Approaching our giant inter-island flotation device, the Atlantic Clipper, hopes were high, as were the crew. I'm pretty sure these australians have something 'interesting' in the water to spice up their personality - if not it must be their convict history. Only joking. In all seriousness though, it was so much fun. The general social interaction between the crew and the 50-odd passengers was brilliant, much fun was had. The highlights were probably Whitehaven beach, which, as well as being awe-inspiringly beautiful, possesed the softest sand you'll ever experience in your life - you could brush your teeth with the stuff. Secondly the dolphins and the manta rays circling our boat provided hours of amazement, coupled with the already staggering impression left by the Whitsunday islands themselves, and the gorgeous tangerine glow from the sunset, commanded an indescribable peace that enveloped the ship. The night's activities were hilarious - dressing up and playing drinking games with our fellow backpackers, especially Harry's 'Goon Suicide', which involved him snorting a line of salt, squeexing lemon into his eyes and then promptly drowning himself in good, followed by passing out. Good times eh.