Somewhat worthy of a post.  What started as a quiet evening with a few glasses of wine turned out to be a drunken stupor, on my part only (no surprise there).

We pulled into Alva beach in Ayr early in the day and stayed for a few hours. Once the mozzies became unbearable we moved to the lookout point higher inland.  We were prepared for an early night when Freddy, an American speaking German, whom we met a few days previous in Cape Tribulation came to the lookout.  Of course we were as surprised to see him as he was us, so we poured a few glasses of wine while discussing our adventures thus far.  He was diving the following morning so it was a rather quiet one for him, but that didn’t stop us.

Just as we were ready to pack up for the night a few locals pulled up on some quad bikes and asked if we wanted to join them at a nearby Australia Day party – of course – why not!  On we hopped and off to the party already rather merry.  Well, it was nothing but pure lunacy, the drinking games were almost unbearable…but of course I lapped it up.  Not drinking games with beer, but wine, was a recipe for disaster.  I spent most of the night in the pool slaughtering goon bags of cheap plonk! 

A few hours later it was back on the bikes for another session on the beach!  Arm wrestling, sand surfing, body surfing and bombing in croc infested waters ensued. The burn marks on my body are a testament to my newly acquired skills. I was informed by Sam the next morning that it was the best party she had been to, ever!  All I can remember is waking up with the worst hangover in years. Yet another lesson learnt, don’t take on the Aussies in a  drinking session.

It was great to celebrate Australia Day in true aussie style!  Thankfully, we only have photos of the beach party, having picked up our camera en route.