Sometimes life just hands you some cool shit and you can’t quite believe that it happened. I’ve just spent the last four days in the Whitsundays with the other Remarkables for a work conference. It means that I ate food, drank wine, got ferried around to tropical paradise after tropical paradise and somehow managed to call it work. Here’s a few happy snaps from the trip.
Whitehaven Beach or as I like to call it Land of the Ridiculous Awesomeness. The sand is made of 98% pure silica so you can polish your jewellery with it. I also gave myself one hell of a sea exfoliation session. You have no idea how smooth I am right now.
This is the pilot who flew our helicopter. His name is Maverick. Actually it’s Simon, but let’s not ruin the fantasy. I admit I was a little nervous at the site of his youthful face because I generally prefer to have grown ups fly my helicopters but I’m still alive, so well done Maverick. Well done.
There was a wedding set up at Hayman Island Resort when we went to stay there. The group saw it on our tour and we literally all stopped and gasped.
Sunset on Hayman Island.
Me and my gloppy little sea slug friend on Daydream Island.
Veggie Mama and Baby Pepper.
The DVF Suite on Hayman Island designed by Diane Von Furstenberg. I was actually way more excited about the fact that Judge Judy had stayed there.
Just about to go for a ride in the helicopter.
View from the helicopter.
It really wouldn’t be a travel post without me recounting all the dumb shit I did while I was away, so please do enjoy the following idiot report.
Stupidity in The Whitsundays
1. Becoming so overwhelmed by the view in the helicopter I announced loudly that it was ‘Almost like we’re in the sky!‘. Yes Carly. Its EXACTLY like we’re in the sky. Dickhead.
2. Christina and I walking back to our room after dinner and realising that our key didn’t work. We had to locate an emergency key card hidden in a safe in the lobby. Finally we got back to our room and I marched down the hall, in the dark, to the living room to find… stairs and a dining table that hadn’t been there before. Shit. I hustled Christina quickly back out the door and we laughed until we had no air left in our lungs. We’d gone to the wrong room… twice. The second time we’d actually let ourselves in. We’re almost certain the room was empty though… well about 80% certain.
3. Feeding the stingrays I held a piece of fish out for a baby ray in front of me, not realising a giant ray behind me had spied the tasty morsel. He nudged his way THROUGH MY LEGS, while I was standing in thigh deep water. He determinedly pushed my knees apart and flapped his fins right up to my nether regions, bursting out from underneath my dress. According to my audience of fellow bloggers and the Daydream Island staff who were all in hysterics, it looked like I gave birth to a stingray.
It was extremely awesome. I’m exhausted yet strangely refreshed and feeling super pumped about getting back into life.