go west handbook – the blog

Day 9 -> 1/8/09

Woke up to Michael Flatley and crew doing the Riverdance on my bangin head, Ah the old Goon Hangovers! I’m sure people have died from them. Darren was safe, he was still drunk. As he skipped around the kitchen making breakfast the rest of us sat chins firmly planted on the floor, first time we had seen one of the Greaney Brothers surface before midday. After a breakfast fit for Prince Leonard himself we jumped in the cars but only after getting the recipe for Roslyn’s Rocky Road dessert.

Leaving Kalbarri the cars had hit 1000km mark bringing the Tercel to 402830km, that’s more than Britney Spears has on her! No call for celebration mind. Going by the map we should only have touched the 600km by this stage, but with detours wrong turns and goon trips included we had racked up the extra 400km. So fuel calculations out the window we drove on.

Hay Street United F.C.

Not too much to see on the trip that day, however Eugene while gazing out the window no doubt pining for Ronaldo. Not the fat Brazilian one but the one who woke up one morning and realised he was playing for a crap team and fecked off to Spain! Little did he know his glittering career as a Galactico’s ‘legend’ would begin in Tallaght against Shamrock ‘bleedin’ Rovers. Starry Bud! Hay Street United would whip them anyday. Anyways Eugene spotted one of the strangest things we had ever seen. Where the sky met the ocean it was impossible to tell where one started and the other stopped. Both colours were identical!

Sea meets Sky

We skipped through Denham and on to Monkey Mia. We arrived at the Monkey Mia Resort ($9 per adult holiday pass) and then headed to the campsite. On the way through reception we met Hamish ‘broke back mountain’ McGregor. The resort let us camp for free. VIPs don’t you know! After setting up tents we copped that we were out of goon. It was decided that myself and Finto ‘were the men to drive the van’ on the 60km round trip back to Denham to get goon while the Galway lads did the cooking.

By the time we arrived back with the goon the lads had prepared a meal Gordon Ramsey would have been proud of, when he was five! I think Darren was going for the soak overnight method of cooking pasta. In fairness the cookers were running on triple A batteries. Eugene had already jumped ship and went for the obligatory bag of chips. Undercooked pasta doesn’t get the better of Darren ‘eats anything for money’ Greaney. I once asked him would he eat my snot for 20 bucks. He said “I would”. I honestly think he would have! Stevo not to be out done polished off his and Eugene’s portion of slop, Legend! I owe him 5 bucks for that one.

Amy & Rachel the Winners of the Western Australia Lovely Girls Competition, asked us over for drinks. Eugene the Jim Carey fan that he is wanted to wave the bus on. He was told where to go! So off we went to the beach; buckets off goon and spades in hand to meet the Irish lads, Niall, Shane & Jimmy along with the Liverpool girls. Drinking goon happy out but as Tyrone pointed out “Duurn” kept putting out the fire. It wouldn’t be a campfire without two surfer dudes buzzing in the background talking complete crap no doubt itching to get all gnarly and throw shit on the fire and maybe even throw shit on that shit and well you know where this is going…. Great night finished up at about o clock, headed back to the tent and my lovely air bed minus the air. Pricks!

Distance Travelled: 395km (Total Distance 1392km).

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