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Published: March 29th 2010
Moi at Mojo Surf Camp
Yup- this was my best attempt.
Day 111: Thursday, March 18th, 2010.
Coff's Harbor (Surf Village) to Port Stephens
(Shoal Bay), Australia.
Per the Contiki Brochure, "Jump start the day by hitting the waves & learning to surf with some professional instructors as you have a go at Australia’s national sport in a fun optional activity.This afternoon, we arrive in the popular holiday spot of Port Stephens, known for its boating, fishing and warm hospitality. Stretch your legs with a walk along the beach. Tonight, toast your travels with your group, Tour Manager and Driver over a typical Aussie BBQ dinner and kick back with a few local beers."
First thing this morning we had surfing lessons (well, those of us that signed up for it.) I had my doubts as to whether or not I'd be able to stand up, given my lack of physical conditioning. However, after lugging the surfboards over to the beach, what little arm strength I had was pretty much gone so I was all set to do some cool boogie boarding. We were out in the water for about an hour and I had fun, but wasn't able to stand up. Oh well. I ordered photos from their website so
hopefully they'll be sending those to me via email soon and I can show you all my lack of skill 😊 I had time for a quick shower and then we all hopped on the bus and drove to Port Stephens.
I didn't take pictures, but we stayed at the Shoal Bay Resort and Spa
. Shaz had set us up for our last night and had put the four remaining Cape Tribulation girls together (myself, Emily, Harley & Aoifa). Mark, Ed & Christie had left us back in Cairns and Cam's tour had ended after Whitsunday's, so it was just us 4 girls left from the original 8. The only excitement that day was that I went for a swim in the pool before dinner. One of the other Contikiers, Peter from Switzerland, was down in the pool already. I hadn't really spoken with Peter, his English was sporadic but for some reason I never warmed to him. I tried to brush it off as a language barrier. He came swimming over to me and said "Dunk?!" and indicated I was about to go down. I said "No.". He said "Dunk?!" and got closer. I replied "No, I can't swim." (which of course
I can). He then twirled me around and said "Dunk!!" and I started to yell "I can't swim" again but was halfway under water already. I didn't pause for a second, I reached behind me and planned on squeezing all life out of his balls. He was smart enough to turn at the last minute so I just squeezed the hell out of his inner leg. What. An. Asshole. I hope that bruise is still with him.
That night, we ate at the hotel's restaurant where we cooked our own steak/fish or chicken on a big grill. Normally I screw my steak up, but I got it right- and it was good! I sat and talked with Shaz, Youngi, Christine and Justine and we swapped travel stories, it was fun. Then, they all headed to wherever the party was that night and I went to bed. I'm old- you should be used to this by now.
Tot: 2.51s; Tpl: 0.045s; cc: 18; qc: 80; dbt: 0.0617s; 2; m:saturn w:www (126.96.36.199); sld: 3;
; mem: 1.4mb