So....Saturday, yes where shall I begin. Well I signed up with the adventure social club dealy to do another bush walk.
The same company that I did the other bush walk with. Upon my arrival at the meeting place I was pleased with the number of people attending this event, seeing as last time it was me and two others plus the guide. There were 27 of us in total, so it was going to be a great social walk, or so I thought.......dum dum dummmmmmmm! We started out and it was really good. It was hilly and we did a lot of steep downhills, but hey that is what I signed up for. It was slightly less scenic then I thought it would be, but we only walked for an hour before stopping for lunch, so I had hope for the future. We were buddied up with someone, and my buddy wasn't too shabby. Easy to talk to, not a total weirdo, so it was fixin to be a good day. The spot we stopped for lunch at was pretty nice. It had some sandstone cave like formations and a big huge rock sticking out over a gorge type area. I my personal self would have walked a bit further before stopping for lunch, but I am from the valley and have a get er' done type of attitude. Lunch was good. I found last time that they provided a pretty good lunch, and they didn't let me down this time. I ate, and chatted to a few people around me. A few real weirdos on that walk, but some really good people too. Then at the end of lunch Mark, the owner, said that he was going to take a few people out after lunch. An old lady and young softy couldn't hack it I guess so they wanted to get out early. The rest of us said we wanted to finish the walk we signed up for, and see the Blue Pool. So we set off and they parted ways, and away we went down into Glenbrook Gorge. It was a steep way down into the Gorge, but I really was looking forward to the rest of the walk and seeing the blue pool. After we got into the gorge Dean, our 'guide' and I use that term as loose as the town whore, said to bear with him he might not be able to find the trail right away, but not to worry he would find it soon. So on we treked th
rough the deep bush of the Blue Mountains. At first it was okay that we had to claw and trudge our way through trees, vines sand and mud. It only went downhill from here! Turns out ol' Dean-o doesn't know his arse from his elbow, and can't be bothered to admit when he is wrong. We spend over two hours fighting and clawing through the bush. It was hard work, and I really felt for many of the older people on the walk. This was not what any of us had signed up for. There were vines with thorns all over the place, and they wouldn't break if you got caught in them, they would just scratch and rip the shit out of your legs and arms until you passed through them. One woman sprained her ankle but had no choice but to carry on through probably some of the roughest terrain I have been through. It was a disaster!! Now many of you know what angry Jessica is like, some have even seen angry Jessica, so I know you believe me when I say with every bush I pushed aside, every thorn that ripped a scratch into my leg, and every grain of sand in my shoe I could only see me ripping the owner of this shotty company a new one. I was livid! At one point I was walking behind a giant German woman who insisted on carry a stupid walking stick, that caused her more greif then anything. It kept getting caught on vines and making for a shitty walk for me. For a fleeting moment I thought about grabbing that stick from her and just beating her with it for being such a ninny. I then decided that it would be a better opti
on to wait till we got to the Blue Pool (where we were meeting the owner) and use the stick on him. If I spat it may have just caused a bush fire, so I refrained, but I was that mad! I mean I paid money for this. I paid money for a god damned guide and a trail. If I felt like clawing through the Aussie bush like an idiot without a clue in the world I would have taken the train up and got lost by myself. In the end we didn't even make it to the Blue Pool, or any where near it. We had to leave because the sun was setting!! The sun was setting! We started the effing walk at 11:30am! The last picture there is of me standing in a river, with my shoes on. This was a common occurance and we had to cross over water several times. Needless to say my shoes are fucked! So we climbed up and out of the gorge and followed a set of rail tracks to..........a locked effing fence. We then had to climb the fence like drunk teenagers runnin from the po po. We never did meet up with the owner, seems as tho karma owed him one or something. Today I sent an e-mail to the company expressing my feelings, sans eff word, and was offered a refund or tickets for another event. As if I would put my life in the hands of the knobheads at 'Life's an Adventure' ever again. Pretty sure satan and I would be having a grand ol' time doing pairs ice skating before I ever do another event with Life's an Adventure. As for the owner Mark Norek, I know I gave you a verbal roasting in the e-mail, but I am mean because you're stupid. I was so tired and hardly ate much all day, sweated like a pig in heat, and was covered in scrapes, cuts and mud. What would be your next course of action?? Go drink a lot of beer of course! Who needs supper, that will just get in the way of all my beers :). I did go and have a few beers and ended up coming home around 2:30am. I was, however, up bright and early and headed over to Manly to chill on the beach (my new fav cure for a hangover), and watch the Grand Prix with Richard. Sunday was a pretty chill day, and overall pretty good.
The same company that I did the other bush walk with. Upon my arrival at the meeting place I was pleased with the number of people attending this event, seeing as last time it was me and two others plus the guide. There were 27 of us in total, so it was going to be a great social walk, or so I thought.......dum dum dummmmmmmm! We started out and it was really good. It was hilly and we did a lot of steep downhills, but hey that is what I signed up for. It was slightly less scenic then I thought it would be, but we only walked for an hour before stopping for lunch, so I had hope for the future. We were buddied up with someone, and my buddy wasn't too shabby. Easy to talk to, not a total weirdo, so it was fixin to be a good day. The spot we stopped for lunch at was pretty nice. It had some sandstone cave like formations and a big huge rock sticking out over a gorge type area. I my personal self would have walked a bit further before stopping for lunch, but I am from the valley and have a get er' done type of attitude. Lunch was good. I found last time that they provided a pretty good lunch, and they didn't let me down this time. I ate, and chatted to a few people around me. A few real weirdos on that walk, but some really good people too. Then at the end of lunch Mark, the owner, said that he was going to take a few people out after lunch. An old lady and young softy couldn't hack it I guess so they wanted to get out early. The rest of us said we wanted to finish the walk we signed up for, and see the Blue Pool. So we set off and they parted ways, and away we went down into Glenbrook Gorge. It was a steep way down into the Gorge, but I really was looking forward to the rest of the walk and seeing the blue pool. After we got into the gorge Dean, our 'guide' and I use that term as loose as the town whore, said to bear with him he might not be able to find the trail right away, but not to worry he would find it soon. So on we treked th
rough the deep bush of the Blue Mountains. At first it was okay that we had to claw and trudge our way through trees, vines sand and mud. It only went downhill from here! Turns out ol' Dean-o doesn't know his arse from his elbow, and can't be bothered to admit when he is wrong. We spend over two hours fighting and clawing through the bush. It was hard work, and I really felt for many of the older people on the walk. This was not what any of us had signed up for. There were vines with thorns all over the place, and they wouldn't break if you got caught in them, they would just scratch and rip the shit out of your legs and arms until you passed through them. One woman sprained her ankle but had no choice but to carry on through probably some of the roughest terrain I have been through. It was a disaster!! Now many of you know what angry Jessica is like, some have even seen angry Jessica, so I know you believe me when I say with every bush I pushed aside, every thorn that ripped a scratch into my leg, and every grain of sand in my shoe I could only see me ripping the owner of this shotty company a new one. I was livid! At one point I was walking behind a giant German woman who insisted on carry a stupid walking stick, that caused her more greif then anything. It kept getting caught on vines and making for a shitty walk for me. For a fleeting moment I thought about grabbing that stick from her and just beating her with it for being such a ninny. I then decided that it would be a better opti
on to wait till we got to the Blue Pool (where we were meeting the owner) and use the stick on him. If I spat it may have just caused a bush fire, so I refrained, but I was that mad! I mean I paid money for this. I paid money for a god damned guide and a trail. If I felt like clawing through the Aussie bush like an idiot without a clue in the world I would have taken the train up and got lost by myself. In the end we didn't even make it to the Blue Pool, or any where near it. We had to leave because the sun was setting!! The sun was setting! We started the effing walk at 11:30am! The last picture there is of me standing in a river, with my shoes on. This was a common occurance and we had to cross over water several times. Needless to say my shoes are fucked! So we climbed up and out of the gorge and followed a set of rail tracks to..........a locked effing fence. We then had to climb the fence like drunk teenagers runnin from the po po. We never did meet up with the owner, seems as tho karma owed him one or something. Today I sent an e-mail to the company expressing my feelings, sans eff word, and was offered a refund or tickets for another event. As if I would put my life in the hands of the knobheads at 'Life's an Adventure' ever again. Pretty sure satan and I would be having a grand ol' time doing pairs ice skating before I ever do another event with Life's an Adventure. As for the owner Mark Norek, I know I gave you a verbal roasting in the e-mail, but I am mean because you're stupid. I was so tired and hardly ate much all day, sweated like a pig in heat, and was covered in scrapes, cuts and mud. What would be your next course of action?? Go drink a lot of beer of course! Who needs supper, that will just get in the way of all my beers :). I did go and have a few beers and ended up coming home around 2:30am. I was, however, up bright and early and headed over to Manly to chill on the beach (my new fav cure for a hangover), and watch the Grand Prix with Richard. Sunday was a pretty chill day, and overall pretty good.WTF mate!?! I know I haven't done one of these in a while, but here is this weeks WTF Mate!? So we go into a pub to have a few drinks after this bushwalk disaster and what is that in the corner? A playground. Yep a playground in the pub. I can see the appeal to families in the middle of the afternoon having a bit to eat for lunch or something, however, the world is filled with douche bags. So this then leads to it getting late and there is an odd mix on that dance floor. I see that girl, whose skirt is more of a wide belt then an actual skirt, grinding on the new love of her life cuz he bought her a double, and then there's little Timmy on the stage next to the blarring music whoopin it up to some Lady Gaga. WTF Mate! Why the hell is there no rule that like when the skanks come out the kiddies go home? What is the convo at home? "Mommy's going out tonight, wanna come?" That shit is messed up! The imprinting that happens in a young childs mind is amazing, and this is what you what to imprint on them!?
Lastly, here is a warning to all you avid readers. I am going on a super awesome trip to Tasmania on Thrusday untill Monday. I am super excited about it, it is going to be great! However when I come back, I will be going to live with Gran, Gramp and the boys in Port MacQuarie. I may not be able to update weekly until things get sorted out, so bear with me. I will do my best. Anyways I am headed to bed, enjoy the week, I am going to Tasmania suckas!!
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