Magnetic Island, Australia
Magnetic Island is a largely uninhabited island - most of it's a nature reserve. But there is a campsite and a few restaurants.

Me and a friend decide to follow the path over a ridge to a restaurant - a pleasant 15 minute walk. We have nice big boozy lunch and the sun is out. It's a lovely, lovely day.

So we decide to walk around the coastline back to the campsite - it's just round the headland. Can't be that far.

We clamber over the rocks, up big ones and down even bigger ones. At one point we drop a good 15 feet down a sheer rock to the beach so we can continue. There's no way back, and no way up to the rest of the island from the beach now, but that's OK. It can't be far now.

Rounding the headland reveals... three more headlands and no campsite. The tide's coming in, we've got no water and it's just passed midday in the Australian Summer. Oh, and we'd been drinking lots of beer.

We took 3 hours to get back to the campsite and at one point I gave up and just lay there. It was only my mate's cajouling that got me going again.

Moral: beer is bad for you.
( chthonic, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 10:39, Reply)