Penneshaw Travel Blog› entry 76 of 163 › view all entries
up at 5.40 AM! boy, this better be worth it! we get picked up by scott, our tour guide, at 6.30, in the minibus (and when i say minibus im emphasising the MINI!). a mixture of nationalities, only 2 english people for a change! drive for about an hour and a half to catch the ferry from jervis bay to penneshaw. OH...MY....GOD! it is the worst ferry crossing i have ever been on! i reckon even my dad would say it was a rough crossing! it was 45 minutes of awefulnesss (is that a word?!), tipping, rocking, lurching every way possible. not a good start to the trip!
our first stop was prospect hill (note to self: hill generally means some sort of climbing involved, must get fit) which was up a gazillion steps but a lovely view despite the miserable (british!) weather i seem to bringing everywhere with me!
we head to the accomodation for the night to drop our bags off and have lunch.
lunch was delish then we go to seal bay. as you can guess, whoever decided to name places (and it was generally the british!) obviously had been watching too much catchphrase and had adopted roy walkers infamous phrase 'say what you see'.
as the weather was sunny/rainy/sunny/rainy, etc, etc it was touch and go weather we would be able to sandboard at little sahara. we made the trek over the sand dunes with another bus on tour and luckily the weather stayed good (to start with anyway!). i decided to wimp it a bit by going down with another girl sitting on it! it was scary as hell, but you couldnt scream in fear of copping a mouthful of sand when we undoubtedly fell off! which was only half way down the dune but so much fun!
i thought i had better try the 'proper' way (basically belly flopping head first onto the board and hope you dont flip over when you crash!).
so, off i go........wwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ouch! i pulled muscles i never even knew i had but at least i did it! so they next time i thought it easier (and safer!) to go down on my feet (like snowboarding). this was much more fun, and despite feeling bruised and battered, and the hard trek back up the dune i had heaps more turns until the sun went down- aahhh! of course i had sand in places you dont want to know about but i reckon this is going to be one of the highlights of this trip.
on the way back to 'the shed' (sounds trendy huh?!) we stop off at a jetty and, armed with torches, we wait for those gorgeous little penguins to make their way up the banks to their nests.
after a yummy dinner of chicken, veg and rice (and pudding!) we grabbed our grog and went outside to where someone had lit the campfire. this was the first time i'd had toasted marshmallows and i was addicted! the burnt the better! of course we were obliged to play a game, and of course the tour guide knew one! imagine this: a cardboard box that you can only pick up with your teeth, no hands on the ground. then you tear a piece of ready for the next person. obviously the box got lower and lower and therefore the game got harder and more hilarious! so, who would have thought my talent was picking up a scrap of cardboard from the floor (grit and all) not even using my hands! well, not me campers! there were 4 of us left and the only reason we stopped was because the piece of card was getting soggy!