go west handbook – the blog

World Class Picnic Tables

On the way we must have seen 30 dead cows parked up on the side of the road. The smell was a bit like our tent on a morning after a night on the beer. Stevie seen a once off cow spoonin opportunity but we explained that maybe it would be better if he didn’t. The long drive and hangovers were eased with the thought of watching the Man United match, couldn’t wait! So after driving about 5 hours , thinking about the football, talking about football, we arrive in Karratha to find that all the pubs close at 10 o’clock (the time the match starts). Disaster! Poor Nigel didn’t know we drove the whole way to watch the match, wasn’t happy to say the least.

We decided a McDonald’s was needed to boost morale in the camp. Great call, Finto ate too much again (see quote). Spent the next hour or so driving around looking for a decent spot to park up and sleep for the night. Parked up in the car park of the tourist centre. The seats were pulled back and we drifted off to sleep to the soothing sounds of Jonny Logan. As I go to sleep I cant decide where is worse Karratha or Carnarvon. Probably Karratha!

Quote of the day: After eating a large double quarter pounder deluxe meal Fintan weighs up whether he should do the right thing and hold on to his money or do the wrong thing and be the pig that he is and spend more money on another burger. Looking confused and clearly struggling with his conscience Fintan decides “lads I think im gonna get another burger, like its only two more dollars. The change would only be annoying in my pocket anyway!”