The Seisa Holiday Park was a fair sized park directly on the
beachfront. The MySwag group took over
4-5 huts, with numbers of group sharing each.
Everyone used this time to re-group, relax, and generally enjoy the fact
that we had made it. There seemed to be
a wandering horse that called the park and surrounds home. You would see it wandering around the
campsites, and sometimes enquiring around the huts. Very friendly.
After arriving on the Saturday, Sunday 10am saw us all roll
out of Seisa to take the 30km journey to the Tip of Cape York, (referred to as
Pajinka). This started with the normal
dry bushland type scrub, but about halfway up, turned into this most
spectacular, thick rainforest. It was a
wandering track through the forest, and Amy commented how she imagined that
this is what Gondwana must have looked like.
The access road ended at Frangipani Bay, a beautiful
beach. From there you had to take a
10-15 minute walk up an undulating rocky outcrop, to finally reach a...
sign. Yep, you get to celebrate with a
sign. Seems a bit weird, but strangely
it does have a feeling of significance to stand there with that sign. We hadn’t
really given it much thought until we reached Seisa, but actually going to the
northern-most point of Australia, in the way we did, seemed like a huge
achievement.
We stood around and took our turn getting our picture taken
with the sign, one which we are quite happy with. A few have noted how happy and relaxed we all
looked, and can see that photo coming out in the girls 21st photo
boards, when their crazy parents took them to the top!!! The girls definitely look cute standing there!
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| We Made it! |
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| The MySwag Crew at the Tip |
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| The Tip from another viewpoint |
We jumped into the group photo as well before we all split,
wandering back to our cars, and driving SOUTH.
We did a little exploring before heading back to camp. We decided to hook into some fish and chips
for dinner, and Glenn had probably THE best burger (top 3 easy) he’d ever
had. Very impressive, and NO
WASHING!!!. Whooo Hooo!
That night there was a group party organised to
celebrate. A tropical theme was the
order of the night, and the girls borrowed some sparkly skirts and sarongs to
get into the swing of it. Glenn put his
Hawaiian underpants on. The girls had a
ball dancing with the other kids in the ‘disco hut’, (mirror balls and fairy
lights). They kept going and going and
going. Whooaa, did they have the moves.
Then it was time for the big raffle draw that had
been organised. Some quite impressive
prizes had been donated by many and varied people, which included solar panels,
recovery gear, parrot fish purse, and first aid kits. The tickets were to raise money for the Royal
Flying Doctors, a worthwhile cause.
We ended up scoring a year’s subscription to a 4WD magazine,
(will be great to read), and we were all highly amused to see one of the tough
recovery guys (JK) win the parrot fish purse.
Suited him to a T. The magazine
subscription was for a 4WD magazine that is going to be featuring an article
(or 3) on our trip. They had sent a
professional photographer on the trip with us (Matt), who had been getting some
pretty impressive photo’s. Let’s set if
Slim gets his magazine debut.
There were a number of notable mentions for the trip, such
as Paul and Maria’s “never say die” attitude in not letting their situation
with their car get on top of them, and still getting to the Tip. Amongst a number of others, Amy was
highlighted for her “Give it a go” approach.
Being the only female to drive most of the OTL!!!! What a champion.
After stretching the girls’ tiredness long enough, we
scooped them up and headed off to bed.
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