So. Camping was good. Not the amazing holiday I was preparing for, but that's the way it works when you up the expectations, isn't it? I woke up the morning we were to leave, and started vomiting. I went back to sleep as everyone else packed up the trailer and car. They woke me when it was time to leave. I slept the 2 1/2 hour journey to Lennox Head (in New South Wales), then slept in the campervan thing till 6pm that night. In the meantime, they all went surfing and snorkelling and had amazing stories about dolfins and beautiful tropical fish to tell. The next day was better - I did get to go in the surf, and had some snorkelling time myself. The water was choppy and cloudy, so the most exciting thing I saw were the typical yellow and black stripey tropical fish swimming in schools. That night I took myself off to the beach. It was incredible. No moon, so the sky was just pitch black with a million shiny stars. The water seemed to glow. There were hundreds of crabs on the beach - which meant I had to start catching them. I kept scooping them up and sitting with them as they crawled all over me. One approached ME as I sat on the beach, and climbed up my leg and sat on my knee! It was supposed to be our celebration night, with a special ceremony. Last year Kelly gave us all "jigalots" - beaded keyrings of different colours. We made a pact to reunite them every year at the same time with a special ceremony. It was all set to go ahead when Dave decided he didn't want to dance around in front of anyone else at the camp site. This from the boy who runs naked through banana plantations and dances in the middle of shopping centres. So Kelly got pissed off at him. While Will and I separately tried to be peacemakers but it didn't exactly work. Kelly grabbed me to go back down the beach to cool off. More crab time, plus coming across a fat frog on the path cooled everyone down, but the ceremony didn't go ahead. In the morning, while 4 of us packed up, it was Dave's turn to be sick, with a migraine. I'm a walking pharmacy, so I kept him in drugs, but nothing was working. We finally got him into the car and ready to leave, when he started vomiting and lost consciousness and had a 5 second seizure. I wanted to get him to a hospital- seizures aren't a normal part of a migraine! But he seemed to become more alert afterwards, and refused. So I left it, and we all kept an eye on him for the journey home. When we got back here, we put him in the bedroom with the aircon on, and he slept it off. And now I'm sunburned and tired, but ultimately happy with the holiday. I know it doesn't sound like it, but it was overall a good time. In between any arguments, it was peaceful and relaxing. Definitely not long enough.
