Being A Tourist - Day 10

Ok, so yeah, horse riding is fun and I wasn't quite as worried as I was last time until they said the C word. No, not that one, the other one. Canter. As in faster than a trot. As in, hold on, close your eyes and hope for the best.

Horse Riding On Cape Trib Beach

Mum, Dad And Me On Cape Trib Beach

Ohhh-kayyyy then, and here's me with expired medical insurance. Everyone else looked every inch the professional as I bounced around the saddle sustaining extensive bruising to my posterior and indeed my dignity although we're getting to be quite the experts now. Maybe tomorrow I'd buy a 10 gallon hat and go Lasso me some bulls.

And here's where I made the mistake of going back to PK's, as soon as I rocked up I was handed a jug of snake bite. For those of you who don't know, snake bite is half cider half lager usually with a dash of red cordial. Some pubs in Britain refuse to serve it because it gets you very drunk very quickly and can make some people violent. So that was a good idea then.

Raz

But it was a wicked night, it was awesome to see Raz, one of my favourite people in the world and I randomly bumped into Irma and Dorien again because they were up for a night to check out Cape Trib. I was picked up at midnight which in theory would have given me plenty of sleep to recover if I hadn't pumped my body full of some of the worst alcohol known to man including something called a Flaming Looney which is a shot that you set on fire. I'm sorry but drunk people plus fire can only lead to third degree burns. I was lucky I made it back to Cape Trib Beach House in one piece.

written by  Koala Bear on October 14, 2007 from Cape Tribulation, Australia
from the travel blog: Sod Off Great Big Mission Round Oz
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