I also did this same trip last year. Hamo still never disappoints.
Every year my friends hire a yacht. It's huge, 4 big bedrooms, 2 smaller 'coffins' and 4 bathrooms. This year we even had aircon! Whoooo! Anyway they hire it and cruise around the Whitsunday Islands for 2 weeks, starting and finishing in Airlie. It works out super cheap as my mate Mike is an amazing photographer an he gives his pics to the company in return for a discount.
I can never make it for the whole 2 weeks - too busy and all that jazz. Read can't get additional time off work. So I fly in for the weekend when they moor at Hamilton Island Marina. Fly in Friday and out Sunday. It's cheap, thanks to jetstar, and I only need one day off.
So we flew in Friday 11am and that's when I realized that I hadn't heard from any of them for a few days. When nobody was at the airport to pick us up I had a fair idea that something may have happened.
I'm still trying to get a hold of all my mates and settled with message 'I'm at the pool bar where we go for happy hour. Ph dying, come get me when you arrive.' They would know exactly where I am. Shame ph was dying - story I my life. I really need a new one.
The Swashbuckling Pirate & I had a lovely arvo, cocktails in the pool bar, kayaking around the bay and more swimming and cocktails.
Hilariously the whole 'I lost my friends & my boat' thing worked on my favor. I got the kayak hire cheap as when the guy asked were I was staying I launched into my story and he threw in free locker rental. Lovely guy.
|Hamilton Island - Pool Bar|
While we were waiting we walked back to the shops/marina. Me, always hungry, decided we should snack so I went and got us creamy Brie and crackers to snack on.
|Hamilton Island Yacht Club|
Cue the yacht arriving and it was all go- settle in, shower, change, drink and to the Yacht Club. I'll write about that experience later, but in short - don't go there.
Back to the Yacht for some drinks then up to Bohemes for some dancing. Everyone rocked out and had an awesome time- I think we were the first to crawl into bed (after hot chips of course) about 2.30am.