This photo is of my friend [Savannah] and I after our exploration-adventure, you’ll see here me collecting copious amounts of fire wood.
Photo source: Emma Gardian (awesome woman who brought her awesome camera along, she has a Facebook, check her out). [www.facebook.com/emmagardian] A ‘like’ isn’t going to hurt.
Over the past three days, there was a large proportion of time where I was located in the midst of a bush, in the popular camping destination Nerriga. During this time, it gave me a lot of time to think about nothing, but it also taught me valuable lessons. These lessons weren’t all taught through mistakes, because for me, I enjoy every minute of camping regardless of if bad shit did happen.
Rule 1 (probably the most important): Plan your drinking times! Don’t start drinking whiskey at 8:30 in the morning and expect to last way on through the night. I done this and all though there was no regret, I was in a pretty bad shape come 8:30 in the night. If I had waited until, at least, noon. I would have lasted much longer. This drinking decision caused an early night, but don’t worry, my friends happen to be very loud drinkers and I didn’t miss out on ANY conversation.
Rule 2: Don’t listen to your delusions when you’ve been drinking! If you’re unfit, drunk and just plain clumsy, going on an adventure with your best friend and your boyfriend who also happens to be on the verge of drunk and has too much sugar in his system isn’t the best idea. Being led through the Australian wilderness by a guy who doesn’t know where he is going and basing his information source off walking the same way a year earlier is all ready a bad start, my best friend and I crossed rivers, braved canyons and exhausted ourselves and we hadn’t even been gone for no more than ten minutes. In the end, I love exploring, would do it again, but probably do up my shoelaces.
Rule 3: Fire is hot! Coincidentally, so are the things surrounding it because as we know children, heat is like the Joseph Fritzel of chemistry in that he rapes everything. I learnt this when I moved an empty Jack Daniel’s glass bottle on top of the fire because (being a few centimetres away was too far). My two blistered fingers are an ongoing reminder that, one; I shouldn’t drink and two; things near fires are hot.
I don’t really have any more rules protruding through my mind-grapes at this very instance, so I’ll leave it be at three. In the best of times, those are three very important rules. Get them tattooed on your forearm in a bold font. Write them on your tent. Scratch them on your friend’s back.