After I did my sailing trip around the whitsundays I headed down to the town of 1770 to chill out after my hectic weekend. A friend of mine here told me I HAD to do this thing called scooteroo. I assumed it was something where you drive a scooter around for an hour and go to the beach. So I book it and show up to the place. I start looking around and realize that there are no scooters whatsoever. Only legit motorcycles. Well, knowing my history with stability on the ground, you can understand my apprehensions. They give us all flamed helmets and leather jackets, (which by the way made me look like I was dressing up for a swap. I CANNOT pull of that look. I don't know how sandy went from preppy school girl to biker chick so fast, but am ill equipped.) Anyway, we get all of our gear on and we are informed that we each will be driving our motorcycle for 60 k around the town. I immediately saw my life flash before my eyes. No way was I living through this. (Oh and the best part was it has been raining all day so the roads were nice and slick.) I inform the lead guide that there is no way in hell i will be able to do this. He sees this as an opportunity to screw with me. I seriously do not understand why everyone feels the need to do that. It's seriously not cool.
So it's finally my turn to "practice" and I completely wipe out. The guy thankfully caught me before i ripped half my leg off, but still, I was NOT smooth. He the gives me this chat about how everyone gets it, it just takes a few tries. He then learned the hard way that not everyone gets it. He didn't understand that I'm Anne....i get scars from rafting, and fall down while I'm walking through the store. I slam my head on a boom more than once in 30 minutes even though I know it's there and trip over every root in a 3 mile radius. I AM NOT EVERYONE. Needless to say, I was a "koala" for the day and rode on the back of one of the guides which actually turned out to be better because 1. We got to go REALLY fast, and 2. I stuck to m,y one and only rule here in Australia...DON'T DIE.
After that little adventure I headed to Hervey bay to go fishing. So usually when you charter a boat, they do all the reels for you and you grab it when one is hooked. Not here. We get about 30 miles off shore, the captain (who was missing at least 8 teeth) hands me a rod 
and goes, "Have fun." Thank goodness I wasn't a total spaz and actually knew how to bait a hook. So i start fishing and everyone is catching stuff except for me. Of course they are. So I'm seriously getting bored and was about to give up when my line bends almost in half. I obviously turn around and explain that i have most likely caught the bottom, AGAIN, when the line just starts spinning away. Everyone starts freaking out and all I can do it hold on for dear life. 30 minutes later I have a bruise in my side and a sore back but this bastard just won't get tired. I finally get him close to the boat and it was a 40 kilo golden trevally, but when I tell this story later, he'll be 60. This fish was a beast. Then he takes off one last time just hard enough to snap the line. I was seriously distraught. But, I get everyone has a story about the one that got away. Most stories are are about their one true love, but mine will forever be the fish I caught on the Princess II......
and goes, "Have fun." Thank goodness I wasn't a total spaz and actually knew how to bait a hook. So i start fishing and everyone is catching stuff except for me. Of course they are. So I'm seriously getting bored and was about to give up when my line bends almost in half. I obviously turn around and explain that i have most likely caught the bottom, AGAIN, when the line just starts spinning away. Everyone starts freaking out and all I can do it hold on for dear life. 30 minutes later I have a bruise in my side and a sore back but this bastard just won't get tired. I finally get him close to the boat and it was a 40 kilo golden trevally, but when I tell this story later, he'll be 60. This fish was a beast. Then he takes off one last time just hard enough to snap the line. I was seriously distraught. But, I get everyone has a story about the one that got away. Most stories are are about their one true love, but mine will forever be the fish I caught on the Princess II...... 
Yes, my darling, I do still love you. I thought your computer was broken, and I have had enough s--- going on that I haven't even checked e-mails. Again, what will you have left to do when you actually get back to the States? Your Uncle Vaughn would be proud of the motorcycle experience, and you look so good on one. That can go on your list to Santa. What's next? Can't wait. Love you so, Nanie
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