Zane and Daves Camping trip, Daves version of events, haha.

So, Zane and I decided to go camping. I can't remember whos idea it was for us to go, maybe it was Viens. Oh yeah, that's right, it was my idea, haha. We were originally going to go on the weekend of the 16th, which is Zanes real birthday, but Vien hogged Zane for that weekend, so I was left with the weekend of the 10th. But that's ok, because I got to hang out for an entire weekend.

I went to Zanes work christmas party and met a few of his work mates, played lawn bowls for the first time ever, had some dinner and headed up north at around 8.30. Arrived just before midnight and pitched the tent with the high beams on infront of the river. We could hear the neighbours pissing themselves with laughter at us, but we soldiered on and got the tent set up by around 1am. We tried to get a fire going, but it just went out because we didn't have any kindling and it was too late to take an axe to the logs I brought along.

In the morning, we headed out to get some sticks in the bush, I started swinging away at the logs with a hatchet I brought along. Zanes breakfast was biscuits and sweets and a cup of tea with toothpaste in it. I had a cup of tea and two mint slices at around 1pm. Lunch was beef tomato and onion sausage sangas. Dinner was porterhouse steak, potatoes and corn cobbettes. I used my baby, my pride, Fallkniven F1 knife on the steak, while Zane used the SOG Seal Pup on his.

I sat down to some wood carving, which is surprisingly difficult on Australian hard wood, haha, I'll find some pine next time, and carved out a wooden stake for the vampires that are sure to come out that night during the total lunar eclipse.

Zane had caught a bream which went down nicely in my belly, but however much I tried, wouldn't taste it. In the end, I enjoyed it, then in hindsight, I probably should have just let the poor fish go. Well, he probably would have been eaten by the dolphins anyway.

Fishing was ok. The soft plastics did sfa to lure any flatheads in, the tuna oil didn't work and the burley just smelled funny. I gave up fishing after 2 hours or so, whereas Zane kept on going all day.

That night, I drank all 12 beers we had bought from the impolite/unattractive/sour old hag that worked at the bottle shop near the supermarket earlier in the day. The beers went down nicely thanks to the ice in the esky.

Still pissed at 1am, I started the clean up and packing for an early departure and sat down to a few games of cards.

I woke up dehydrated as all heck from expelling all my water into the river, so straight to the water container for 5 cups of water and cup of tea.

Breakfast on Sunday was a scone, pie and OJ. I don't think I've ever eaten a pie for breakfast before, but there's a first for everything, hopefully the last.

The drive back down consisted of Zane sleeping in the passenger seat the entire way, only to wake up when we reached the Wahroonga exit off the F3. Then back home at Canley Vale, Vien commented on how "blah" we both were, and I set sail for home.

When I got home, it was well deserved shower and a 2 power nap.

Pictures to follow.