1st Blog

Ok Calm down Angela...... breathe .... breathe.... it was only my first blog that took you 45 minutes to type that just went into the big www into no-mans land and disappeared, I am so sure it was something that Rod did you know when you can just tell. I did everything right I know it. Anyway let me start again now where was I mmmmmmmmm Oh yes I was just cuddled up in bed last night in the sub zero temperature when my current thoughts started to change into shapes and stories that I would never remember the next morning, and the next thing the mother ship arrived to take Rod back to Mars with a roar like that of a jet engine with beams of light strobing in every direction. I shook my head more than once rubbed my eyes only to see 5 4x4 hiluxes, landcruisers and some other noisy machine pull into our once quiet camp site, and 20 aliens from Sydney between the age of 18 – 25 climb out of the mother ship, I mean 4x4, and disrupt the peace of the hooting owl and jiminey cricket. They proceeded to set up tent with lots ofswearing and beer drinking. It was at that point that I had regretted not charging my ipod where I could at least put some instrumental genre on and fall asleep. With alot of pillow bashing into my head and tossing and turning I eventually fell asleep at 3am......

Ok so what was on the cards this morning..... fishing.... You can’t really call yourself a fisherman when everything you own comes still wrapped in plastic or in a box with the price tag on it and you have to refer to the “Book of Knots” on how to tie a hook onto the end of your fishing line ( I am embarrassed t say that my parents own a fishing Lodge.) Anyway with lots of cursing and sucking of fingers each time a hook went into one – we finally looked the part. Off to the water we go which I might add is 10 steps away. Rod decided that trout like to wait just before the rapids and he was going to catch breakfast there, I figured going a bit further down and finding a trout hole where they will gather in bunches easy for catching was a better idea. (Maybe an expert like Kevin could give us some tips and settle our debate) I might add that the deepest part of the river was only 3 feet and we could both at all times see our bait at the bottom of the river. I watched my bait for 10 minutes; 20 minutes and figured there was not a lot going on in my head to think about and I don’t like the pleasure of my own company so I would go and check out Rod at the beginning of the rapids. I found the bucket which we were going to put all our catch in, and the tackle box, he had either decided to find a place to take a dump or he was looking for deeper water. The latter was correct. I watched him for another 10 minutes and these big fisherman decided 40 minutes was a good enough go, and if the fish did not find us in that time then there was none in the Abercrombie river anyway. I called coffee Rod seconded it and we retreated back to our tent and sat down to an amazing cuppachino thanks to the advise from Val on how to make a good coffee in the middle of absolutely nowhere... Thanks Val