Day 4 of our Allanvale adventure. By Stace. She's cool. She remembered her password.

Ok so, Day 4.

First off, Patrick I had to put up with YOUR snoring at Port Campbell. So don't start whingeing about me. And DONT give me that bull about having a blocked nose. Luke tried to pull that and I kicked him in the leg. Several times.

We all slept in the lounge, like Patrick said. Apparently there was some interesting conversation at night but I was asleep pretty much as soon as the lights were out. When I woke up everyone had gone for showers etc and there was only myself, Luke, Kat and Andrea still sleeping. I think. I got frightened when I awoke expecting to see Ashlee's face and instead saw Luke's stubbly chin glaring at me. It was quite traumatising. Maybe everyone didn't go for showers..I remember Caughey complaining about how he'd conjured up such an awesome fire and nobody took advantage of it.

After breakfast and stuff we floated around and tidied up a bit. Some more than others, yes..and some none at all. Operation hunt-for-Kirsten was established and we moped up and down the driveway for a bit calling her name. We thought she'd nicked off somewhere far but I dunno..she was in the shower or something. I wasn't paying attention.

So yes, after that little..er, drama, Patrick, Ashlee, Kirsten and er..oh yeah Caughey and myself went for a walk to see the pretty house. I don't remember what the others did while we were gone. Annie showed us around and it was really cool. Kinda creepy though. I personally thought the huge room with the high-as roof was cool. And the original wooden gravestone. Hey do you think Annie was a ghost? Like a figment of our imagination? She seemed pretty transparent to me.

It was at this moment in time that somebody (Kirsten maybe?) wondered what would happen if the bus crashed on the way home and we were all tragically killed. Caughey suggested that we'd come back to haunt the homestead, and initiated the inaugural hands-in thing of 'team spook'. If we died on the way home, we'd all come back together. *Scoffs* and we were much better than team Jumanji (they don't read the blog, do they?) Nobody will remember that we even did that, I bet, but I thought it needed to be added lol.

So after everything had been packed onto the bus (or left behind) we set-off for the Ghetto. I bagsed front seat cos I'm cool. And cos Patrick suspiciously wanted the seat next to Kirsten. OOhh I'm gonna get burned for that one. Kirsten, clad in her infamous Bunny suit, cheerfully (albeit blindly) hopped into the Allanvale information centre, where she left easter eggs for the people who helped us out with the incident that-shall-not-be-named.

After driving for a while..and listening to Ashlee's music *Sigh*, we ended up on some huge road that eventually led to Ballarat. It had all these war memorial things going down the whole length of the road, and we stopped so Caughey could show me what they were. I thought it was really interesting. Yeah anyway we rocked up at Ballarat maccas and had fun watching heaps (well maybe not heaps) but lots of little kids approach Kirsten. I think some even asked if she had any Easter eggs. What kind of easter bunny hops around empty-handed? An easter bunny with a scary little teenage girl for an alter-ego, that's what. A few cars stopped to wave and talk to the bunny while we were waiting just near the drive-through. I think one guy even asked her if she wanted some chips. IDIOT, bunnies eat carrots.

The bunny suit was stripped off on the way to the Eureka Stokade thing where we had lunch. It was pretty cool there..but most people decided to stay on the bus cos..well cos they're weird. Caughey, Patrick, Ashlee, Kirsten and myself sat at a picnic table and tried to squeeze in mouthfuls of food between laughing hysterically at the antics of Kirsten and Ashlee. It was decided that Ashlee displayed strong symptoms of tourette's syndrome. It was painfully hilarious. Kirsten had a go at climbing up the imitation rock wall in the playground and succeeded. Apart from enjoying my lunch immensely, I actually learnt a few things at the Eureka stokade that could be useful for my History class.

So after returning to the bus and learning how most people had vomited while we were gone, we set off home for real. I don't remember talking much, but it was fun all the same.

Despite living on a seemingly haunted homestead, trekking around farms and up atrocious hills for hours, jumping out at each other in the dark, showering (please note: not everyone showered during our adventure..ew) in a tin room with bore water AND using the infamous outhouse - we all survived and returned home relatively unscathed. The same could not be said for one Miss Ashlee Buzasi.

I left my shampoo on the windowsill of one of the showers. After Preety specifically told me to put it away so I wouldn't forget it. Just thought you'd benefit somehow from knowing that. Yes indeed.

And THAT, my friends, is how you write a blog.

I'm kidding. I'm also buggered.