December 25, 2004

Ho, Ho, Hoe

Merry Christmas to all. I hope the festive season is treating everyone well.

Christmas was quite a bit different then what I'm used to. First of all the lack of snow and abundance of sun was a change. It was also my first Christmas away from home. We ended up doing a secret Santa at the hostel between all the staff members (since most of the people staying here work for accommodation anyways). I was given a shirt that has a dog sniffing another dogs butt and it says "Do I know you?" Someone around here knows me too well I think. That's a sign that I've been here too long.

After supper my friends and I were tipped off about a house party that we figured we would go crash. Getting there became half the fun. First we were going to walk there with the crappy directions we were given. Once that fell through we hailed a cab and asked him to take us to the address. The driver looked back at us telling us there is no street name with the address we wanted. Ooooooh Man. He eventually did find it on the map after 10 minutes of looking at talking to his dispatch. Then he got us lost twice and had to pull a u-turn. In the end I refused to pay the fare that he asked for because of his horrible navigational skills with a map.

The house was cool, but the party was lacking. We only spent about 2 hours there before deciding that going into town would prove to be more fruitful. All the night clubs were opening up at midnight anyways so we would be just in time. We ended up going to a techno club til 5am where I was happy to deal with the drunken idiots who plague this city and insist that I'm jack Osbourne! I try to humour people on it, but one guy thought I took it as an offensive (come on, Jack Osbourne isn't good looking so I'm not going to take it as a compliment). My German friend Stef sits down beside me and starts chatting to me and the guy comes back and apologizes to me and then tells me I'm very handsome. (uh oh) He then goes on saying that I must be good looking to have a good looking girl like Stef as my woman. Whoa!! Now this is where I'd usually pipe up and correct the guy that she's just my friend, but Stef looked scared of him and I knew this guy (like every other guy in the place) would try to pick her up if they knew she wasn't taken. So i got to be the sit in boyfriend for the night to scare off the drunken jerks. if only it were a paying job.

Christmas seemed to turn out well for Adam back down in Melbourne as well. For the guy who went from no money, no job, no woman (hey this sounds familiar) he now has it all. His own place, a new job and he got laid just in time for Christmas. It's like something out of a Disney movie.....without the shag of course. So I'm happy for him. I'm still working on getting myself a quick dose of lovin' before leaving Cairns, otherwise I'm never coming back to the state Queensland again. Gonna go back to my happy place of Victoria or New South Wales.

We shall see how new years goes. Plenty of drunk girls at that time of the year. YAY!!!!

Happy Holidays

December 12, 2004

Muckluck (no good titles came to mind)

The past month has been more or less uneventful. My days are filled with work and sleep.... sometimes drinking.

We had the staff Christmas party last week and proceeded in drinking lots and lots and lots. At some point I was able to steal my supervisors hat (which is a hat from the bar we work at). She hasn't asked for it back yet, nor do I think she knows it's missing. I'm hoping to keep it so I can bring it home.

I finally got my hair cut. Two English girls were bugging me about how out of control my hair was getting and they kept offering to cut it for me. I was uneasy about it until one of them said she's an actual hair dresser back home. The other girl is a hair dresser in training, so I wasn't too fond of her taking scissors to my mop top. It worked out in the end and I now have some hair which is more suitable for the weather in the tropics.

I've finally decided to leave Cairns in the new year and go back down to Melbourne (where the weather is a bit more to my liking). From there I'm going to work on getting myself out to Adelaide, then eventually to Perth. I decided to stick around for Christmas and New Years mainly because I'll get paid so much more by working the holidays, and money is what I would like to have right now.

On Saturday night I was given the horrible job of glass washing at work. It sounds easy, stack all the glasses of the same type onto a tray and shove them in the dishwasher, when done put the tray away somewhere around the bar. Now take into account how many glasses I'm getting when there are four glassys bringing me full trays, and I have to move around behind the bar with busy bartenders. It's a bit more stressful then being on the floor, but I survived. Near the end of the night I was still doing my glass washing and I was sipping on a glass of Orange Juice to refuel my system when two girls come by and jokingly tell me I shouldn't be drinking on the job. I tell them not to tell anyone and we all walk away happy, they then want two free margaritas in exchange for silence. Of course I can't do that and they knew it, but we had a good time with it. They ended up chatting with me while I was stacking trays for about 10 minutes or so when they decide it's time to go and one of them tells me that she'll come back in next weekend to see me cause she thinks I'm cute. At this point they are a bit away from the bar when I yell to them "Come on! I at least deserve a phone number, or a name" she happily replied "If I see you next weekend, you'll get both." What a tease.

November 16, 2004

I work hard for my money

Funny how quickly things can turn around. I went from having no job prospects to having too many that I didn't know what to do. Currently I still do my housekeeping job, now I also work at a bar collecting glasses and some days I work with an appliance delivery company and lastly I'm now being offered the night manager position at the hostel I'm staying at. Seems I may have more money when I escape Cairns after all.

The past week I've spent most of my free time chatting and partying with... (if you guessed a German girl, then give yourself a gold star and cookie). I seriously don't know what it is with me and German girls, but as soon as I hear that accent from across the room I drop everything and introduce myself. This ones a bit different. I WAS going to go for her when I originally thought she was 23 or 24, but then found out she's 32. I only work well with the young naive women. The older and wiser ones see through me too quickly. It's all good though. She's a blast to go drinking with and just having conversations. She's out here taking her rescue diving course so she can become a dive instructor. She claims her English isn't very good (she's a liar, and yes her pants are on fire) and got me to explain half of the rescue diving manual to her. At this point I could probably become a rescue diver too. In return she picked up where my German lessons last left off and I have had a chance to learn some new phrases. Our current deal that we have going is that as long as I cook her supper then she'll buy me drinks for the night. Needless to say I break out my chefs hat every night for her and every night I get passed off as a master chef. Not only by her, but by most regulars in the hostel as well. If I'm not careful, they may put me to work in the kitchen too.

The bar job is a lot of fun. It's something new so it keeps my attention and isn't as mindless and boring yet. In fact, I can't believe I never tried for a job like this earlier. Drinking + Girls = Girls Gone Wild Videos. Well there isn't a video out of our bar yet, but I'm sure I could make one. On my last shift this one girl couldn't find the bathroom and asked me if I could be bothered to show her where it is. I happily obliged and she took my hand as I safely pushed our way through a sea of people and arrived at the bathroom door. She was so overjoyed that she gave me a nice kiss on the lips. I love cute drunk girls. Even working down by the dance floor is becoming a favourite spot of mine. Girls always want to dance with the glass collectors for some reason, and you usually get to girls, one in front and the other behind you. All the while I'm hold my tray full of glasses above my head while trying not to drop it on anyone. I almost look forward to my next shift just to see what will happen next.

The other night we went out to an Irish pub called Shenanigans for their 2 for 1 drinks. At some point one of the guys we were out with says I look like Jack Osborne (it's not the first time I've been told that) but after that he kept introducing me as Jack to everyone and was bringing over random girls just so they could meet Jack Osborne. It was a riot and we all had a bang up time. One of the girls at reception refuses to call me by my real name and instead calls me Jack.

Went out to a popular backpacker bar called the Woolshed. Actually I've been there many times, but it's always fun to meet new people there. While I was there a girl recognized me and it took me awhile to figure out who she was. It was a Danish girl named Louise who I had met on the way up from Hervey Bay. She stopped in Bingara to do fruit picking and only now has got up north. We had a fun time talking about what we had done in the past month until this guy (that she just met that night) came over and thought I was trying to pick up 'his girl'. He kept trying to pull her away from me right in the middle of when we were talking. Thankfully Louise was smart enough to tell him to bugger off for a few moments while we chatted. I got death stares from that guy the rest of the night. I could have taken him though.

November 5, 2004

Happy Birthday take 2

It seems I've managed to land on my feet for the most part.

I have new mates, got myself a job and even got a second chance at my birthday as well.

November 3rd is my unofficial birthday now. A few guys took me out to PJ O'Briens for the Coyote Ugly dancers. It's just bar dancing waitresses if you couldn't figure it out. Then they hold competitions for guys dancing and they can win a bar tab, and then you get the lady dancers from the crowd who are always amazing. While there we found some other girls that I was working house keeping with at our hostel and we joined them and their friends for the rest of the evening. Around 2am PJ's was closing and we all went out to a dance club called SoHo. It was pretty dead being a weekday, but I still had a chance to talk with some new people and meet a few more girls in town. The place closed at 3am and on my way out a guy grabbed me the shoulder and said "Hey Canada! Remember me?" I didn't really recognize him until he said we met in Sydney. It was a Swedish guy named Martin who I only hung out with for one night which was actually my second night in Sydney and Sandy's (Scottish's) goodbye party. It was amazing that he remembered me for we only knew each other for about 6 hours and that was almost 2 months ago now. Simply amazing. We had a quick catch up session on what we'd both done and hoped that we'd both meet up again sometime. So Birthday the Second worked out much better and I went home much happier.

The next day I went back to Gilligan's to follow up on a job application I had submitted for working in the bar as a glassy. I talked with the supervisor who was going to set up an appointment with the manager for me, but instead hired me on the spot and told me to come in Friday night. Which brings me to last night. My first day of work. It's all pretty simple. I just walk around holding a tray above my shoulder or head (depending on how busy it is) and fill it up with empty glasses and take them back to the bar and start all over. I do this for about 5 hours then it's home time. Plus at home time we get a free domestic beer or anything else in a can. No imports though.

Even my lady situation is getting a bit better again. My friend Garry works the bar at the hostel we stay at so I tend to hang out there and bug him for drinks all day. Well yesterday I saw this pretty blond girl checking in and I told Garry "I've found my new target." And we both had a laugh about it. About 20 minutes later she comes over to the bar and wants a diet coke but doesn't have enough money for it, so I step in and spot her the money and that gets us talking a bit. It was a pretty good and engaging conversation because we didn't ask for each others names or where we are from. We just chatted back and forth about what we've done with ourselves the past while. I'm hoping I'll see her around again soon.

As for Marie, I've been swaying back and forth on whether to at least try and smooth things about between us to at least try and regain a friend. or cut my losses and leave her as the fuck buddy that she was.

With that said, it's time to go grocery shopping.

October 28, 2004

Rock Bottom

Well yesterday was my 21st birthday and I can simply say that it was the worst birthday I've had....ever.

I only had one person to celebrate with and he doesn't like to drink or anything so it was quite the sober evening of me being miserable.

I thought things were going to be good because Marie is in town now and that she'd be nice enough to come out for just a little bit. Oh how wrong I was.

I ran into Marie a few days ago on the street as she was on her way to her first day of work. She asked me if I was available that evening and that she'd give me a call when she was done work. Well around midnight she messages me telling me she won't be coming out. Fine by me.

The next day I message her asking her if she has any free time to go do something. I got no reply.

The day after (which would be yesterday) she messages me and wishes me a happy birthday and then asks what I'm going to do and at what time. I give her the low-down and by 11pm (3 hours later) she still hasn't shown up and it's just my buddy Tjeerd and I doing nothing at this point. Plus Tjeerd had to go to bed early because of an early flight to Melbourne the next day. Out of curiosity I call Marie and get her voicemail. I leave a message asking her if she's still gonna come out or she wants to get together another time. I then walk home. Around 1am I get a message from Marie telling me "Sorry I can't come, this isn't working. You are a really nice guy and will meet a lot more people. Have fun. Marie" I'm blown away. This is like her way of breaking up with me......which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that WE WEREN'T DATING! Jeez. So she doesn't want to see me again and I can only assume was stringing me along the whole time.

For those of you who are playing along at home, your checklist should look something like this for Mike's Birthday:

No Money
No Job
No Transportation
No Friends up here (Just in this city)
No Girlfriend (which i didn't even know I had in the first place)

which equals no will to do anything!

Actually, this morning I felt much better. I called home and let my mum know of my frustrations, and Adam called me too and I explained the Marie thing to him. I think he was more shocked then I was.

I'm now more miserable then I have ever been in my entire life. It's one thing to be depressed and feeling lonely when you are still surrounded by your friends and family. It's another to be alone in a city with no friends and now a woman who hates you for no reason.

Even on the walk into town today I passed right by Marie and received one of the coldest stares from her that I wasn't even aware she could produce. It really makes me wonder what I did. In the past I can usually pinpoint problem areas, but this time I'm coming up empty. All we did was have a fun time in Sydney. We agreed to meet in Cairns and messaged each other and ran into each other everywhere in between. I really don't know what I did wrong and I'd really like to know what it was. The biggest problem is it's not a very big city and I've run into her twice already then I can assume I'll be running into her quite a bit if she's working here too.

It hurts cause I really did like the girl and I thought it could have been something great because of how it evolved from what was supposed to be a one night stand, to two people having a great time and a few laughs as they travel up the coast.

I suppose that saga has ended.

The hardest part about this is it's the first time that when I've become unhappy with a city I can't leave. At least with Brisbane I was able to jet when things went to poop. Now I have to start from scratch.

I now need a job so I can leave this city as soon as possible and get on with my life.

God bless the fates for thinking that I need to be punished for something horrible that I've done in this life time.

October 22, 2004

Fat men bounce

The past week has been quite the experience.

I went to magnetic island for a day and went snorkeling along the great barrier reef. At that point I felt that it was the best thing I've done on my trip. I couldn't believe how cool the reef was. The rest of my time on Magnetic was spent laying around in paradise.

I only passed through Townsville and can't see how it could possibly be the capital of northern Queensland. It's too small.

On the way up to Cairns we stopped off at a crock farm and watched this guy feed crocodiles. He was about as crazy as Steve Irwin. This guy will sit on crocks and poke them with rakes while he feeds them. Crazy Ozzies.

When we got to Cairns our first stop before heading into the main city was the AJ Hackett bungee jump site. Now at first I wasn't going to do it due to lack of money. But a dutch girl, Barbra, told me that she'd jump if I jumped. Sure, I can't let a cute girl out do me on this one. So I got up and did it. I jumped and took the plunge in a small pond of water at the bottom. That soon became the best thing I've done on my trip. I remember after my first bounce up when I was coming down I looked at all the girls sitting on the patio area from my bus and had to be a bit cheesy and give them the wink and the gun and say "Hey ladies!" I got my applause and laughs for the day. It was all I asked for.

When we got to Cairns I got myself into a hostel and then everyone from the bus was headed over to a club called the woolshed. I spent my night trying to hit up a German girl named Nicole who was on my left, all the while I had an English girl on my right, Hana, who was hitting on me. I think my smoothness has come back. The evening was filled with lots of free drinks from our bus driver and then lots of dancing after much convincing from Hana.

I've spent the last few days just looking for a job and saving some money, until my parents threw me some money for my birthday. So last night instead of beans on toast (which I was eating for most of my journey cause of how cheap it is) I was able to make a proper meal of chicken, pasta with onions and mushrooms. I got so excited that I ended up making way too much and invited my buddy Tjeerd over to have supper at my hostel. Not a bad meal for only spending $10 on the food necessary which also fed two of us.

Now I play the waiting game. I shall wait for Marie to get here and see what she's going to do next, plus I have my birthday coming up soon. Hopefully it will be filled with many free drinks.

October 16, 2004

The great escape

Oh dear god! I'm so glad to be out of Brisbane. I had such high hopes for the place and then found myself wanting nothing more then to escape it. OK, it's not as bad as I make it out to be. I just didn't have a great time while I was there. It's been the biggest low-light of my trip thus far and now I know never to go back for any reason.

My first screw over was the fact that the hostel was full and only had single rooms available. I had no choice but to either find a new hostel or dish out more money to pay for a single room. I suppose it's nice to have your own room to sleep in especially if I was going to try and get some action out here. 3 days there were spent exploring and waiting for my buddy Adam to get his butt up there from Byron Bay. I figured once he got there then things would be fun and we'd have a grand old time like we always do. The first day he was there I gave him a tour of the city the only way I knew he'd appreciate it, Through a pub crawl. We hit up 5 different pubs from about 2pm that day until whenever it was we stopped drinking. The general consensus between the two of us was that Brisbane sucked and we were only going to stay a few days.

One night two of his friends from England who happen to be living out near Brisbane came into town and we went out that night. It was a night of being thrown out of places cause one of his friends was only 17. It ended up okay because we found a place that didn't ID us and we became chums with one of the bar jockeys. In general it was an alright night.

The next morning some random super hot girl was on the roof and offered Adam and I a joint. I remembered my last experiences in the weed department and figured that if I wanted to seem presentable to this woman, then I had better not smoke anything. We talked for a bit and learned that she just goes around to random hostels and enjoys talking with the people, she's from Surfers Paradise and hated Brisbane as much as us. Good to see it's not just me.

Adam and I spent most of our time in the "Down under Bar" in the basement of the Palace Hotel(it's actually a hostel). On one of those nights he informed me that he had invited down a few of his roomies to drink with us. One of which was a Dutch girl named Iris who he was hoping to shag at some point. Iris and her friend Cloe joined us and then a bit later Adam's other roomie, Erthan, joined us and it was a party. The bar was packed and everyone was enjoying themselves. I kept scanning the room for good looking girls who looked available. At about 11pm two girls sat down at our table and I looked over at Adam and said "Bingo". I thought it wouldn't be too hard considering my recent string of luck since I had been in this country, but before I could get over to her another guy seemed to be trying his luck and this girl blew him off completely. Yikes, that was enough to scare me stupid and not try anything. Adam and Iris were bugging me to just try my luck anyways, but I kept refusing. Iris then took it into her own hands. She started talking with the two girls and found out that they were dutch as well, so the conversation soon changed languages from English to Dutch. This always scares me when girls start talking in another language and keep looking back at me. I don't know if I should smile, or turn away. After a few minutes of conversation between the two Iris told me to just start talking with her. So I went for it. I did the usual travellers questions to get to know her, and we seemed to be hitting it off pretty well. Until she started asking me if I believed her on anything she had told me so far, I didn't know what else to say but "are you giving me a reason not to believe you?" The only thing that seemed doubtful was that her name was Stoop. I think at some point I just lost interest and then she told me that it was nice to meet me and that she was going to find her friend...... I was stunned. It took me a minute just to process what had happened. I just got my first blow off in Oz. Sure I started to lose interest, but I was about to boat that bass and she did it to me before I could act. I can't complain I suppose. I went a solid Month and a Half with having my way with almost any woman I felt an extreme interest in. This was just a kick to the head that told me I'm not as smooth as I think I am.

The next day I decided I hate Brisbane even more then before and that I was going to make a run for it while I still could. I booked to leave on my bus the next day and spent my time sunbathing. Stupid Idea. I pretty much fell asleep in the sun and burnt my chest and stomach. Another point to Brisbane. In an effort to make my last night a bit better, Adam and I went in search of a bottle shop that wasn't a rip off. One doesn't exist in the center of Brisbane. We went back to the rooftop patio of the hostel and drank a lot until I had an awesome idea. Two Kiwi guys gave me an entire bottle of Vodka and I somehow drank it all in 20 minutes. I don't even like Vodka straight! For me, I can't remember finishing the bottle. I woke up sitting on the toilet, pants still up, no puke around me or anything. I felt drunk still. I walked back through the rooftop patio and layed down on a bench until a familiar figure from last night hovered above me. It was an American guy, Brett, who informed me of the previous nights antics. He told me that I'm now the most popular person at The Palace and that my buddy from England was looking after me last night. I checked my pockets and realized I didn't have my room key or my mobile phone on me and figured Adam would have it. I raced down to his room and beat on the door. No answer. Erthan came along soon afterwards and told me that Adam was around the hostel somewhere just not in the room. I went back to the roof to collect my thoughts, if it was possible at this stage. One of the guys who works at the palace saw me and remembered me and let me into my room. There I found everything I thought I was missing and a note from Adam saying 'I guess you won't be checking out today, Give me a call when you wake up." I checked the time on my mobile, it was 2pm. I missed my bus by about 3 hours. Time for sleep.

I woke up at around 5pm and gave Adam a call. He came up to my room and brought me food. He told me everything that happened. Apparently I was so drunk a few girls wanted to call an ambulance to take me to the hospital and get my stomach pumped. It took two of the biggest guys to carry me back to my room where Adam watched over me until about 9am. What a guy. This is why he's my best mate out here. At some point I had hit my head because I found blood on my pillow and the back of my head hurt like crazy. Around 6pm he said I should make an appearance on the rooftop. I came out and sure enough, Everyone knew who I was. Everyone was asking me if I was okay and how I was feeling. It was funny, I had gone from just a normal guy to instant superstar at the hostel (not in the most classy way or in any way that I would choose to do again in the future). I spent my night hearing how everyone thought I was just the funniest thing they had ever seen and how they were all impressed to hear from Adam that I didn't puke a single bit. I was now known as the Hardcore Canadian, and Brett said my name is now going to be a verb for getting drunk. That night he said "I'm going to get seriously Miked tonight." I was off drinking and smoking for the last 3 days I was there. Food didn't even taste that great. I get the shivers whenever I think of Vodka now.

I rebooked my bus and spent my last day taking in the sights and animals at the Koala Sanctuary with Adam, Iris and Erthan. Good fun, got to finally see a Koala, tons of birds with names I can't remember, a couple of Dingos and a Tasmanian Devil. In the evening Iris decided that we should go to the store, buy some stuff and just cook a big dinner for the 4 of us. That was quite the experience having Iris and Erthan argue over what they wanted. On the walk back from the store Adam notices Freja (my German fling) walking down the street with her friend. I would've walked right past her, I didn't even notice. He invited her out to join us for a few drinks tonight while her and I just stared at each other smiling and not saying a word. It was kind of awkward. That night on the rooftop where I was now famous I spent my time chatting to (yet another) German girl. I'm using the German that I have learned and applied it to ice breaking with German girls. It seemed to work in this case. Around this time Freja starts text messaging me apologizing for not saying anything to me today in the street and invited me out to china town to meet up with her for a drink. That's way too far for me to go so I had to decline. Instead I told her we would just meet up later when we both get the Cairns in the north. The text messages went back and forth asking me when I was leaving and if I had time before I left to see her. I was leaving at 11am the next day, so the trooper that she is got herself up and made her way downtown just to see me for an hour before I left for Airlie.

I suppose I couldn't have asked for anything more. I was able to see Freja again, and in all honesty I was thinking about her around that time. We talked about our travels and what we had done the last 2-3 weeks we hadn't seen each other and then talked about where we were going next. The hour flew by and all I wanted was one more to spend with her, but I had to go and get on my bus. We had our goodbye hug and she was on her way. I wasn't in any mood to make conversation with anyone on the bus at this time. I just kept to myself and listened to my music.

At our lunch stop I finally broke my silence and chatted with another Canadian girl and (surprise surprise) another German girl. They became my companions for the next bit until they were to get off in Hervey Bay. We stayed in Mooloolaba that night and left for Hervey in the morning. I was going straight through to Airlie so I bid farewell to them and waited until the bus filled up with more people to chat with. A cute girl got on and all I could think was (ching ching). I didn't make my move til much later in the day though. Our overnight stop was at a place called Bargara. Funnily enough, this cute girl was in the same room as I was and it was the perfect time to make my way in on conversation. Her name was Louise and she's from Denmark. We had some good fun chatting and I got to know another guy name Tgerred from the Netherlands.

That evening was a BBQ where a bunch of us just sat around drinking wine and chatting with a few other girls from the bus going south bound, while we were from the north bound bus. Nothing really happened between Louise and I for I think I was still thinking of Freja too much to really push too much on Louise. She was to get off in a nearby town and do fruit picking anyways. So the next morning I said my goodbyes to her and it was off to a ranch in a small city called Dingo.

That morning at the town of 1770 some people that I knew from my bus up from Sydney to Brisbane got back on. Lindsay, Richard, Julie and Rhiannon told me all about what they had done since I had last seen them. It was a fun reunion. Along the way we blew out a tire on our bus and had to pull over in the middle of nowhere. Our driver got the spare out and put it on but realized that the airbag that levels out the bus was now leaking. We all had to sit on the right hand side of the bus to even it out. Reminded me of that part in the movie Speed. We spent an hour replacing the tire. We got to our lunch stop where a guy came out and fixed up our buses spare tire and gave us a new one, but he couldn't fix the airbag, that had to be fixed in Rockhampton. That took almost 2 hours once we got there. The day was kind of a waste. We got to Dingo much later then expected.

The Dingo ranch was fun. It became a rivalry spot between the North and Southbound buses where we had drinking competitions and a tug-o-war competition as well. There was line dancing and more table dancing. In the morning we got to go on a tour of 45,000 acre ranch in the back of a truck which reminded me of one of those Safari trucks in Africa. We were able to try our hand at throwing boomerangs, Didgeridoo playing and cracking a stock whip. One girl had the chance to shoot a Winchester rifle. The guys weren't allowed to. Damn. It was a great day which ended in just a lot of driving to get us out to Airlie.

Airlie beach is a small place which reminds me of Byron Bay a lot. Not nearly as good though. The first night we went out to a bar called Morocco's which is right beside the hostel I'm staying at. Julie, Lindsay, Richard, Rhiannon and Eve joined us as well and ended up dragging me out to McDonalds at 2am for food. I can't stomach McDonalds so I didn't eat anything. They taught me this thing that they do whenever they go drinking, you hold up your fingers to describe how pissed you are. 1 finger means 10%, 2 is 20% and so on. It provides a lot of fun when people start to argue over how pissed they actually are. At this point I realized just how much fun I had been having since I left Brisbane. Which proved my point that it was a hell hole.

Yesterday I was exploring Airlie (not hard to do when it's only one big main street) and who do I happen to run into? My favourite German girl, Freja. Her plans to go to Rockhampton and then to the great keppel island fell through because of how expensive it was. Instead, her and her friend are going over to the Whitsunday islands to camp for a few days and then she's off to Cairns. I felt kind of awkward again meeting in the street, especially when she started to yell at her friend in German and then her friend stormed off. I felt like I had done something wrong by saying hello to them. It was only a quick meeting for I was getting uncomfortable and just made the excuse that I had things I had to do before I left, she did the same excuse.

Today is going to be another day of nothing. I think I'm going to lay around the pool and read my book, and then I leave tomorrow for Townsville/Magnetic Island, and after that I'm off to Cairns. Freja texted me asking me I'm going to be there, and I've told her only that I'll call her when I get there. I can only hope that the next time I see her, it's for an extended period of time.