Binalong Bay

When we got to Binalong Bay, Ben must have been sick of hearing me say, “Oh man, that water looks so good, I wish I could just go for a swim!”, as he dared me $50 to do exactly that. This all sounds well and good, but keep in mind, the water temperature was around minus-a-million degrees. Maybe a tad warmer, but honestly, not much.

Not having my togs on, having a strong fear of the cold, and also armed with a whole host of other perfectly valid reasons to avoid the water, I flatly refused. But, once Mel heard of the bet, she smiled and exclaimed, “Yeah lets do it!”. I didn’t believe she was serious but then she started ripping my shirt off. Oh yes, the bet was on!

Thankfully my Bonds were almost passable as “European swimwear” as we both had to run to the beach in our dacks. There was much screaming when we hit the water – mainly from me that is; Mel pretty much just laughed the whole time.

The bet was to keep our shoulders under the water for at least 1 minute, and we made it to 2 minutes 10 before being called out. To be honest, the water was actually quite refreshing once our bodies got used to it! True to his word, Ben forked out for dinner that night for the two of us. I have to say, it’s a tough way to earn a meal.