Moore River 4TFW!!!

Yes, we all survived Moore River! We managed to brave the elements including wind and harsh sun as well as deathly cold nights in the tent.

Day 1 (Saturday): Had to have been the best day, we all managed to get to the campsite on time and set up our tents with minor troubles. After setting up the tents and putting on sunscreen for the 35+ degree heat, we could not resist going for a swim. Going down to the beach, we had fun both in and out of the water, hightlights including burying Conrad in sand and watching him struggle as the tide came in, as well as wallowing in the water and braving the waves.
After cleaning ourselves up we went back to the campsite and had dinner, followed by some Texas Hold'em Poker in Blaise's tent. Somehow we all became bankrupt by Connie Loo and we all went to bed.
Day 2 (Sunday): Once again going out to the water, we pumped up the boats and went for a paddle. Wong on his body board, me going solo on a green boat and the larger boat towing Tom in his boat similar to mine (Wong plus 3 boats :D) After getting out of the water around mid day, i decided to do some FISHING!!! Going for a scout along the waters edge and going through many Yoga positions, we decided that the best spot was really close to where the sand on the rivers edge ended and rock began.
Tom and I set up for fishing. Tom struggled with his line for quite a while after some annoying kids asked for a go, while I struggled with my small but appealing lure. However my lure was not appealing enough as I had no luck for about an hour, so i changed tactics to a nice bit of Prawn as bait. Not getting any bites, i decided i would try shelling the prawn and on the first few seconds of the first cast, I got meself a BREAM!!!
Tom swearing his many foul words seemed to attract more and more fish, many of them not size as i needed a fish longer than 25cm (minimum limit for Black Bream). The 5th fish was the one i was to eat for dinner, sizing up to be 27cm and the biggest catch of both the day and the whole trip. I went on to catch 14 fish for the day with one being of size, small undersize black bream and a couple of other fish i haven't seen before which i threw back.
Having the fish for dinner as the others had BBQed pizza, we all had another sucessful day at camp, and after being bankrupt once again by Connie Loo at Poker, we turned in for the night.
Day 3 (Monday): Days afterwards become alot more uneventful as people decided to do alot of relaxing excersises such as tanning smiley faces on their stomachs and reading and playing on the PSP's and DS's. Fishing did not yield much but relaxing fun as well as a larger tally of fish for myself (much to Tom's utter disgust :P). But the day ended nicely with a game of football on the beach and another game of cards before bed.
Day 4 (Tuesday): Wind starting to pick up on this day, we had alot less things we could do except socialise and relax. A walk along the beach in the morning and more fishing was really all we could muster as we were getting more and more lazy. Conrad, reeling in his first fish both on a rod and a reel (again to Tom's disgust) as well as some more fish to add to the tally for myself. A change over of adult surpervision from Conor's Dad and Kathy to Geoff's dad Chris, meant that the day was a little more interesting. However, the day became alot more interesting while we were playing football on the grassy area behind our tents (which i think was purposely made empty because we were there). James, recieving the ball, managed to step on the ball and trip over and landing with a thump on the hard earth. Keeping an eye on him, we all began playing an odd game of one touch baskefootball. James, trying to walk off the hit to the head, comes back from his short walk and scaring all of us as he admits to not remembering much of the landscape. Taking him for a short walk soon revealed hospital trip was needed by Chris on his first night at camp, leaving the rest of the camp goers to brave the brewing storm in 1 tent for the night because Miguel's was being absolutely battered.
Day 5 (Wednesday): Mourning the loss of one of our happy campers, alot of us did not feel compelled to do much except relax once again. Managing to go fishing, this time I managed to bring along Conor, who caught three fish on my own rod as I decided to let him have a go. We watched, as Geoff, Conrad and Wong went paddling up the river to the sand dunes so they could body board down them. But a fatal flaw in their plans arose when they realised that to body board down sand dunes you need body boards...(go figure...). But eventually they returned, and Conor stripped down to his undies and went for a dive off an over hanging rock (caught on film) and shortly joined by Duckie! Hiding Duckie from Wong became a problem so he stuffed them in his undies which he proceeded to take off and swim nude in the river much to Wong and Geoff's utter disgust. The day concluded pretty uneventfully and we all went back to sleeping in our own tents.
Day 6 (Thursay): OMG!!! Waking up at 7:30 to pack up the tent! What fun!!! Managing to pack up and sort out everything seemed to be a slight chore but was done in record time. By 10:00am we were all out of the campsite and on our way home to a nice bed and more than enough food.

Great Times Guys! I also think that a thanks should go out to Conor's Dad and Kath for staying with us the first few nights and to Geoff's Dad for staying with us the last 2. Thankyou to all who contributed to the whole stay such as tents, eskies and food. WELL DONE AND WE ALL SURVIVED!!!

PS: Fuck You Joe and i must say that you definitely missed something you would have epically enjoyed but you didn't so :P