Last week it was my birthday. And to celebrate I wanted nothing more than to hit the Australian Alps for some sweet scenery, climb some mountains and stare at the alpine stars. I put a call out on social media to see who wanted in, and eleven of my lovely pals hit me up with a yes. It was nothing short of epic. We didn’t see any stars, in fact we were shrouded in fog the whole time and hardly saw anything, but with this crew, it doesn’t matter if you’re sitting in the gutter or hiking the highest mountain, there’s never a dull moment and we are always laughing.
I was floating on my back staring at the vast blue sky, tropical palm trees swaying gently in my peripheral along the shores, the water a perfect temperature rocking me as I casually drifted along, and mist dancing around the peaks of towering dramatic limestone mountains in the distance. It was a scene from a post card, so tranquil, calm, everything I’d wanted and needed after a busy year. Aaah Thailand.
That bubble quickly burst as something wrapped around my neck, and another brushed against my leg, and then hand and then stomach. I quickly jerked up out of the water to find myself suddenly floating in a sea of plastic chip packets, wrappers and cigarette butts. Tranquility crushed, paradise lost, and I’ve never been the same since.