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.

surfs up

surfs up

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.

awaiting for surf lesson

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....)

written by  lynds-n-kat on December 5, 2006 from Rockhampton, Australia
from the travel blog: Lynds and Kats red-carpet-tour of Australia
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id say about 50% of that made sense ?? :)

written by  Francesa on December 6, 2006

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And hey, it looks like you stumbled across our latest bug, that's caused a few duplicate blog entries. I don't suppose you could help me track it down? I think it's related to the AutoSave feature that went live a couple weeks back.

Could you try to remember the EXACT steps that you went thru to put this post up? Here is my best guess of what might have happened:

- write a bunch of text
- oops. forgot to upload my photos for this entry
- copy & paste to notepad
- upload photos
- hit finished & go back to blog entry
- copy & paste from notepad
- fill in title, etc. again.
- hit save.

Is that close? I'm trying to track down exactly what steps are needed to make double posts show up, so that I can reproduce it at my end, and make sure it stops happening.

Thanks,
Jason

written by  Jason Kester on December 7, 2006

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