I have to say I’m delighted that the young fella Stevie picked up so many injuries and battle scars across Asia, as his experience is coming in handy dressing my scalded foot. Moral of the story: when sitting around a campfire don’t ask Finto “the firestarter” Goss for a coffee as he’s likely to pour boiling water over one of your exposed limbs. Driving around the town centre; Nigel with the hawk eye spots a chiropractor clinic so we manage to convince Gino to go in and see if they can do anything to help his two big deformed toes. Don’t know how he exposes them to the public! So in he swaggers, up to the doctor and tells him he’s here to get the nails checked. The doc replies “sorry but we only do backs here”. He still doesn’t realise it’s a bleeding chiropodist he needs! So out comes Eugene followed by the doc to be met by us breaking our holes laughing. The kid ends up having the last laugh as he gets a free massage out of it although not of the Thai style like he was hoping. No happy endings here!
Eugene finally copped
Onwards to Exmouth we go taking a 50k detour to see the blowholes near Point Quobba. When the waves come in the water shoots up about 20metres in the air, quality stuff. About 20 meters from shore there’s a load of humpback whales jumping out of the water like Steve jumps into a relationship. We drove on for a few hours and found a spot to pitch our tent about 60k south of Coral bay. Myself and Steve go in search of wood but being the useless gits that we are; come back with not a twig between us so off goes Finto to save the day. He comes back with half the Amazon rain forest.
Not scared of nothin!
In pulls a busted up bus and out comes an old aussie bloke with his young Thai bride. He hands her a saw and a flashlight and sure enough off she goes chopping down trees like a professional lumber jack while he sits and plays the guitar. Nigel ponders why none of the women in his past relationships weren’t as obliging as this wee lass.
Gino collecting firewood while Finto stands doing nothing!
The N Rod starts rustling up a bit of bush tucker for us and somehow sets fire to the pan. Poor Steve’s eyebrows are nearly singed off but sure that wouldn’t be hard they’re bigger than the grand national fences. Then it’s back to the Magna for a spine twisting nights sleep. Still living the dream!!
Story of the trip- Galway lads sitting on there holes
The lads picked up a serious tan