Monga and Dog Shit take on the Blow Holes!

Well you would expect us to at least stop and look at them on route North but the awesome power of the Blow Holes in Western Australia just made me want to get right up close and say hello.

Halfway through this i thought my head might get blown off, not only that but the bigger sets were washing over where we were standing, stupid maybe, fun HELL, YES!

The video is a bit small so hit the full screen icon on the far right. x

The Blow Holes

What do you get when you mix, Mongalloyd, razor sharp reef, big swell and blow holes. A funny day thats what!

The road North

I've finally landed in Exmouth, the road trip North was amazing, with stunning views and nice bays and campsites. We stopped at a few places on route including Shark Bay, Coral Bay, Monkey Mia and The Blow Holes, which was awesome more of that adventure to come later.

We've had a couple of nights out with some new friends we meet in Coral Bay which ended in skinny dipping with a load of men, whilst all the girls sat on the beach with Dan not sure how that happened but Dan just sat on the beach literally wetting himself surrounded by hot girls, I can't remember much but he said it was very funny, maybe it's best i don't remember!

Here's some photos of the trip North, more to come later.

Kalbarri

I'm in a place called Kalbarri which is several hours North of Perth by car, it took awhile to get here but it's worth it. We've had a couple of surfs nothing spectacular but just good fun. We've been having a bash at fishing as well, with the only result being shed loads of seaweed and lost tackle! Anyway here's a few photos for you, enjoy.

Brooker & Helen

We've just left Margaret River where some good times were had. We managed to hunt down some good friends from home, Brook and Helen, who are staying there for a couple of Months as the Cornish Winters scare the crap out of em' both!

It was nice to catch up and do the cool camping thing where we all cook for each other and hang out and act like 13 year old kids all over again. Brooke is by far one of the keenest men i have ever met, no matter what it is he is in there, bar drinking and break dancing, he leaves that to me.

Brookes keenness can be tiring though as on such an occasion when he was adamant that we should go looking for these limpet things to eat, the swell had just kicked in and was pretty solid but this didn't deter Brooke, with everyone else bailing on him he turned to me with his puppy dog eyes and i instantly gave in. Although we were only in ankle to 3 ft of water the amount of water moving around coupled with the swell made it almost impossible to stay in the same place let alone dive down and pry off one of these ugly limpet things, i had already decided that those things were going no where near my mouth! After 20 minutes of being rolled, beaten and dragged this way and that by the swell and the rip whilst holding a very sharp knife, i gave up, Brooke came in with me but not because he had given up, he wanted to try and recruit someone, anyone to get in there with him and battle the swell for some minging morsel of food, needless to say, no one was keen, poor Brooke looked very down hearted that no one wanted to play with him and we made our way back to the cars.

Here's to you Brooke and Helen, thanks for not being mad when i woke you up at 3 in the morning to get the last few bottles of beer out of your fridge, oh yeh and for taking your campsite gate key so you couldn't go anywhere the next morning, these things happen when you have a friend like me, i'll make it up to you some how in the future. x

Right i'm off, Monga takes on Heathrow!

This is it then, after Months of talking about it, I am actually sat in Heathrow Airport Departure Lounge! I've had one of the easiest trips so far just getting to here.

Thanks to some very good friends Dave and Lynne Waite I had a lift up to Heathrow with a night in the local Travelodge, which I was very surprised with. At £19 a night I was expecting a shitty mattress on the floor whilst sharing an adjoining bathroom with a family of 30, but no, it was tidy, clean and i could poo on my own and in peace!

Dave and Lynne were flying out of Terminal 4 so I had to get a taxi to Terminal 3, which after 4 taxi drivers shouting in a cockney accent 'nah mate, you won't fit that in here, it's massive!' whilst unfortunately referring to my board bag and not my man hood, i found a willing driver and we set off, when i arrived at Terminal 3 I expected a long and arduous hour or two of queueing, arguing and being pushed from pillar to post whilst i fight my way through to the Departure Lounge, but once again i was surprised, as i entered a Singapore Airlines host asked if i was flying with them to which i confirmed 'I most certainly am', I was guided (not pushed or prodded) to an empty check in desk where I was introduce to a very attractive lady called Sarah, we shook hands, yes I know "shook hands" imagine if you did that at a Ryan Air desk, you can only imagine the response, the dead pan look on the battered old hags face whilst she drooled all over herself before telling you that your bags look heavy and that you'll have to pay an excess baggage fee as well as a departure tax! Well not here and not today, i put my board bag on the conveyer belt and without even noting the weight (which i was genuinely worried about) she tagged it up and asked the host to carry it to the trolley for excess baggage, i then put my other check in bag on the conveyer where she again didn't even bat an eye at the weight, tagged it up and handed me my boarding passes, as i stood there dumb struck she asked 'is there anything else' to which i replied 'is that it, can i go?', 'yes the departure lounges are on your right and up the stairs, have a good flight.'

After spending the last three years flying on budget shit airlines I had forgot how efficient proper airlines can be and as i walked off toward the security i presumed that my luck would run out soon and that a lengthy security check would ensue followed by a finger poke to check i wasn't smuggling smack or just because the guard likes the look of my asse, but unbelievably as I walked around the corner there was no one there bar a shed load of security personnel beckoning me to come to them, it was almost like they were trying to get my attention first, like dogs waiting for a stick to be thrown, 'oh me, oh me me me me, chose me!'

I waltzed on through shoes and dignity still present, through to the departure lounge, where i now sit after having some food and buying some books.

I can safely say that so far this trip is going off to a flying start, i know at some point it will all fall apart but not now, i'm on a high and people watching in one of the Wolrds busiest departure lounges is a dream for Monga, cause i like to watch people stressing and doing silly things, for instance i've just seen a young child being chased by an over zealous security guard because she liked the look of a toy in Hamleys so she picked it up and walked out with it, all hell breaks lose and a burly security guard gives chase and this little girl who is laughing her head off just runs around a load of seats, it was like a scene out of a Laurel and Hardy film! Life is good!