Following on too galavanting in bushland where the size of the trees was comparable to the size of my awesomness, climbing trees 61m up for a pleasurable view and a pant wetting experience of my favourite game "dont look down!" Rocking out in a tent and cooking up some pleasurable pound for pound sustainance known as stag chilli (which did wonders for my friends morning arse trumpet show).
Arising early once more to a gloomy day, i did my best meteorologist impersonation and predicted the weather change required to tan our greek god main frames! Ventured to a town which can only be described as the cesspool of the state, never shall i set foot in that area code again! Whipped out our fishing rods but to no avail we decided to do something far more "Steve Irwinish" by swimming with sting-rays soooo large they could pick up satelittle t.v! moved on to a simple hike through snake filled dunes and cliffs to arrive at the secret cave where im quite sure Jesus was born for the simple reason of nothing can be more amazing then this heavenly foundation of bouldering problems over looking the ocean! After getting our Sly Stallone on and cliff hangering the life out of our bodies we returned the trodden path of snake fear to return to the beach where swimming and weeing in the ocean took joint responsibilities in relaxing our bodies.
After stealing a shower from a caravan park like all good survivors would, we set about camping like peas in a pod with the joy of knowing our sleeping bags are full of hidden zips and feet extraction zones which would allow us time to re-coup our rigs of adventure and set about another day of epicness.
Awake with the smell paracord in the air, we set out on a oceanic journey full of swell times. Viewing monster waves for the comfort of the car park we sent our hawaii 5-0 condolences to Andy Irons, followed by our own baywatch sequence aptly named "topless wednesday". The removal of non required cotton streamlined our adventuring this day and also brought us into contact with Large thigh and big boobed sea birds... It may have been the deprivation or petrol flavoured water, but never have ugly faces seemed so pretty... luckily for us we recovered to our senses and bailed on the 3 stooges in search of waterfalls and great ocean delights!
With the Gods of the sea churning the ocean like some freshly made cheese curds, we set about spiking our adrenaline levels with a game of cat and mouse which combined waves, rocks and 2 stupid guys who with flippers on thought they became the mer-men of the ocean? Surfing the white water rush we set about impressing all manner of asian tourist with our daring "Bear Grylls" oceanic maneuvering.
After time to refuel the units, my partner in adventuring crime decided an aqua terd followed by jumping off a 10 m cliff into the ocean was the only logical way to rinse ones bum clean?? luckily he survived both intruiging circumstances and we were able to release ourselves to the reclusive bays of crystal clear waters... much rest was aquired for our journey of manventuring was coming to a close.
Dealing with wankerish travellers on the roads home was a simple respite from our thoughts of amazement and joy felt by 2 dope thrill seekers.
oh and your probably wondering what my travelling partner looked like???
(Disclaimer: May not have travelled with Miranda Kerr)
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