Crazy Campervan Gypsy Tour

Well it all started on the 01/01/2007… that was when the idea was born, Me and my dear room mate Luke were sitting in the rumpus room contemplating what we were going to do with ourselves for the next few evenings… he said drive i said beach we decided Byron… Now next issue, we are going to need a good quality traveling crew.

Olivia was the first and most obvious option, a delightfully quirky mix of prancing, gyrating, high pitched giggling and constant flow of easy listening chatter.. and a sure bet due to the fact she has no occupation other than eating cheese and claiming to be a student..

The search continued with dwindling results.. every one else had either no money, no time or had just returned from a camping trip of their own, so we started getting used to the fact it was only going to be three.. Luke absolutely chuffed about the fact he may very well be the meat in the sandwich (dirty dirty boy) but then at the very last minute Chris (a poker shark regular from the pub) was invited and accepted… Yay!!!!!
So we set off after a small delay with the centerlink hounds holding Olly captive with meaningless job search activities..

Me and Olly were classified as luggage and quite enjoyed it, we were able to lounge around in the back off the van amongst a sea of pillows.. Until, while we were sleeping peacfully in the back.. Luke decided he would like abit of off-road action and proceded to run up the gutter, which beacause of the spring matteress we were laying on bounced me right on top of Olly and winded her and scared the living daylights out of me!
We were at the campsite.. the boys decided we all didnt have to pay and one of us could sneak in, i had the least amount of funds so i was the stow away… stoked at first about a free stay eventually turned into the life of a paranoid refugee, constantly looking over my shoulder for the campsite security… who strutted around the place with their greedy little flahlights. guilt and fear lead me to pay for the next night.. being a legetimate camper lifted a weight off my shoulders.. we spent the night drinking laughing fire twirling playing cards and laughing, the day we used to enjoy the beach.. armed with hoola hoops, devil sticks and a skimmy board, we chose a spot the furtherest away from any child visable (Olivia has a ’sharing’ issue) but we were soon swarmed with the curious little creatures.. hoola hooping is not as easy and carefree as it sounds, its hard to master but eventually we got it.. we had a handball competition which got quite serious apart from the fact olivia would cower away from the ball when it went anywhere near her, and enjoyed ourselves watching luke trying to skimboard and fall on his bum.

That we ate a fantastic BBQ cooked buy master BBQer chris, and prepared for another night of drinking and laughing… we were joined by two camping neighbours, Sydney boys Grant and Darren, or Gazza and Dazza as they ‘prefered’ to be called, and another random Norweigan bloke named Trond… yes trond! we liked to call him Deceptertron for short.. we had a great time doing the usual drinking laughing ect, plus a little flirty hoola hoop display by olly.. (Gaz had caught her eye ) but there is a dark side to this camping trip, a wildlife conspiratory even… The Spiders would make enormous webs within minutes of no web being there, and then just disapear.. we thought it was because some poor soul had walked through their nest (one sad sorry little asian bloke has been scarred for life) but it couldnt be because even a nest high up in trees wouldnt be there after a next walk by! and a demented little verman of a bird happily sqwarking its puiny brains out right next to our tent from sunrise onwards… but these were minor problems.. we had an awsome time being together and then had a slightly less awsome time cleaning and packing up tired, dirty and seedy.. ahhhh but me and olly were very comfortably packed luggage on the way back..