So, I can’t remember where I left off with my blog and I’m feeling very tired and a little special this morning! The plan is to work backwards from last night, and hopefully I’ll go back far enough to discover where I ended my stories last time!!
Ok, some new developments happened as I’ve been writing this; Thomas has been kicked out of the hostel. He hasn’t been paying his rent and was on a final warning – not allowed to drink and he drunk last night so out he goes. Thankfully he has some work and another place to stay so it’s not the end of the world but the place will definitely be quieter without him.
The 3rd floor crew are currently sat outside having finished a box of goon, a bottle of whiskey and half a bottle of vodka this morning, and it’s only half 10!!! They decided the hangover would be too big, so just kept refilling the tank from last night.
Last night was Stuart and Tarzan’s joint birthday party. Stuart turned 24, Tarzan 19 and a massive celebration occurred. I had to clean the hostel in the morning; I make the beds, sweep the floors and tidy the kitchens for free accommodation…there are worse jobs in the world! So I cleaned in the morning, headed to the Plaza for a small bit of retail therapy before returning to the 3rd floor.
The entire 3rd floor had been drinking since they finished lychee picking so by the time I got back, roughly 1pm, they were all drunk as skunks. It was a normal night of sitting on the balcony, drinking, smoking and socialising before everyone seemed to pair off. It started with Tarzan kissing the Canadian girl in the pool, and lead to Bianca and Stu hooking up, as well and Tommo and Laura. The rest of us felt a bit left out, so everyone retreated to somewhere quiet!
Jess and I were amped to go out to Fridays, the local club, so even if everyone else was too busy hooking up we would go out. We got ready, then Kenton another Canadian staying in my room and a few others all decided to come out too. There was a good band playing downstairs, some interesting people to talk to and a good bit of dancing. Eventually, we got bored downstairs and decided to pay the extra to head upstairs. It was mental up there, and really good music.
The previous couple of days haven’t been much to write about. I caught an ear infection which means staying out of the sea, the hostel pool and of course the cable lake. It’s so frustrating, one thing gets better and another comes along! I think my body is fully against me trying to wakeboard at all while I’m travelling!!!
The hostel organised a trip to the cable on Thursday. I went along for moral support, along with Simon (a surfing Pomm with dreads – lovely, lovely guy who’s going to teach me to surf when my ear is better), Sangu (a Thai nutter whose applying for permanent residency), Tom (Mancunian security), Danny (football hooligan British security!), Ali (Danny’s girlfriend) and Emily (some random from the 2nd floor). I helped them all to stand up and attempt a few laps of the cable of the wakeboards before they all got too tired. It was a lot of fun bossing security around :)
I can’t believe I forgot about Burns Night and Australia Day!! I’ll start with Burns night because that was pretty funny. The police ended up coming over because of noise complaints from the neighbours! We all sat around outside, reading poems by Robert Burns as is tradition on Burns night. There were prizes for the best read in a Scottish accent, and I actually came 2nd – shows you how bad the foreigners do accents :) We were in a very patriotic mood and each nationality ended up standing up on a makeshift stage and singing our own national anthems – the Brits were the loudest for sure!! The Germans were shocking as they had to look up their lyrics online – letting their country down in a bad way!
The following day was Australia Day. The entire country goes mental, drinking, dressing up in their flags and national colours. The local beach had the “Havianas Thong Challenge” which is a big surf race on inflatable flip-flops! Very funny to watch but the locals were getting a little aggro towards us backpackers so we left. I got a phone call from Matt, seeing if I wanted to meet up with him. He picked me up from the hostel, we went to the pub had a few drinks and snuggled on the sofa there which was perfect. We then went for a nice walk along the beach and had a Maccas meal!! Perfect end to Australia day :)
I think that’s about it for now…I’m sure there will be more as and when I remember – the days seem to blur into one at the minute but I think that catches you up with my news for now.
Oh wait, no it doesn’t. I forgot about one very crazy day! The day Matt took me base jumping. Dear lordy, I have never been so nervous in my entire life. Now, I didn’t actually jump just to clarify! We drove to the Glasshouse Mountains in Beerwah and climbed up Mount Beerwah. I climbed halfway up before realising that thongs weren’t appropriate shoes to be wearing so I slid back down and chilled out in the picnic area while Matt continued to climb. I got a phone call from the top, telling me even though it was windy he was going to jump anyways. This was the first time he would have jumped this particular spot, so it added to the nerves. The landing area was the picnic area, a small break in the trees and he had to aim for this!!
I hear a massive crack, look up and his parachute has opened. Soon, I’m hearing “fuck, fuck, trees, trees” and he’s messed up the landing coming in too low and too fast. I think that I’m going to have to pick him up and drive him to Nambour hospital with at least a broken leg!! Running to the spot where I see he landed, I see Matt standing there, massive smile on his face packing up his parachute. Not a scratch! He had grabbed a branch and managed to surf it down through the trees, and landed safely. Luckiest man alive!!
By this point, he needs a beer, and I definitely need some food as I hadn’t eaten all day! We get in the van and drive to Ettamogah pub, where we get some pies and some drinks. I felt like such a tourist but had a massive rush from the relief of knowing that Matt wasn’t hurt – it’s difficult to describe but it almost feels like you’ve jumped yourself!! We then drove the beach, chilled out there for a while before I headed back to the hostel.
Okay, I’ve officially written an essay so thanks for sticking with it if you’ve got this far!! Fancy dress party is in full swing now so I best go get a hoola skirt to match my tiger ears!! Catch you later peoples.
Peace and love
xx
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