Sheep, sheep, sheep

Try saying ‘sheep sheep’ without showing your teeth, that's all. That's just one of the bizarre drinking games which surfaced when camping on Fraser Island but it led to us gumming ‘sheep sheep’ to random strangers for the next few days.

I turned up in Hervey Bay and before I knew it I’d signed up for a self drive tour over on the island starting at 6am the next morning. Fraser Island’s a few hours north of Brisbane and is a popular destination because of its ridiculously long beeches, fresh water lakes and the fact you can only get around in 4x4 jeeps.

Well I wanted to go camping and this was ideal. We were given the truck, the camping gear and pointed in the right direction to find the food and beers.
A short ferry ride later and we were bouncing along sand dunes and soaking up the views. In the evenings we BBQ’d on the beech and drank under the stars before falling into the tents for the next day of throwing ourselves down giant sandbanks into crystal clear lakes.

Traveling on my own I was really lucky with the group I found myself in. There were 10 of us including a bunch of English lads, a German couple and a pair of Swedish girls. It turned out I was the oldest which caused a bit of amusement considering I was acting like a bloody 18 yr old bouncing in the sand and water. What didn't amuse me too much was when the 22 yr old Swedish girls promptly told that I was a bit too old for them! Too old! For what? Grrrrr!