Last day - and then the carnage of Airlie beach

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We literally lay around on the boat all day sailing back to Airlie, only moving ourselves to stop for some snorkling and lunch! Irene and I decided there was no point in staying in Airlie that night, we would go for a few drinks but everyone would really be going home at about ten-ish anyway, so we may as well get the night bus to 1770. By nine-ish everyone was anihilated and the bus wasn't looking that attractive, cue a drunk Irene, and drunker Tommy and sober Vanessa and Karoline going down to the bus stop to try and tell the bus driver that we couldn't make the bus due to illness. Literally not being able to listen to the drunkards telling me all the different lies I should tell the bus driver, ranging from , we left without telling the bus driver anything and got to the pub!

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Photos

Breakfast birds
They would literally peck the food off your plate and drink juice out of your cup if you didn't watch!