Before we mention the highs and lows of our Australian "Polynesian Evening" we need to explain our
slight mess up with our cabin. Whilst at Hamilton Island we got a call asking when we were checking out. "Tomorrow morning" we said " But you are due out today and someone is coming into your room. When can you get back here?"
Well ordinarily we could have re-arranged our plans and sorted something out. As it was we were on a two island cruise and had also planned this special evening and we had allowed ourselves 10 minutes to whizz in the Cabin, get out and be on our evening boat 30 minutes later.
Their original confirmation e mail had got the dates wrong, we rang to change the dates, they had said it was OK .but we did not check when we arrived and unbeknown to us we were still being kicked out on Friday. Anyway, the final solution was that they would move all our stuff (We had not packed at all) to their sister camp site. The only blessing was that it was closer to the boat, so after a day buggying and beaching we had the luxury of 30 minutes to check in, find all our stuff, wash and get out. We got to the bus stop, with ten seconds to spare ,before our transport arrived. Little were we to know that this ricketty old bus was to be our best transport of the evening. This is because when we arrived at the harbour and walked along the Jetty towards what looked like a really plush catamaran, we took a sudden turn right and stepped on a miniscule yacht, designed for 30, which was taking 70 of us!The first lucky 20 got the musty broken sofa inside... the rest had to stand, or risk life and limb outside. Tina forgot to take a photo.She was too busy scowling. Well, we survived the journey and our final destination was South Molle Island.
Apart from the luxury boat cruise, we were also tempted by the seafood buffet. I say we, but realised that once we arrived that Tina was the only one really into seafood. I was game though and grabbed myself a lump of crab shell. Jessica was more intrigued by the implements I had to use to extract my 2g of crab meat from my 1/2 kilo of shell.
I approached the oysters in the same way as I did when I ate the chocolate covered cricket at Marchwood, before I left and the mealworm at the Australian Reptile park.
Well after the dubious boat and food we were slightly anxious at the sight of luminous painted signs with three middle aged blokes in front, in Hawain shirts doing Beatles classics and signing off with the
"Benny Hill chase" theme tune. When the dancers finally arrived things got better, but a bottle of wine and a couple of cocktails might have helped see things in a better light.
Fuelled by her glass of "Pink Panther" Tina spent the rest of the evening chasing the resident thick knee curlews. This was as close as she got. A testament to the fleetfootedness of these curious birds, or more likely she was half cut. Needless to say, the boat journey back was not as unpleasant. J and A sat down inside, with Jessica's new friend and we had a bracing seat outside, reflecting on the fact that this was the final night of our final holiday and in 2010 we might be able to afford to go on a holiday somewhere else.
A farewell shot of Airlie beach. After this we whizzed to the airport to find out that it was so small that it was basically shut. We saw two people manning the cafe and a security guard eating her lunch. We went to the nearby town, Proserpine, and returned an hour later. Finally arriving home 10pm on Saturday night. This left one day to do all my term four programmes. Bring it on!
Apart from the luxury boat cruise, we were also tempted by the seafood buffet. I say we, but realised that once we arrived that Tina was the only one really into seafood. I was game though and grabbed myself a lump of crab shell. Jessica was more intrigued by the implements I had to use to extract my 2g of crab meat from my 1/2 kilo of shell.
I approached the oysters in the same way as I did when I ate the chocolate covered cricket at Marchwood, before I left and the mealworm at the Australian Reptile park.
Well after the dubious boat and food we were slightly anxious at the sight of luminous painted signs with three middle aged blokes in front, in Hawain shirts doing Beatles classics and signing off with the "Benny Hill chase" theme tune. When the dancers finally arrived things got better, but a bottle of wine and a couple of cocktails might have helped see things in a better light.
Fuelled by her glass of "Pink Panther" Tina spent the rest of the evening chasing the resident thick knee curlews. This was as close as she got. A testament to the fleetfootedness of these curious birds, or more likely she was half cut. Needless to say, the boat journey back was not as unpleasant. J and A sat down inside, with Jessica's new friend and we had a bracing seat outside, reflecting on the fact that this was the final night of our final holiday and in 2010 we might be able to afford to go on a holiday somewhere else.
A farewell shot of Airlie beach. After this we whizzed to the airport to find out that it was so small that it was basically shut. We saw two people manning the cafe and a security guard eating her lunch. We went to the nearby town, Proserpine, and returned an hour later. Finally arriving home 10pm on Saturday night. This left one day to do all my term four programmes. Bring it on!
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