The Whitesundays Stole My Socks

Airlie Beach

Airlie after an over-night bus trip and checked into a hostel. As we were walking out a group of aussies invite us over for rum and cokes. True it's only 10:30 in the morning, but we decide to join them :)

End up going thru a number of jugs and eventually head with them to an AFL game. Or footy as they call it. Good times, we met their other friends and Brett even helped one guy named 'Rager' hit on the concession girl by passing on rager's number to the girl. The girl had no idea who Rager was, and never seen what he looked like. But she has Rager's number at least.

After the game they dropped us off at the hostel and we starting drinking with the german people that we were sharing our dorm with. Cool group - the girls agreed to be Rye Girls and can't wait to check out the site. The german guys hit the booze hard - in fact a little too hard .... they ended up throwing up even before we had a chacne to go to the bar. But the german girls were still game for heading out and came with us to the bar. They were in fact looking forward to the wet t-shirt contest that was going on tonight!

Got in a little bit of trouble in the bar. The outside patio ends at the sidewalk and no liquer is allowed past there. The bouncer gruffly told us this and obviously had his head up his ass. So Brett and I couldn't help but challenge his authority. We would creep to the line and sneakily put our toe over the line ..... criminals!! But the more we got away with, the more we pushed our luck. The bouncer caught us in our game though, and came storming over - swearing and telling us to fuck off and that he'll fucking kick us out. He had rage issues. And I'm not sure if all the swearing was necessary.

We later asked him if he'd take a picture with us in a headlock (for our scrap book). He agreed.

Sailing the Whitesundays

After braving the perfect storm, we arrived at an island for a bush walk (hhehe, bush .... but it's not like that). ANYWAYS, I put a pair of socks in my raincoat. It's my LAST pair and thought I'd might want to wear them on the walk. During the walk I discover there's a hole in my pocket ..... and that my socks are gone. My last pair of socks, that escaped the gay theif from the netherlands, are stranded somewhere out on some island in the Whitesundays. Probably being worn by the biggest spider I have ever seen in my life. It must love attention and having it's photo taken, because it built it's web just a little over head-height on the path. It will haunt my dreams ..... I think it even tried to offer me candy if I'd come a little closer ....

Weird girls on this boat. A group of them had apparently gotten together and smoked one of the girls' pubic hair. That's right: PUBIC HAIR. They rolled it up and smoked it. That ..... that's ..... just not right.

Back on land we met up with a constable from England - Rob was his name. I wish good karma for Rob. He whole-heartedly joined us with jugs of rye and coke - and didn't mind that we always wanted him to flash his badge at any girl that sat down with us. Rob even offerec us a place to crash in England, if ever we head to those parts. Ryeandcoke.com salutes you ROb!

CAIRNS

....all I remember is saying "That shooter wasn't sour puss! That was absinthe! (hiccup)" ....