3 months late

No I'm not pregnant. We finally managed to rebook our jet boat ride after 3 months delay. The forecast was for thunderstorms Friday and Saturday, and knowing our luck, it wouldn't surprise us if it started hailing as well. But strangely enough, the world was on our side for a change. It was a hot and sunny day, beautiful weather to be at Manly beach. We parked our car at the wharf and headed over to Max Brenners for a Coffee before doing our Jet boat ride. No photos here because we basically locked everything in the car and only had some dosh on us. Well, I didn't have anything on me. I gave a $10 note for Moishii to carry for me in case of an emergency, but I had no wallet, no mobile, no camera, not even my trusty lip gloss. You basically can't carry anything onto the boat, and I wasn't about to leave my belongings with complete strangers.

After having our coffee, we walk on over to the little jetty owned by Epic Surf Adventures and don our life jackets. We had to read a terms and conditions saying we can't sue if we die (No duh). They provided docs for us to wear as it provided a good grip on the floor of the boat. We left everything we had behind, including Moishii's car keys, just in case they got wet from the salt water.

We hop onto the boat where we end up straddling these seats like it was a horse. They have handle bars that you grip onto to stop yourself from flying off the boat. I wasn't too nervous until one of the operators said to the driver "You've got the heavy ones in the front, this is gonna be a rough ride". Basically, 2 massive rugby player like guys were sitting in the front seats.....which means when we slam into the water, we REALLY slam into the water.


So off we went, it was great having the sea wind in your face. The sights of manly were wizzing past us and I was having a great time until we hit our first wave. At this point, I am SOOOO glad I'm not a guy. I wouldn't be having kids if my manly jewels were getting crushed like that every time we hit a wave. The jet boat had 100cc of horse power meaning we were air born for quite a bit of the ride. We made stops every now and then before we actually got out in the wide open sea. Then we started to get hit by the water. Don't get me wrong. I knew I was going to get wet. I was expecting a few splashes like those rides at the easter show. No....this wasn't anything like it. We were hit face on by massive waves. I was riding blind in one eye for a good 5 mins because the sea water was dripping into my eye from my drenched hair. You also can't sit for about 75% of the ride. Well, you could sit, but you end up crushing your little babies (If you were a guy). So you basically have to stand in a squat position whilst gripping onto the handle bars for the whole ride. That way it lets your knees absorb the impact when you jet goes flying out of the water and come crashing back into the water. Its the best thigh workout you'll ever do!!

By the time we got back to shore, we were soaked to the bone. I'm not talking about a bit of our clothes getting wet, I'm talking about wringing buckets water out of my clothes. We were so drenched, we couldn't put our shoes back on. So here we were, in 30 degree heat, holding our shoes and dripping wet, running barefoot through Manly wharf in search for a shower. We finally spotted one on the other side of the beach. I ran up to the shower, dumped my belongs and stood fully clothed under the water. I was showering, in my clothes, in public. Not that it made a difference since I couldn't get anymore wet!

We stood and dripped dried for about 5 mins only to realise we could stand here for 2 hours and we'll still be dripping. So we ran back to the car park barefoot only to stop before we walked into the car park to put our socks onto our soaking wet feet (I may be drenched, but I refused to walk through the car park barefooted).

Luckily we were going to a party later that night, and the plan was to shower at my work before heading off. And since we were going to my work, I bought a weeks worth of gym clothes and my volleyball gear with me. I grabbed a towel and some old gym sweats and ran into the car park toilets to change. I even managed to rinse some more salt water from my clothes.

How wet could we be you ask?

Wet enough for your shirt to go see through and not a patch of dry material was left.

Colour of the shirt when its dry

Us in our classy gym clothes

After our harrowing life and death experience, we were famished and dying of thirst. (Gulping down mouthfuls of sea water does that to you). I turned and asked Moishii what did he want to eat. He looked around and said "Well.....theres that wood and stone thing.....". Before he could even finish talking, I was storming across the street for food. This is a no nonsense situation.

10mins later we've ordered and we're gulping down our first of many drinks:


Our pizzas arrive and it looks like we've never eaten in our lives:

Spinach, haloumi cheese and pesto pizza

Salami, wild mushrooms and bocconcini pizza

We felt a lot better after getting some food into us. And we were really glad we didn't eat before the ride, because it would've gone all over the guy's head infront of me. We were too tired to leave and so we stayed for another coffee or two.....

We eventually managed to drag our sorry and wet asses back to the car when the rain came. We drive back towards the city and park at my office where we dump half of the stuff in my office and the other half went with us to the locker rooms. After having a nice long and hot shower, I meet up with Moishii and head back to my office to work on our trip and popped a few boroccas. We managed to get our itinerary sorted out and even booked our accommodation in Milan. We got ready and started heading off to Marco's Party at the Belgian Beer Cafe on York St. Wait, did you just say York St? Yeh I caught that bit too. This is when I question Moishii as to whether its the BELGIAN Beer Cafe, or the BAVARIAN Bier Cafe as they're 2 completely different things. The email invite I got was for the BELGIAN Beer Cafe, which was why we parked at my work, but Moishii was told it was on York St.

A quick phone call and we confirmed that it was the BAVARIAN Bier Cafe. So we hopped back into the car and drove to my other office car park and found ourselves there in under 5 mins. This is when we found out that the reason a lot of people were piking on the party wasn't just because of the rain, it was also because Marco went around telling everyone he booked for the BULGARIAN Beer Cafe! He's one step away from telling people he booked the Bvlgari Beer Cafe!

After a lot of confusion, people started rocking up and the beer started flowing. I finally got to try my Lychee Beer (after my mango beer of course) and it was alright. I prefer my mango beer though, but I'm going to try their chocolate, pineapple and raspberry ones one day.

I ordered the chicken schnitzel with the sauteed potatoes for dinner.


Luckily the mains weren't too big because I was getting mighty full on beer. Lots of beer. And I even got a few free ones here and there.

Mmmmm That looks like a cappuccino...

Then the 2 meters of shots came out......

And things went pretty much down hill after that.....


Here's a taste of whats to come...



I'm not going to explain any of these photos, because Moishii will.....eventually......on Insaneness. Because it truely belongs in Insaneness.....

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On a completely different note, ever since I've bought my camera in late 2004/early 2005, I have taken over TEN THOUSAND PHOTOS!!! 10,000!!!! I have taken so many photos, my camera has reset the counts on naming the photo files! I'm back on picture 00001,jpg!