When I was younger, gees I went on a lot of holidays. Or maybe weekends away is a better way to put it. To local B&B’s, camping, just anywhere that I could escape the everyday. Actually, I used to go fishing a lot, I freakin loooved fishing, Murray Cod fishing. And the weird thing was that I never ate fish so I’d often end up throwing them back, I just loved the sport. Yup give me a deck chair, a riverbank and an esky full of piss, and honestly that’s pretty much my ideal day. Nope, I’m not all that fancy.
Oh man, writing this it makes me so sad. I miss this life.
Anyhow, today I really want to talk about this holiday theme. So, yeah I did the Europe thing (which was crazy amazing – yet surprisingly something that I don’t want to talk about here), you see I had many other amazing short trips as well. Which, to complete the picture of my ideal day, I’d pack up my car, chuck in my girlfriend (lol), and just drive for hours to the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. FYI, anywhere on the Murray River was totally my jam.
In fact, every single year for bloody ages we had our annual ‘family holiday’ at Cobram (again on the Murray River). Fuck these are some of my best memories ever. We’d typically go for about 2 weeks, there’d be about 20 odd people, 5 dogs, 2 ski boats, 3 tinnies (fishing boats), an absolute mountain of piss, all bunkered into this tent city (with shade sails and cars everywhere) right on the riverbank. Haha with my aunty cooking a ‘nosh up’ every morning – a barbie full of eggs, bacon and snags etc – to get out guts ready for the slab of beer we were about to consume each day. No kidding.
But my favourite part of these trips was the pretty much daily float. So, as the name suggests, a big group of us would literally float down the river each day with the current. Yeah typically around 2pm when not much else was happening, probably about a dozen of us would whack on big hats and life jackets, some tyre tubes and really any buoyant object we could find (and of course the esky), then we’d all scramble in the ski boat and head upstream. No shit the boat would ride that low in the water most of us thought it was going to sink. Anyways, we always made it to our destination which was about a 1.5 hour float back to camp – most relaxing thing ever!!
Still, bugger it I’m writing too much again. I just have so many good memories to recollect here, I will wrap it up though. Only first I want to make quick mention of one trip, and that was for my 21st birthday I ‘chucked in’ my girlfriend and we drove the whole way around Tasmania together. I’d always wanted to go there and it was just as beautiful as I always thought it would be. And still to this day I have this weird romance thing going on with Launceston, and I’ve always wanted to go back to my 2nd favourite pub in the world, The New Sydney Hotel in Hobart.
Holy shit… c’mon… of course The Burvale Hotel is numero uno!!
The home away from home.