, cant move. have big hunk of metal on back.

remember to breathe, remember to breathe. concentrate.

ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh shit

we met some boys......:)

lynds birthday night

coffs harbour sing along session

lynds, anne-marie, dom, luke n kat....coffs crew

a big bird (island) and kat

whos the fitties on the rock???

marine thing that is not a porpoise in the porpoise pool. hmm.....

trouble in form of two irish ladies

kat on the pull

coffs beach...place of run

percy the pelican (lyndseys new boyfriend)

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.

written by  lynds-n-kat on November 12, 2006 from Coffs Harbour, Australia
from the travel blog: Lynds and Kats red-carpet-tour of Australia
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