Lydia & Julz Go Large Week 26

Week Update 26

Keeping up with our walks, we decided to walk in the opposite direction and trek through the wildness rather than take our usual route. We were deep in conversation, discussing who was going to be eliminated from the Bachelorette, especially after the Bentley controversy. We were walking along the path, when we could see something flying ahead of us. I was trying to make out the image through my contact lens, "Is that a bird? Possibly a large butterfly?"
As we came closer to the flying thing, we were still a little apprehensive about what is was that was flying around, as it was only a metre above the ground. As curious as we were, we hung back while the girl in front of us paced ahead. It was as if the girl didn't even notice this thing flying above her head and in her path, demanding her attention. That was until it swooped down at her but even then she flagged it off as if it were a mosquito buzzing around her head. The typical snowboarder chick approach, anything to repel against any signs of femininity- Ok, Avril Lavigne! We get it, you don't wear dresses, wouldn't be caught dead in pink and yeah you would never be caught crying in a closet about a spider either! A little embarrassed about our sudden obvious halt, as if the flying thing was daring us to walk on. We picked up the pace, continuing on with our deep conversation about having to rush back for the Bachelorette. As we got closer, Julia freezes in our path, grabs me and throws me to the ground in one swift movement, as the flying thing is now swooping at us. Only when it was inches away, did we think it was a flying mouse....not a bird, not a hulk of a butterfly but a bat. We layed there on the ground, "what the hell?" we were both frozen in fear, screaming while this bat dive bombs us. All these years I was under the misconception that bats were nocturnal, you didn't prepare us for that one, Bear Grylls. This was worse than the time I had to throw my Nan to the ground and duck for cover from psychotic plovers and then army crawl my way passed the paddocks. While we were being terrorized by this creature, Julz had a moment of clarity and pulled rank ordering me to soldier onwards passed the bat, as we were ever so close to getting out of the attack zone. All good in theory. This bat wasn't going anywhere, it wouldn't let us past, he was sending an obvious message here- if these woods could talk! Our sense of thrill seeking was fulfilled the moment we jumped off the 160ft bridge over the glacial-fed Cheakamus River, there is no further point to prove with defying the laws of common sense again. We did the only rational thing we could think of and took the noble approach sprinting for dear life. We came back from the walk a little more psychologically damaged from when we left but shared the view of investing in a helmet for future walks.

Julz and I have been enjoying the pool at our new place, swimming a lot after work. We took our lilos down to the pool with our volleyball (the Wallmart purchase that was held captive at the tow truck company) and literally spent hours throwing the ball back and forth- it just doesn't get old. That was until our competitive natures got the better of us, and what started as a little friendly throw back and forth soon emerged into a full force pelt. Julia took a charity shot and pelted the volleyball straight at me in a ploy to draw the attention of the Frenchmen in the hot tub as I was still choking on the water and wiping my eyes from struggling in the deep end, the ball flew straight into my face, had no time to put my hands up in defence. Nothing quite gets the eyes watering like a ball spearing straight into your nose, it's a worse feeling than belly smacking the water, the type that winds you. I was clutching my nose to ensure that nothing was broken. I've come to the realisation that my nose must be indestructible, as it's survived a guy trying to twirl me (key word being 'trying') and ended up with him coat hangering me straight into my nose earlier in the week and let's not forget the countless falls learning how to snow board. I'll keep chipping away at it, until I've replicated Michael Jackson's. Meanwhile, two old lady's took off around the pool, floating on our lilos assuming they were the hotels.

We went out a couple of times this week, as we're still refraining from bringing out the full extent of "Frank the Tank" in us, just for the month of June although our friend Erin came close by corrupting us with fireball. This substance led us to near being evicted from our new place, as we were caught in the hot tub at 4:00am and had the surprise of the security guard handing us our towel and confiscating our pool key. This was shortly after we had to boost one and other over the fence, as our keys were useless after 10:30am. It was not without it's efforts for a mere 10mins of hot tub bliss. 

The next of our nights out, we started with a party in the Hat shop which made for some interesting photos of playing dress-ups.

Love

Lydia and Julia x