Ok so I know this has been a long time coming, but I’ve
finally managed to get back on here with a little help from Miss Ryder.
I started off at Brisbane airport where I then travelled to
surfers paradise, which was not like I imagined it to be at all, apart from not
being the small town I had envisaged, it was full of skyscrapers, bars and
clubs. Nightlife aside I woke on the first morning to watch the sun rise over
the over the ocean and fairground. I spent the following day sorting out boring
stuff like bank accounts (which I still haven’t picked up the card for…) in the
evening, we went to a bbq, where I attempted to learn how to fish, and had my
first taste of kangaroo meat.
The following day I moved into the sleeping inn hostel and
went for my first surf lesson, it was during this lesson I met Marty, an adventuress
Irishman, who was travelling down the gold coast to Melbourne. Our partnering
in the lesson soon got us talking, then having lunch, then having a wander
round the city, talk has long since turned to travel and it didn’t take much
persuasion for me to want to go with him. A little while later, after answering
to an ad on gumtree, we met up with Joan, aka Frenchy, hence our little trio
was born.
Later that evening, surrounded by all you can eat pizza, a
crate of beer and attempts to play pool with no tips, we met Katrina, a Dutch
doctor on holiday from Adelaide after the friend she was visiting got bitten by
a crocodile, I was assured he worked with them they weren’t just wandering
around biting people.
So after a crazy night out, the four of us awoke early in
the morning to start our travels.
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