T.I.F.I. Goes To Coffs Harbour
Recently myself and the rest of the esteemed house decided to take a trip to the lovely Coffs Harbour in northeastern New South Wales. This is how I found out about the phenomenon of "Big Things".
Australia is known for many things: beautiful women, sunny weather, laid back lifestyle and a predeliction for cursing. Giant plastic flora and fauna, however, was not something I was aware held any kind of cultural significance. How wrong was I.
It all started weeks earlier when it was suggested we should all take a trip to Coffs Harbour to see the Big Slurpee. The prospect of seeing this wonderful thing excited me to no end so I agreed. I secretly hoped for some kind of Willy Wonka and the Slurpee Factory type affair where I could finally get my hands on some Sour Apple flavour Slurpee again.
It was only on the trip that I realised just how widespread this "Big" phenomenon was. The Big Prawn was my favourite given my love of those slimy little buggers. My attempts to scale the walls of the building and feast on its fishy greatness were thwarted, however, by a sore arse from hours of sitting in the back seat so I was content to just take a picture. After some faffing about and stretching we hit the road again and on to the wondrous Big Slurpee.
A few hours and a few stops later we arrived in Coffs Harbour and some unseasonably good weather. Our spirits high we set off in search of a feed and some entertainment. Several hours, a lot of junk food and a marathon game of Jenga later we climbed into bed to rest up for our day of awesomeness.
The next day we awoke, burned ourselves some breakfast and set off in search of the Slurpee. After a few hours of searching we came to realise a horrible truth:
The Big Slurpee was gone!
My dreams of some sort of Slurpee wonderland where it flowed in rivers and cascaded down huge waterfalls were dead. Nonetheless we soldiered on to a few other tourist attractions including the Clog Barn and the Big Banana.
A special mention should go to the Clog Barn as I received a free clog. They ran a little clog-making demonstration in the gift shop and when he was finished the clog maker offered the clog to the person who had travelled the furthest to be there. My girlfriend Megan, always the competitor, shouted 'Ireland!' while pointing to me. I suffered an internal conflict as I thought to myself 'Does it count if I'm Irish but living in Australia?'. Despite my dirty tricks I took my clog without question. The ill-gotten footwear sits on my shelf still.
Australia is known for many things: beautiful women, sunny weather, laid back lifestyle and a predeliction for cursing. Giant plastic flora and fauna, however, was not something I was aware held any kind of cultural significance. How wrong was I.
It all started weeks earlier when it was suggested we should all take a trip to Coffs Harbour to see the Big Slurpee. The prospect of seeing this wonderful thing excited me to no end so I agreed. I secretly hoped for some kind of Willy Wonka and the Slurpee Factory type affair where I could finally get my hands on some Sour Apple flavour Slurpee again.
It was only on the trip that I realised just how widespread this "Big" phenomenon was. The Big Prawn was my favourite given my love of those slimy little buggers. My attempts to scale the walls of the building and feast on its fishy greatness were thwarted, however, by a sore arse from hours of sitting in the back seat so I was content to just take a picture. After some faffing about and stretching we hit the road again and on to the wondrous Big Slurpee.
A few hours and a few stops later we arrived in Coffs Harbour and some unseasonably good weather. Our spirits high we set off in search of a feed and some entertainment. Several hours, a lot of junk food and a marathon game of Jenga later we climbed into bed to rest up for our day of awesomeness.
The next day we awoke, burned ourselves some breakfast and set off in search of the Slurpee. After a few hours of searching we came to realise a horrible truth:
The Big Slurpee was gone!
My dreams of some sort of Slurpee wonderland where it flowed in rivers and cascaded down huge waterfalls were dead. Nonetheless we soldiered on to a few other tourist attractions including the Clog Barn and the Big Banana.
A special mention should go to the Clog Barn as I received a free clog. They ran a little clog-making demonstration in the gift shop and when he was finished the clog maker offered the clog to the person who had travelled the furthest to be there. My girlfriend Megan, always the competitor, shouted 'Ireland!' while pointing to me. I suffered an internal conflict as I thought to myself 'Does it count if I'm Irish but living in Australia?'. Despite my dirty tricks I took my clog without question. The ill-gotten footwear sits on my shelf still.
Labels: big banana, big things, clogs, coffs harbour, dutch, slurpee
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