East Coat- 3

3 bus journeys, 3 different stops, 2 weeks later and we've finished

our East Coast tour and are currently waiting for a flight to L.A.

As much as we are exited for L.A and America, we're all so sad

we have to leave Australia, it's been the most amazing 3 months where

we've managed to see and do things you can only imagine.

This blog post is all about our last 2 weeks in Aus.

So from Fraser Island we travelled further south to surfers paradise

for a quick family stop which consisted of a lot of relaxing and sleeping,

from there to Byron Bay. Byron is known as the

hippie town of Australia, everywhere you look there is

tie-dye baggy trousers and dreadlocks, backpackers run the town.

We spent our days lounging on the beach and going for coastal bike rides,

we even trekked it up to the lighthouse one day which was so lovely

to sit and eat our picnic whilst watching the dolphins swim below us.

 When we were cycling down from the lighthouse we passed many 

strugglers who were cycling up and 

half way down we met a couple of aussie lads who asked us

'if we needed hydrating' and next thing we know we were

 given cans of coke and bourban. So we thought we'd mention this

because little things like this show you

how happy and lovely the Australian societys view on life is.

Realistically something like that would never happen in England,

and I think that's one of the reasons we have fallen in love with 

this country.

we just couldn't resist a coastal photo shoot

 Our next stop was Spot X.

So when you imagine a typical Australian surf camp you think of

small wooden shacks on the beach front with gorgeous, tanned, blonde

surfers riding every wave effortlessly, Spot X was exactly this

(and when we say gorgeous we mean it, honestly every one of them were

carved by angels, we didn't even know humans could possibly look that good,

ladies if you're ever in Australia, Spot X is a must).

Each day we were lucky enough to wake up in paradise,

learning to surf for 4 hours and then spending the afternoon

playing beach volleyball, sunbathing whilst the music is blasting from

the wheelie bin speakers, kyaking or even ocean rafting.

Ocean rafting was particularly fun, paddling through the waves whilst

they throw you all over the boat, or in Robyn's case when she

decided to give everyone a quick musical number and begins to

sing titanic she's pushed off the front of the boat and into the sea.

Which wasn't cool because then I had to be hoisted onto the boat

and end up face planting the floor infront of the good looking surf instructor.

(Elegance was never my strong point).

So I would love to insert some great photos of us gracefully face 

planting the waves and trying our best to look cool

whilst surfing however I can't seem to download the photos onto

my laptop (which was a lovely coincidence as Robyn genuinly

looked like a frog in every photo they took).

A 10 hour bus journey south led us into (cold) Sydney.

This is where we have spent our last week in Australia, first impressions

wern't good. The rumour goes that if you love Melbourne, then 

you're going to hate Sydney and vice versa. Well, we loved Melbourne

and both cities couldn't be more different. Sydney is full of

action, everywhere people have places to go and see,

everything seems to rush past you as if someone had presssed

fast forward on life. Melbourne, couldn't have been more different,

it was so relaxed and friendly, it also felt more European and so

 reminded us of home which was probably another aspect why we fell in

love with the city. However, saying that over this week the city

has grown on us, the opera house and harbour bridge are both

beautiful points of the city and being tourists

they're an obvious must to go see. The Blue Mountains are

also a must see, they really are breath taking and one of those places

where no photo does it justice therefore when you see the photos

imagine them 100x better and more beautiful.

P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way Sydney

It was lovely seeing an old school friend we haven't met in 4 years

 (Thank you for showing us around Charlotte, we hope to see you 

again soon)

 We should probably talk about Sam as well since he was an important part of

Sydney for us. So when we first arrived in our hostel room

a drunken house keeper strolls in and quite poorly attempts to make our beds,

it was highly amusing to watch and the start of a beautiful friendship.

From there on Sam was adopted into our little travelling family

and we spent the rest of our time in Sydney with him

having BBQ's on the beach and going for coastal walks.

I think we all agree that he is honestly one of the most genuine

and loving guys we've met whilst travelling, it's rare you meet someone

and you can feel completely comfortable around them within a

matter of days, it feels like Sam has always been part of our wolf pack.
He has taken us on many nights out (he's actually a very bad influence) where we've been completely 'white girl wasted' (Megan didn't even make it out on the first night) Robyn on the first night took it upon herself to
pour pints from the tap and hand them out for free whilst the bar tender wasn't looking, I was then chased around the club by security and kicked out, absolute nightmare. I honestly don't think we would have enjoyed Sydney nearly as much if it wasn't for him.

We are all so sad we have to leave him behind but you can't

get rid of us that easily because we will definitly be meeting you when we

are all home. We love you Sam.

Bondi to Coogee

 (quick salsa on the beach)

 Thanks for having us Australia, we've had the most amazing time,

met some unbelievable people, and drunk enough goon to last us

a life time.

lots of love

Megan, Robyn and Erin

xxx

East Coast- 2

East Coast tour: Part 2

Part two begins with a bumpy and dramatic flight onto a deserted island,

quote Erin “I had my head bloody sucked out the window”, the

 pilot thought it would be fun, FUN to turn off the engine midflight

just so we could experience the feeling of zero gravity

 and I think that speaks for itself when we said we had a dramatic flight. So to sum up castaway you are flown onto an island with 11 other strangers and left to cook, fish and fend for ourselves for three days.

We spent the first day chilling in the rubber doughnuts on the beach and getting to know our fellow camp mates. Soon after dinner we decided to explore the rival camp (there was one other campsite on the island known as the 'survivors'), we were naive to think this would be a short walk, we had to trek an hour up and over the island to the other side. A few drinking 

games, a lot of goon, and a quick skinny dip later

resulted in a night that needs to be left unsaid and forgotten.

Day two on the castaway island, 10am the wanderers return after their walk of shame. We spent the day sea kayaking and fishing (which was a true disaster as the fish managed to eat the bait without getting caught on the line, sneaky buggers). Mid afternoon we became peckish, with Bear Grylls being our true inspiration we decided to go Oyster fishing which we were soon to learn tasted both salty and cucumbery. The evening was spent sat around a bonfire listening to music and toasting marshmallows.

We were lucky enough to spend 3 days with an amazing group of people,

who without them the trip wouldn’t have been nearly as memorable.

 

Our rival group

 

Next stop: Fraser Island

With a heavy heart we must announce that during this trip Erin

suffered a severe flu and so her only contribution would be from the bed

as that is where she spent most of her time.

Fraser is the largest sand island in the world where people

spend their days cruising around in 4x4s.

Unfortunately whilst we were on Fraser a storm had hit Australia

and so dimmed the beauty of the Island. Being the keen

adventurers we were Megan and Robyn decided to brave

the lake and champagne pools despite the rainy weather however

It came at a price. The pools although warm were connected to the sea, which

due to the weather was particularly rough and so waves were continuously

bashing into them, one especially powerful large wave knocked Megan over and sent

her flying over the coral laden rocks, and so when she returned to the cars

she could have easily been mistaken to have had a fight with a dingo.

Despite the bad weather the good music kept spirits high as car 1

all joined in on a group sing song session of classics such as

teenage dirt bag. On the last day the sun finally decided

to make an appearance and so swimming, beach football and faster driving

commenced.

you can tell by my face i was enjoying the weather

(I'm sorry we couldn't get this photo to be central

and after 15 minutes of trying we've lost patience and gave up)

 

We feel we should also keep you updated on our German friends.

Who would have thought once arriving back at our hostel who

would be there sitting waiting outside of our room,

you guessed it MALTE AND JAN!

As tradition we went for a few drinks, played some pool and 

ended up snuggling

in bed, it was a 'beeeaauutttiful' moment that won't ever be forgotten.

Next stop: Bryon Bay

lots of love,

Megan, Robyn and Erin

xx