Blue Skies and Grey Seas

I'm just going to tell a couple of stories of my holidays. They are quite funny now, although at the time, it was much more pissy and fustrating.

On the 2nd day at Yamba, a whole bunch of us rented this...pontoon, I think is the word. It was like a platform floating on 2 cylindrical floats and it had railings, a roof (wow!) and a portable toilet. There were 11 of us on it, mainly women and teenagers, with the rest of our group out fishing separately. Now we were all pumped up to get this out into the rivers, maybe find a beach to stop buy to swim and have dinner. Back to port at around 8pm. Easy, right? Right...
So we're cruising away and we quickly get stuck in a shallow area of the river. So most of us (the guys, duh) get and push the boat back on course. We stopped at a beach and went swimming. One of the guys was trying his luck at fishing. I just stole his net and tried to net one of the flying seagulls. They were hovering quite low, but I was unsuccessful. During that time, our pontoon drifted slightly and ended up wedged on the beach. This time most of us did get out and push the boat, but too well, because it started drifting away before 4 of us could get back on. I hadn't intended on swimming but I got wet anyway. Now that sucked. But wait...
We started heading back, because the sky was getting dark and the wind was picking up. We were making our way back to shore and to have dinner on solid land. Except we got stuck in this really muddy area with seaweed. The motor couldn't turn properly because of the shallowy muddy waters and the seaweed. The seaweed literally wound itself around the motor. We tried pushing, but the ground was so muddy, we were sinking to our knees and thw wind and waves kept pushing us back to even shallower waters. And the weather was getting worse all the time.
Even managed to call the other group on our CBs (read: walkie talkies) and they came and began pulling us, while we pushed the boat. Eventually, we made it to deeper water, but the ride was harrowing as the wind and waves kept pushing us off course to shallow water. But we managed to fight our way to shore. It was a hilarious moment, now that I look back. But at the time I was more pissed off and fustrated. And a little bit scared, I admit. It's a nice memory though.

Another quickie, is when we reached Surfer's Paradise and were bring stuff up to our room. My brother, my cousin and I had loaded the elevator and pressed the floor 13 button. But the elevator doors didn't close and nothing happened. So I decided to dash back out and reenter the key code, which was 2580#. The moment I stepped out, the elevator doors closed and bam! I was stuck. I tried the stairs but the door to them was locked due to "security concerns". So I had to wait for an elevator to come down before I could get back up. Damn, eh?

Whew! Quite a long post, but those were two stories that really stood out as being memorable. I hoping everyone else is having an enjoyable holiday. If not, well, sucks to be you then.