Well, I'm back from holidays safe and sound, slightly tanned and quite relaxed to tell the truth. I did plenty of spear-fishing, and by 'plenty' I mean 'twice' and by 'spear-fishing' I meant snorkelling with a spear-gun... the truth be told I am pretty hopeless at aiming at fish.

You see, the problem with fish is that they are always moving, which tends to make it difficult. I can hit rocks though. Especially big ones. Oh, and I did see sharks... sort of. Well, ray sharks, not really the man eating predators I feared, but telling people I "swam with sharks" impresses people more than "I went snorkelling and accidentally saw a thing that was half stingray half shark".

Anyways, I have decided to condense the whole of the trip into one life of such post called 'the Currarong five'. Which happens to be the post you are reading now. Five things from the Currarong trip... so lets begin.



Thing number ONE.
I found SANTA!!

It seems that once Christmas is done and finished and the unwanted presents sold on Ebay, Santa trades his sleigh and reindeer (seriously, who needs that ego tripping blinking nosed Rudolph anyways?) for an old beat up white falcon, and heads to the caravan park at currarong.

These pictures were snapped while Josh and I were filling gas bottles at the local servo. It took me a while to work out exactly what Santa was up to, waiting on the side of the road in his car... but it soon dawned on me. Santa was staking out the only bottle shop in town. He kept on staring lovingly into its windows.

At least we can all rest easy, now that we know why his cheeks are so red...



Thing number TWO.
My brother in law Brendan actually caught a fish!! And not just any fish, a massive 3 inch writhing mass of flesh, scale and tiny-ness. Now, I know I have teased Brendan and his fishing prowess in the past... regularly. It seems he only ever *catches* fish when no one is around to corroborate his story... but this time I saw it for real.

Josh, Brendan and I decided to do the fishing thing one afternoon, so we left the unit, and wandered up to the rocks with a couple of beers, some burley and some popcorn. Naturally I didn't take a rod, because my idea of fun isn't standing on a rock holding a stick for hours on end. I prefer to drink the beer and eat the popcorn while others hold the rod for me.

Pretty soon Josh pulled in a stingray... Brendan on the other hand... well, let's just say that if you squint hard enough you can make out his fish... just.



Thing number THREE.

Josh washing up.

Really.

For real.

These photos were not faked.

Over dinner I casually mentioned how Josh had managed to avoid washing up every single meal so far... and how he seemed to have a hobby in avoiding the washing. We decided it was his time.

We think that this is the first ever photo taken of Josh washing dishes. See his face? See how much he is enjoying it?

How much fun was he having? About zero.



Thing number FOUR.
The trivia fiasco evening.

The night started badly, we walked all the way to trivia, only to be turned away at the door because we all forgot our I.D. Our I.D. at a bogan bowling club in Currarong. We had to walk back to the unit, and ended up missing the first few questions.

During the trivia night, we had to make an animal out of newspaper and tape, and so I introduce to you our teams entry, "Spotty the flying Giraffe". Spotty didn't carry his weight in the team. He lost the animal contest to a stupid ark, and some cute kid with a lame excuse for an aquarium.

Spotty was pretty peeved at being beaten by such lame opposition, and hit the drinks pretty hard. He ended up passing out, collapsing on the table... just look at his stoned and drunk eyes. He is totally gone.

On another note in trivia... while last year our team (the "milkbottles") won the trivia, this year we fought back from a bad start to get equal 9th.



Four things annoyed me about the trivia night...

1)The stupid science questions were impossible.
2)They kept changing their questions.
3)What kind of category is 'local knowledge'? Who cares huh?
4)Can all those people who are using their mobile phones to cheat please cut it out? You were using up all my reception so I couldn't log onto Google fast enough...

Oh, and as another pointer... don't drink a few too many before you go to trivia... it slows your brain apparently. Take it from me.



Thing number FIVE.
We played strip poker. Seriously. Sort of.

We had a 'guest' come down to stay with us, and we decided to play a prank on her. We wanted her to panic when she realised she was involved in a game of strip poker, and at serious risk of suffering a clothing shortage.

After dinner, Josh went to the bedroom, and came back to the table secretly wearing a few extra layers of clothing. We each began to wander to our rooms, and add a few layers of clothing, not mentioning to the 'guest' what we were doing. I don't think she realised until a certain someone gave it away by wearing sunglasses and a rain poncho inside at night.

You should have seen the look on her face when we started playing strip poker... she looked... totally calm actually. A little too calm for my liking.

Interestingly, the game never got to the stage of worrying the guest, as everyone (except Josh who almost went all in at one stage) played conservatively... we had to call an end to the game when my sister seriously started running low on clothes...

As an aside, if you ever want to play a good game of poker (and I am talking about game play, not just fun), I recommend playing with clothes... the game gets a lot more serious and more entertaining when you are trying to keep your clothes...

Anyways, I am Will, and that was the Currarong five...