Gagaju bush camp wasn't quite what we had expected or been told. It was next to a very dirty permanent living camp, apparently full of drug and drink addicts. The camp its self was ok, but it didn't feel very isolated, they had a tv room and two sets of dorms, with the tents just pitched next to it. The experience was still worth doing though. The nights were great fun with everyone being very social, playing games, drinking and just generally having a good time. We met a lot of awesome people there from all over the world, especially Sweden and Germany.

On the first day we all canoed down the river for 5km into a massive lake. Then we took another river into the everglades and had lunch. There wasn't much to do so me and henry convinced everyone to cross the lake to get to a beach where we knew there was a pub. Half way across we realised it was rougher than we had first imagined with waves nearly capsizing us every few minutes. Even so we pushed on, determined to get to the pub, before hearing shouts from behind. Looking back we saw a canoe had capsized. We were first worried if they would be ok, before seeing all 3 of them standing in the water. The lake was only about a meter deep everywhere. The rest of the groups decided they had had enough and turned around to battle against the wind towards the river entrance.

It took a good hour to paddle back, with two guys simply getting out and pulling the canoe because it was easier. When we got back me and Henry weren't the most popular of people, as everyone was fucking nackered with nothing to show from it.

The second day was much easier and was only a 2 hour row, however our group of 15 and been reduced to 9 after the first days events. By the last day we were very ready to leave as we were covered in bites, and I mean completely covered. I counted over 30 on one foot and ankle alone. We got a bus back, I picked up a case for my gopro and we caught the premier to Rainbow Beach.