Quad biking through the bush!
We had to leave our place at 7am (I'm soooo not a morning person - another reason we have gone down the tack of kids... I. NEED. SLEEP!). We drove for about an hour and a half, through the hinterland behind Coffs Harbour (where Russell Crowe'slive - Glenreagh) and came to this petrol station, hang a right and I notice a sign that says 'QUADMANIA'.
'Micko? Are we going Quadbiking? Are we going Quadbiking? Are we going Quadbiking?'
'Yes, Karls. We are going Quadbiking.'
There were 2 Quads, I immediately pick out the one called 'Bilbo' (can you believe they named a Quad after my dog?) . I can't explain how much fun we had! Although we were both a little more conservative than if it were 5 years ago. The tour guide, Leonie, kept refering to it as 'self preservation'. It was a little strange for me. I'm quite used to doing these things on water - I love to jetski, parasail, kayak, white water raft,waterski, dive, snorkel... but I'm not so used to doing them on land. Something weird about falling off on solid ground rather than the ocean or river.
So here is our early morning Saturday surprise outing... in pictures!
Felt like we were tearing through the bush... in reality, we were probably worse than Sunday drivers through the ranges!
Forcing my way through the super stinky mud (which coated me - hence the high fashion outfit)
A woman in control... know that!
Yeehaw! What goes up...
Micko taking on the speed bump.
Air bitches! Yeeeeewwwwwwww!
'Karls, you are so hardcore and my hero'... Say it!
Say it like you mean it!
And speaking of thumbs....
Every good adventure, ends with a little bit of pain.
I suffer from what they call 'death grip'. I always have... My left hand is accustomed to these nasty blisters. Whether riding my bike, waterskiiing, jetskiing, or even just driving my car... for some reason my left hand like to hold on for dear life. Squeezing the fuck out of anything within its grasp. Nasty!
Micko had organised another surprise... Jetskiing - just me, the jetski and the ocean. I. LOVE. JETSKIING! Unfort, the wind was too strong so we couldn't head out. Instead, Micko drove me around and showed me all the cool beaches and spots he's discovered over the last few months. I'll blog on those tomorrow... right now, the beach is screaming my name!
Micko is a GOD! Know that!
Oh and don't forget... Australia Day is coming up. Ask what you want to know and thou shalt receive.