Car 2 is where it's at,
Thats because it's where we are sat,
You in Car 1,
You are crap,
We are so cool how about that.
Peeeaace out.... RRRReeeewind.
Was the blissful tune that accompanied those lucky enough to be in a car with Hannah and I throughout the Fraser Island trip. We were not supplied with a radio in our 4wd and therefore had to improvise. Obviously Hannah and I provided the thumping beats and the tuneful renditions of 'We're all going on a summer holiday' while our Swedish members of the crew cranked out a bit of Shakiras popular 'Whacka whacka'. We were definitely part of a particularly hard core crew of individuals it has to be said.
There are a few locals that actually inhabit this tiny island made entirely of sand permanently. But, in general its main purpose is as a four wheel drive race course for the tourists. The majority population being the 18 year old 'Nomad Tribe'. These are nocturnal creatures that spend their days chundering and their nights battling relatively small amounts of alcohol with socially destructive effects.
There is another form of backpacker that is a slightly rarer breed that manages to keep the contents of their stomach down during the day despite the adverse conditions of rough terrain and outlast so called Nomads at night. Luckily this was the type that was to be found in Car 2, and possible Car 1 although we don't like to tell them that.
The Nomad tribe have an ability to make the rarer breeds feel a little bit old but with their failure to embrace simple drinking games and other social communications face the risk of extinction upon arrival at Fraser island, and on other continents outside their natural habitats.
They unfortunately have a tendancy to attempt procreation which often results in the spread of disease and can lead to fatalities as their chosen breeding ground is the pitch dark, dingo infested beach without use of a safety torch, dingo stick and dingo song to ward off enemies.
The more sophisticated breed chose to leave procreation until finding the appropriate partner and sensibly ward off the threat of predator attacks with their useful dingo song..
Lets have some fun this beat is sick,
I wanna take a ride on your dingo stick.
Pkkkkkkaaar is a cry that you will hear between the group as a means of communication and bonding ritual. Unfortunately the Nomads have not grasped this yet and therefore have missed out on large amounts of banter. Shame.
Car 1 and 2 also showcase such skills as
Human Pyramids
Spinning on Elbows
BBQ raving
Beat Boxing
Acting
These are all requirements that must be tested before entering the group. Failure to present any of the above skills or any additional skills in performance will result in relegation to the Nomad tribe.
As you can tell we formed quite a tight crew on the beautiful islands of Fraser and had a pretty awesome time. What more could you want? Sun, sea, sand, goon, dingoes and a massive truck to roam around in.
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