We went to Eli Creek to "cure our hangovers" according to BRT. It was a long creek with a wooden boardwalk running along the side until it leads to stairs to jump into the water. The water was absolutely freezing cold, but incredibly refreshing and crystal clear - drinkable fresh water too. It had quite a strong current that would just float you down and if you tried to swim back upstream, it was impossible to move anywhere. This might have been my favourite place, just because I was laughing so hard the entire time until I was nearly drowning and choking myself. And I didn't have a camera because we were in the water. We went up and down the creek three times until we decided to dry off and bury Jack in the sand.
|*my only picture, more to come via Choloe|
We stopped at some wreck that apparently was really luxurious because it had chandeliers and mahogany. We weren't allowed within a metre or three of it.
We took a team photo, which was totally EXTREME.
I took some pretty scenic shots...
|view of the beach we just drove on|
|this ones for you John & Sheelagh!|
|view on the other side.|
|fines if you go past the signs...|
We claimed a table outside that night to make our dinner thinking there would be less flies around. We were wrong. It was Asian stir-fry night and our group made a delicious dinner.
The Scottish guy's group had their bag of rice missing, and since we had leftovers and knew what it felt like, I asked them if they wanted ours. They were more than grateful..I think. Unless they stole our wraps!!
Oh, I forgot to mention about the dingos. Yes, there were dingo's about our camp. We were told not to run away from them, but of course there were some girls who screamed and ran the opposite direction. One dingo walked right up to two boys and then circled the camp until a guide started to yell at it to scat. You could see them in the dark background, but they didn't pose any danger to us, but still, we always had a Dingo Buddy to walk with to the bathrooms or to the tents or anywhere. Kyle and Jack found two people passed out in the woods and went to tell BRT but he didn't care about any dingo danger at all and laughed, telling them to just leave them there. That's how we became Team Hero. Also, on our second night, a new group had arrived and the boys walked by their camp site saying, "I can't believe they are going to let them camp there after that dingo incident last night....!" So a lot of dingo scares and lectures for nothing.
I couldn't handle hearing this song.
The night, we played Ring of Fire. It.Was.Amazing. And some clapping hand signal I had absolutely no coordination for.