The best kind of plans are no plans at all. Last weekend I couldn't on my craftsmanship of building an outdoor decking, if you'll been following my articles, due to the fact that I was busy having a heart attack, figuratively speaking.
On Saturday I met with a bunch of my mates for coffee somewhere in the south eastern suburbs and without my full concentration, an hour or so later we ended up in Phillip Island.
Now this isn't your typical Phillip Island sightseeing and waiting for funky smelling penguins to emerge out the ocean. Oh no, we did something that's not for the light hearted, we went to the
Phillip Island Go Kart Circuit.
A little fact about mechanical Go Karts, sure they only get up to 60 kilometres an hour, and they're really not made to flip like F1 cars, but when you have a petrol tank sitting between your legs and no vehicle interior or airbags life can seem very precious (Helmets were provided and a safety check was performed before the race).
After about 30 laps and trying to beat your mates times we thought it was time to settle our stomach and make way. Logically
The Phillip Island Chocolate Factory was the best choice. Nausea, excitement plus a little chocolate; doesn't end well.
Their famous chocolate fountain
The thing with chocolate is that you don't know how much of it you can eat until there's mountains f it in front of you. And that's what we did, between the seven of us, we ate a mountain of chocolate. It may have been the size of a large ant mound.
Feeling very fat and dehydrated from the chocolate we made way to a place that might be a little healthier. Found this shop that sold salads and drinks. Unfortunately the only salad they had available was crap salad.
"Crab makes you feel fresh right?"
A little over an hour later, having the famous Phillip Island Breeze running through our hair and cooling our skin we revisited our meals on the famous golden sand that the island provides whilst gazing up at the sunset crossing with the sea, that is to say if we could lift our heads up.
Later, after a couple of gurgles of Listerine mouth wash that our one friend, whose day's experience had no affect on what so ever, bought from the Local IGA we headed home ensuring that each person had an available plastic bag for the ride home.
A small note: Sometimes even if things don't end up well, it doesn't mean that the experience wasn't worthwhile.
Till next time peeps.
