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Day 11 3/8/09

Christ above the goon hangovers don’t get any easier and it sure didn’t help Steve’s by him waking up and looking to his left and seeing Darren’s cheek resembling the River Nile with the amount of druel running down his face. And to his right and seeing Finto cocking his right leg and unleashing another volley of toxic gases again.

Steve and Finto went off to feed the dolphins but were unlucky not to be chosen for the feed. The girl handing out the fish was lucky she didn’t get a Spanish mackerel across the forehead. Back to the tent for some breckie and stopped off to pick a loaf of bread for $4.50. The look of disgust and shame on the Minister of Finance’s face was to be seen. Unfortunately there was no butter for the toast but our fellow campers kindly donated again. My word we’re coming across some generous people on our travels!

The crowds waiting for the dolphin beating

Bags packed, cars loaded, it was time to hit the road again. 6 litres of oil later, the Magna’s oil light has stayed on since we left Perth – at least its consistent. Back into Denham town for another Tercel fuel top up, think its bout the 14th now but she’s still going strong. And leaking fumes. Must be the reason the lads always look off there head after every long journey.

Not too long afterwards, Finto’s fast food nose was out again. Eug needed his daily fix as well, in all fairness to the kid he’d nearly gone 12 hours without a chip. He’s honestly getting better! Darren opted for the fried scallops. Turned out to be a bad call considering when he took a bite out of it, it looked like it hadn’t been gutted. Two bad calls in less than 24 hours has the camp at unrest and speculation is rife that he wont be re-elected for the east coast!

Tiger Shark looks like a tiger but completely different

Off to the Ocean Park Marine Exhibition we go and we’re met by Ed the manager. He and the staff have a look at the website, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter and sure enough they’d seen the pic at the Pinnacles! Got a brilliant and in depth tour from guide Dunc. Got to see a 2.3 meter tiger shark and up close look at lemon sharks feeding. Steve thought there was a bird looking at him but she turned out to be cross eyed and was actually taking a fancy to Darren.

Nearly as big as the one Nigel caught

On the road again and not gone 0.5km when the sun and goon caught up with Gino and off he went to the toilet for his daily vomit. So 20 minutes later, with Gino carrying half the stomach he had leaving Monkey Mia, it was time to get on the road to Carnavon. On the journey we took in some savage sites of the sand, massive termite nests and a lot of dead roos. Steve and Darren decided to count the roos in a 5km stretch, 12 dead skippys! By the time we passed the 8th, Steve could see Darren’s mouth watering at the thought of sampling the roadkill. Thankfully Steve kept driving.

Finally got near to Carnavon but the sun was about to set so Steve and Nigel had to pull out there Ace Ventura tactics and drive with the heads out the windows, and in the process narrowly missed getting decapitated by passing road trains. Reached the campsite, so it was time for our Minister for Communication, Nigel, to put into effect some of the words of wisdom that made us elect him into this role. And sure enough “the charmer” produced a 20% discount. He’s definitely got our vote for the east coast!

Economy Air Conditioning

Got the dinner on, compliments of Nigel again. He’s turning out to be a bit of an all rounder on the trip. Plus he LOVES the cooking. Time for the cot afterwards and Steve was talking to Finto. Mid flight of a sentence, the blinkers were on and lights were out for Finto. Shows how interesting Steve is!

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