Several weeks ago Colin's sister, Adelle flew to Australia for a visit, along with a good friend of hers/ours, Tara. We had a fantastic time running around checking out the sites which included a Sufjan Stevens concert (compliments of my inlaws for my bday gift) at the Opera house. We were also lucky enough to spend a weekend at our friends fabulous beach home where the girls got to surf in Australia for the first time. It was such a great weekend. We were 2 1/2 hours south of Sydney and as we drove home that Sunday night the last thing on my mind was our car registration. When we were about 45 minutes from home we got pulled over by the cops and I assumed it was for a random breath test. Apparently our car registration had expired 20 days prior! When we moved last December we had changed our address with our insurers but forgot about registration and we hadn't been around our old house in a while to check the mail thereby disabling any chance of receiving the two reminders that had come in the mail.
The cop, being the ever gracious human being that he is, hit us with every possible fine he could have and then told us that we wouldn't be able to drive our car home. The total cost for the night was $1678 in tickets and then $275 for the tow home. To add even further insult to injury, we discovered early the next morning that if we didn't get our car registered by day 21 post expiration (yes, that very day), then we'd have to get something called a blue slip and endure a several week waiting period which meant we wouldn't be able drive. My amazing boss picked me up for work Monday morning and then helped me organize paying for my green slip and book an appt. with my mechanic. Then Colin took half a day off of work, met with the mechanic who approved our car which gives us a pink slip, then he drove to the RTA and paid our dues. All of that was another $800 dollars. It was the most expensive and unexpected two days ever.
A few days later Adelle and Tara rented a vehicle to tour up the coast to meet up with Neil and Anita. 3 days after that Colin's grandma came to visit for a week. We had one nice day of weather and then rain rain rain. Grandma Houle was a champ though and made the best of a damp week. 5 days after Grandma's arrival we flew to Brisbane to meet up with Neil, Anita, Aliza, Adelle and Tara. Neil was writing his last exam the next morning and we were all going to go on a holiday together. We rented two cute little cars then drove up to Hervey Bay where we rented a huge 8 person 4x4 that probably should have only fit 5 people with luggage and then took the ferry across to Fraser Island where we stayed at the beautiful Kingfisher resort. Early the next morning we took off to start exploring the island. Neil and Colin were designated the drivers of the beast which meant they had to undergo brief training before we were even allowed to take truck. The terrain is indescribable. I had only seen pictures of the beaches at Fraser Island, not the insane roads you have to drive on to get to the beaches. We developed a system where the two people in the front would yell out how big the next bump would be based on a 1-5 scale so everyone could brace themselves accordingly. There were so many adventures on Fraser Island but I will pick my favorite memory.
Dingo Dinner:
The only consolation to seeing that such a beautiful sea creature had beached itself and died, was that it gave me the opportunity to watch a dingo eating a humpback WHALE!
