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Aug. 21, 2007

Okay fellers it's about time for an entry and here it is (whaddya know) On Thursdy we went to the snow at Mt Buller(Bulla... summat like that) it was awesome. Well I'll try and do it all in order.

Okay On Thursdy Burger, Bibleman, (and 2 others that don't have any blogs) came right on the dot of 10:00. We got into the car and began the journey to the holiday caravan park. Supposedly on all the adds of the place they were showing off the fact that they had a lovely creek flowing through the middle of the place. The real thing was a murky lookin' thing with slime covered rocks and Grey drain-water. Bibleman took some photos of us next to some AMAZING monuments (Such as a garbage bin and some drain pipes.. LOL..) We went to the games room and saw pool and table tennis tables and guess what? No equipment, wouldja think of that? they got this tiny looking pool or billiards table and no thingys to play on it... So we finally spied out a sign that said:

'Equipment at receptions(sp?) office 5 dollars refund.' (or something like that) So we plodded over the the 'Receptions' office and would you believe it? there wasn't anybody there... Then all of a sudden this grumpy looking Country Bumpkin poked his head around the corner and said really gruffly: 'Come back later we're having lunch' He sounded like the sorta person that would say:

'OR ELSE' on the end of a sentence like that.

So we walked out deciding from now on to call him 'Mister Grump' It suited him well.

Then when we were Yonks away he ups and pokes his head out of the door and says:

' What didja want?' So we says to him, resisting calling him 'Mister Grump': We wanted the billiard stuff. He goes in and gets it for us. (We reckoned his wife had told him to ask us what we want or else we might sue them). Then what d' ya think? he asks us for 10 dollars!! We felt like sayin' You said on the sign that it was $5! (but we resisted).

Anyway we had a BB(Q) with snags and burger sorta things.

We then gave 'THE GRUMP' back his stuff and he gave me back a ripped 10 dollar note (now I see why he asked for $10, because he wanted to get rid of that ripped one.

Then we went inside and had lunch. After that it was around time to have a bath and get outside and do some commando practicing and things. So Burger and Bibleman, Josiah, and I all went outside and spied on some fellers playing tennis. we discovered vital information like the fact that one of them didn't do well in school and an old lady had watched some old movie that seemed like something the tennis players had done. That same night we saw an owl a bat or two and a cute little bunny (One of which we surrounded it under a bungalow and began to wonder if we should tell it to come out with it's hands up and give us it's money). Then I was told that I was allowed to feel free to have a bath. So I did and discovered why Bibleman And Burger and all the rest (like Dawn90) have to keep topping up their tanks. Oh yeah I'd forgot to tell ya that we'd been to the ski shop before this and got all our ski stuff. It all looked so complicated and mechanical (which it wasn't much) I kept having to go to the car and admire them.

That night I had the worst sleep in the history of the universe. It was one o' those beds that fold out of a sofa. Yoshiyahu fell out of bed and decided it was more comfortable on the floor and stayed there. I didn't get to sleep for ages and decided to amuse myself by making music. (tapping the metal frame of the bed with my fingernails) Suddenly Burger came in and told me an astounding piece of information! He said:

'Did you know that when the crusaders ran out of ammo for their catapults they would shoot human heads!' Then he went back and into his bed.

Then next day was the ski day and we got up at 5:30 to have Brekky and get ready. Burger showed me his prized possession (an exploding pen). We then went to the ski shop again to meet up with the others that were going to ski with us.

We set off and discovered that the Blasted car was having some sorta engine trouble and was guzzling oil like a lizard drinking. The other fellers told us to stop off when we got to the gates to get into Buller National park. We did, and got everything into everyone else's cars and managed to squeeze in ourselves. We were asked if anything we needed was in our backpacks. I said

'NO' (forgetting that I had my waterproof pants in it). It took ages of listening to teenage talk in the back of the van until we finally saw the snow! Yoshiyahu said: 'Oh what a lot of foam.'

We finally got up to the parking place and could see, in the distance, THE SLOPES! I was thinking Hip hip hooray now the fun'll begin and we're gonna have a bonser time. I then discovered I had neither a waterproof coat or waterproof pants. So (oh happy day) I was able to borrow someone else's. They were these stupid pants with suspenders that would come loose at the touch of a hair. Which would in turn make me look as fat as a Sumo wrestler. We had ta carry our ski stuff and those boots that we had to wear were both sweaty and made you walk with yer knees bent. (a pain eh?). In the bus it was sweltering hot and sweat was pouring down our faces. Finally we arrived and we had the most minuscule sort of snowball fight that you can possibly think of. We had to go to this place called 'Cow camp' which we nicknamed appropriately 'Cow pat.' It was like a furnace in there, and we were glad to get into the freezing snowy air. Mind you the 'Snowy air' was still boiling hot. we got our ski lift tickets and Mark, the feller that was organizing this whole thing, gave us a lesson that took five minutes. Then he led us to the ski lift and we went up the slope...

At the top we were told by Mark to 'ski sown the slope' which I commenced to do so with great difficulty. We made our way down to the ski school and were taken to have a lesson with the meanest old teacher that I have set eyes on. She told us the most useful things (not) such as how to wiggle your legs around in the snow. and how to ski down a slope that was 1 meter long and 10 millimeters from the ground at the steepest point. (get the point? a bad slope) This old lady talked in a mumbling sort of groan so that even a professional listener couldn't have heard her!

The most interesting part of the lesson was skiing down a slope that was 10 meters long. Which is saying something. There was a better part though, that was zig-zagging down the whole slope and not crashing once. then we went up the ski lift and went down half way when suddenly one of us crashed. In a mumbling voice she said 'Stay here and group together' which sounded like: 'Group together and ski down the slope.' When she came and found us she was pictured in our minds a as a howling werewolf with fumes pouring from her ears. She grumbled and complained and yelled at us. She called us 'Four teenagers who are throwing themselves around the mountain.' Then when she had cooled off we were let out of that blasted school. we were suddenly free. We were told to ski down to the lunch room and wait. So we did and it was glorious just skiing down that slope and not having to follow a grumpy old person in a blue coat A.K.A. a teacher. The rest of the day was glorious. Whooshing past little toddlers and snowboarders and showering them with snow at 1,000 kilometers per hour. and ripping (literally) peoples snowboards off. Smash and and sliding down the slope on my back for 20 meters. I think I'll leave Bibleman or Burger to fill in the rest of the bits I missed out. It'll probably on this blog so click here to go there. That is quadguys blog and all us quadguys were the ones that went skiing.

Wotcher (for now)

BobaFett~

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