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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).


    • fraser island night one

  • 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.


    lake macenzie

    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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    permalink written by  lynds-n-kat on December 2, 2006 from Bundaberg, Australia
    from the travel blog: Lynds and Kats red-carpet-tour of Australia
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