Especially compared to the Sunday, Monday was kind of a boring day. It was one of those travel days. After helping pack up the caravans with everyone's bag like usual, I got in the front seat with Barry and we were off to Coral Bay. Last night marked the last night with one of our caravan drivers, Mark, who was filling in the first three days for Craig, who drove some insane distance to catch up with us. Craig missed the first three days so he could see ACDC in Perth, which is essentially the band's home town. Apparently the show was ridiculous.
While everyone slept on the bus in the morning as usual, I saw a whole lot of nothing which was too terribly boring. Barry and I talked a fair amount like usual, and we got passed several times by our own caravans. Because we're hauling heavy gear and such and there's very little traffic, the caravans often passed each other if one of them had gained enough momentum to do so (rather than waste the energy). It became good fun to pass one another. Sometimes we would make faces to one another.
We ate lunch on a river bank on the outskirts of town which was full of aboriginals. We were told to avoid them and to to pick any fights (apparently it's happened on past trips). Lunch was boring, as usual. I'm hungry, I'm going to go make myself a grilled cheese or two. Mmm... they're cooking. I've been melting the butter in the saucepan and adding garlic to it, then soaking the bread pieces in the buttery garlic before toasting them. As a result, I've been making delicious garlic toast grilled cheeses. They're to die for. Yup.
By the time we got to Coral Bay, where we stayed for two nights, it was late in the afternoon. We all ran to the beach after setting up camp since it was hot, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, just like I just enjoyed my two grilled cheeses. I was amazed at how shallow the decline off the beach was. We all got off the beach fairly fair before we couldn't touch. We saw a really cool sunset, one of the better ones of the whole trip here. The sand out to the point we ran to to take pictures was extremely mushy and soft. I'm pretty sure it wasn't sand. It felt like memory foam. Word.
A few of us went to the bar after dinner to see what was going on. ...Nothing much, really. I split a six pack of Carlton Mid beer (which I no longer like nor can really stand) with my friend Brittany, and brought them out on the beach late at night (which was the only place we could be loud at that hour). Unfortunately no one really wanted to go with me, so I only went with a few people. Didn't really matter, because I ran into Sarin and Crystal there and we had a great time being freaked out by millions of green and orange worm things swimming on the beach and very shallow waters. We also got fish to jump out of the water as we shone our torches on the water and we spotted a few sting rays. We also found a crab who looked like we was wearing 3 coats of sand on him, and then another crab who burrowed into the sand. I then dug him up with a stick. He wasn't happy. The end.
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