Well, I’m the first up as the lads are sleeping off their hangovers – grrrr – I end up sorting all my schizz out for the wee trip away. We set off, all crammed into the SAAB – I pull the short straw and end up sitting behind Trent. Argh, my legs!! Anyhoo, after 3hrs we get to Dunsborough – which is just past Bunbury where the Guppy comes from. On our way down, we end up passing a DEAD kangaroo at the side of the road. The sick boys want to stop and take pictures of the poor thing. It’s proper stinking and covered in flies but still, they continue to do minging poses around it – ugh!
Once down at the mooring – where the boat is - we meet Trent’s dad – Greg Guppy. He’s a total old school Ozzie and cracks me up! He takes me and Lucy out on the dingy to the boat, rammed full with cool boxes (Esky’s over here….as in Eskimos…..random eh!?) and bags. It’s a gorgeous sailing boat and the view to the beach is wicked! We meet Trent’s mum on the boat – Lorraine – and get shown where to put things and basically settle in.
As soon as we’re all on and get given the ol’ safety talks – BOOZE N BOATS DON’T MIX – the boys hit the fishing and start trying to catch us some dinner! Lucy and I aint holding our breaths so we get taken to shore and go buy the supplies from Coles.
We return with bait for the boys and wine for the girls – great success!! We hang around on the deck, watching the fishing action and before we know it they’re actually catching stuff – SQUID of all things!! We end the night with 4 squid and about 5 fish – how good!! Well done boys!! Aaron, who’s never fished before, is having the time of his life and doesn’t want to put the rod down when its gone 9pm and is dark…bless!! It’s time to eat, so get down into the boat NOW!! Lucy has made up this yummy tasting plate avec olives, crusty bread, cheeseboard and other tasty nicknacks and we all dive in.
For a laugh, we end up crashing all in the main part of the boat – there’s enough bunks for 4 of us so Aaron is on the floor on a mattress. It’s all very Waltons-esque ‘Night Dave, Night Hayley, Night Lucy, Night Trent, Night Aaron’!
Once down at the mooring – where the boat is - we meet Trent’s dad – Greg Guppy. He’s a total old school Ozzie and cracks me up! He takes me and Lucy out on the dingy to the boat, rammed full with cool boxes (Esky’s over here….as in Eskimos…..random eh!?) and bags. It’s a gorgeous sailing boat and the view to the beach is wicked! We meet Trent’s mum on the boat – Lorraine – and get shown where to put things and basically settle in.
As soon as we’re all on and get given the ol’ safety talks – BOOZE N BOATS DON’T MIX – the boys hit the fishing and start trying to catch us some dinner! Lucy and I aint holding our breaths so we get taken to shore and go buy the supplies from Coles.
We return with bait for the boys and wine for the girls – great success!! We hang around on the deck, watching the fishing action and before we know it they’re actually catching stuff – SQUID of all things!! We end the night with 4 squid and about 5 fish – how good!! Well done boys!! Aaron, who’s never fished before, is having the time of his life and doesn’t want to put the rod down when its gone 9pm and is dark…bless!! It’s time to eat, so get down into the boat NOW!! Lucy has made up this yummy tasting plate avec olives, crusty bread, cheeseboard and other tasty nicknacks and we all dive in.
For a laugh, we end up crashing all in the main part of the boat – there’s enough bunks for 4 of us so Aaron is on the floor on a mattress. It’s all very Waltons-esque ‘Night Dave, Night Hayley, Night Lucy, Night Trent, Night Aaron’!
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I had to laugh at the dead 'roo...my mates used to do that with any sort of roadkill they found...roo, echidna, possum, emu...they didn't care!
oh, and 'cooler box' just sounds weird :P
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