Hey people,

Apologies for the rushed and curt style of the last blog. Alex has stories to tell and I may leave them for his next blog as they are truly severe and incriminating in nature. Anyway, to sum up what's happened to us in the last few weeks or so..

From 'incredible' Fraser we got the luxurious and enjoyable 13-hr overnight bus to Airlie Beach. With us we brought 2 Cornish frisbee professionals, one Cornish something and a Dutch girl called Beau. This group would form our travelling fellowship for the 3 weeks that followed up to today and indeed the end of Australia.

After meeting everyone we possibly could meet at the lagoon (including Berko massif), it was all aboard the Pride of Airlie, the so-called 'party boat'. The catamaran took us to our island accommodation (we arrived around a goon of litre lighter per head) and all that can be said is that the ensuing 'party' involved the comandeering of a sailboat, hijacking of a jeep and midnight diving. Like I said, I don't want to incriminate anyone. But seriously, the police were spared and we got off the island safely the next day to see Whitehaven Beach. And shit, it was amazing. And don't worry - the next night on the island only featured mild breaching of authority and some chair-into-pool throwing.

Ok to list the highlights since then...Alex may or may not have been kicked out of night clubs on consecutive nights (and banned from the street for 24 hours); renting scooters on Magnetic island was probably the best and most fun idea in the world; Mission Beach should be more famous for its crickets and pervy photographers. And one I can never forget - the skydive. I don't want to ruin the feeling by putting it into words, but oh my god it was amazing. Scuba dive today was sweet as well.

Right I'm massively out of time. Another brief flavour of what's been going down here in Oz to come shortly.

Yak xx