Trip Start Mar 03, 2007
28Trip End Apr 2009
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I had a pretty jolly flight over form the Gold Coast where via Sydney I met up with an old U.K. mate "Canada" who I had found out through facebook that he was attending Ceri's Birthday and was infact on the same flight. It was pretty cool seeing an old face and by no time we were boarded, buckled in and had beer in hands. Ceri picked us up at the airport and off home. The next couple of days where spent catching up before it was time for Ceri's 30th birthday bash.
Ceri had booked the downstairs section of a well known cocktail bar call ''The Luxe Bar". The theme was Casino Royal and everyone was adjourned in their finest threads. We were soon picked up from Ceri's in a stretch limo and driven to Kings Park via a couple bottles of champagne for the stunning dusk city views over the Swan. The limo then dropped us off at the Queens a fantastic old pub in Mt Lawley, before we made our way to The Luxe Bar. Downstairs quickly filled up and we were set free to spend out $500 worth of ''funny money'' on the blackjack and roulette wheels complete with croupiers. I headed straight for the bar, for a few cocktails and thats where I must have stayed as my memory wains and I woke up the next morning with the $500 still in my back pocket. Through out the night I meet up with a few more amigos from my U.K. time and a few more I would get to know in the coming months. Great party Mr Price, you old bugger!!
The three hour drive down to Capel begun after Ben had pulled up in "The Golden Nugget" and we had thrown our over-packed bags in and picked up supplies (Beer and novelty costumes). The drive down seen us pass some beautiful coastal townships whilst also jostling with the thousands of motorists heading away for the long weekend.
Once in Capel we stopped off at the local for a couple of pints and I managed to burn my finger on the fire whilst getting too involved in telling a story that involved pointing. After that we headed towards the ocean side village that we were staying in, again passing some magical scenery. We pulled into the driveway of our home for the weekend and sprawled ourselves on the lawn waiting for the others who hadn't in-trusted us with the keys (they know us too well). Once Ceri and B had arrived and we were let in to claim our beds, we toured the fantastically situated house. It really was an awesome pad, with an upstairs balcony with views of the see not a hundred meters away, fooseball and pool tables and an massive open plan living area. That rest of the troops arrived and the beers flowed all night and my memory of the night faded with every beer I downed.
The next day started off pretty slowly for some, not so for others (Canada). The day was a mix of Beersbie (The epic beer drinking game involving knocking bottle off a stick with a frisbee), sport, with the AFL and NRL grand Finals on as well as the rugby world cup, a big carnivorous BBQ and then the main event. The International Beer Olympics.
The Beer Olympics involved us splitting into 3 teams of four and competing over the next few hours for the trophy that Ceri brought for the occasion. After the opening ceremony and lighting of the torch events including the beer relay, the epic beer pong, and a finally another type of relay were hotly contested until the champs took their place on the pedestal and booked their place in history.
Spring in the valley
On a gorgeous sat morning we set off on an awesome day at Spring in the Valley, which once started off as a day of wine tasting at the swan valley wineries and has now been fully taken over as a massive boozy day with thousands of townies converging on the wineries. B and Ceri had booked as bus so about 45 of our friends, and friends of friends meet at half past nine in the morning. After meeting our psychotic driver Fossil whose name gives away his age and being informed of the strict no drinking on the bus, we were off all in pretty good spirits. We arrived at the first vineyard amidst 30 plus weather and hundreds of revelers. We quickly brought some tasting tickets which we promptly ditched in favor of buying full bottle of Champagne set to consuming said bottles amongst the beautiful vineyard.
Before too long it was time to board the bus and hop to the next winery. After taking the long way round to get there, Fossil decided to kick us off the bus and make us hike the remainder of the 20 minute trip. This place was sensational with large sprawling grounds and thousands of people scattering the lawns. Again much Champers was consumed before we jumped back onto the bus which had now become a traveling circus.
The final spot was a brewery but unfortunately there was to be an hours queue to get in, so we decided to continue a little further up the road to another brewery called Ducksteins. Here we all clambered inside and after a small wait in the queue started guzzling our steins of the local brew. By this stage everyone was either on their way or already there. After an awesome couple of hours there (including one guy dressed in toilet paper being lit on fire - intense but comical) it was time to head home on the bus ride home that no one remembers.
So that pretty much capped off an awesome day at spring in the valley. Good mates, Good Great weather and fantastic booze. Not to be missed!!
My mates Bianca and Canada (formerly called mark) shared birthdays within a couple of days of each other and planned to hold a late Oktoberfest party to celebrate and so Novemberfest was born. Costumes were purchased, kegs brewed and loads of German food was baked, pickled or slaughtered. The keg we had purchased decided not to pour properly casting me into great shame considering I pour beer for a living. However we soon Lent that foam+bucket+time=perfectly good beer. Heaps of our friends turned up, some clad in stupid clothing, some not, some going well beyond the call of duty (see photos) and as the German folks songs played out the keg slowly drained until empty. The funniest part of the night was when ceri and I were walking back from the pub and discovered there was another fancy dress party next door and snuck in unnoticed for half and hour or so before the host of the party decided to ask who were were.
Oh yeah in November we took part in MOVEMBER growing what little facial hair we could for the month in aid of mens Health. Thats what those whispy bits of hair on on our faces in the photo's below. Mock if you will but it was for a good cause!!
Christmas 2007 was spent at an orphans retreat in the northern suburbs of Perth. Fortunately it was 40 degrees and we had a pool, lots of beer, more orphans and even a real life Santa. Christmas dinner was a fairly liquid affair with a few snags thrown in for good measure.
Boxing day followed a pretty similar trend except it was a change of venue to B and Ceri's for their annual boxing day party. Instead of a huge pool we had a kiddies pool with the addition of the Slip and Slide (A long sheet of plastic covered with soap and water that you hurtle down). Many injuries took place on this innocent slide particularly when human ten pin bowling was on the agenda. Santa still in his costume from the day before took extra points for sliding straight off the slide and into the wall.
H1 HUMMER RACING (29 Dec 2007)
My next little adventure in and around Perth took place about 90 minutes north in a place called Lancelin. Lancelin has turned itself into a little tourist mecca thanks to the huge expanse of sand dunes that lie to the north of the town. A lot of people come to hire sand boards and ride the huge dunes, however four of us had come up to cash in our birthday presents, which was a little more high octane than mere dune boarding. The reason for our trip was to ride the dunes in a couple of hummers. Once we had passed the local tavern, vowing to return later for a pint, we drove into the base of the dunes to be confronted by firstly huge white dunes and then secondly nut cases flying over them on every conceivable vehicle.
After we located our hummers and changed into our combats, we meet up with the main tour guide as he ran as pretty passionately though the H1 Military Hummer credentials and then the Racing Hummer, popping both bonnets so we could see the massive engines. The facts and stats about these machines were pretty impressive and he kept underlining the point that these were not your commercial hummers you see on the streets (H3) but the real deal military style.
The first ride was in the slower H1 which he took us up the first dune and then up and over the second before stopping mid sand dune without losing traction. So another ten minutes passed as he took us further into the dunes getting into some pretty impressive angles and down some insane nooks where other vehicles where busy being winched out. The H1 was a great introduction to see what these bad boys could get up to but the next Hummer was the reason we'd traveled up for.
The 650hp H1 racing Hummer was a much more sleeker machine, and as luck would have it I got the front seat. After we were strapped into our Formula one styled racing seats and harness including arm restraints it was time to up the anti. We hit the dunes at decent acceleration performing a few donuts and spraying sand about at all the onlookers had had stopped what they were doing once the incredible roar of the engines had shattered the peace. He took as over a few massive dunes at a pretty decent pace, pulling of a few well time cuts in the sand before opening up the throttle completely on the flatter sections. Boy this thing could move, I was little giggling to myself in the front seat as we got up to about 150km on sand!!! A quick turn around and another sprint before we terrified a family of onlookers as we raced together causing them to scatter in every direction and then back to base. Wow what a day!!!
And thanks to the guys who put in for my ticket.
New Years should really never have happened for me as I was expected to be working, but a last minute reprieve saw me join my mates at a friend Kim's house that had the luxury of an awesome, and I mean AWESOME Tiki bar. This bar was the real deal! The night started of slowly enough but as we all got involved in whipping up a few cocktails the progressed pretty wheel. Special mention must go to Gervo for his unnaturally colored and unnaturally tasting Gervonator and Gervonator2 cocktails, they may have been hideous back they definitely packed a punch.
We all ended up on the balcony counting down the New Years, sparklers in one hand drinks in the other before the grand finale of fireworks that someone had brought for the occasion. The New Year got off to a boom.
Emma P's B-day
Farewell Drinks at the Saint