is there such a thing as a best trip? no trip can be the best in every category?
Day 22 - Sydney
Last full day in Sydney. And last post. On the agenda is shopping, surfing and hiking at manly beach. wow i really didnt accomplish any my items yesterday. who care im on vacation. no agendas just like to do. find out that kevin also wants to go to manly i we head out together knowing for sure it will be difficult to surf. but i can surf at home i can only meet new people in sydney now. we take the ferry w/ adam from scotland. talk is minimal we are all a little hungover from last night. we chill on the beach. and i'm reminded if i come back i would like to stay here at manly beach. bars, surfing, and girls in bikinis every day. we grab a bite to eat at a roof top pub talk about politics in one of those famouse these guys know a lot about american politics but i know nothing about holand new or politics. am i stupid? of course not just a victim of my environment. At least thats what i tell myself. I've learned a lot about people on this trip through these types of conversations and in turn learn a lot about myself. thats really the reason why i travel and the sights are gravy. we do a bit of the bay hike and the day is flying i have to hope on the ferry to catch Greg and Kavita for drinks and dinner. It was awesome seeing them. I told them all about my trip as they are just getting started and wanted some tips. One of there friends i forget her name was even taking notes and asking very detailed questions about my Frasier Island trip. She was a self proclaimed "insecure paranoid". Sarcastic yes but i could tell it was based in reality. I gave her the benefit of the doubt as the just flew in at 7am and had a full day. But it made me realize the benefits of traveling alone cuz she like other people I would find it difficult to travel with. We go eat at this really good thai place. We talk about australia, stuff going on w/ you kids back in SF. They are exhausted and for some reason i'm ridiculously tired as well. But open for another drink after dinner. Everyone except Kavita calls it quites. I find golden ale again! but tap is dry. ouch. We chat about the girl i met in byron bay and the feasability of long distance relationships. There is none. We say goodbyes and agree to try and meet for breakfast in the morning. I head to hostel and the group of guys i partyed w/ the night before are heading out to Gaff on Orchid st. I'm in holey shorts and by Girls Gone Breakers shirt. I dont want to hold them up, plus dont even know if i'm going to rally (i'm beat), so i tell them i might meet up w/ them later. Miami boy are pared of w/ german girls and other that that just one other guy (i think chris who just got back from melbourne he like me was in the hostel before). It's my last night and i desperatly want to make it good but am in a funk. I say fuck it and charge. Chris wants to lay low. I head solo. I go to 2 bars, have 3 drinks and don't say a single word to anyone. Yes I was out of it. Shitty end to an Amazing trip. Thanks for reading. Till next time.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Day 21 - Sydney
Day 21 - Sydney
So since I've already been in Sydney for 3 full days there is really not much on the agenda. Some last item shopping, surfing, check out darling harbor. I decide to walk from the hostel to sydney opera house via the bay walk some other kids in the hostel told me about. It was nice and I only got almost lost once. Ended up in the botanical gardens and stumbled upon the museum of new south wales. Went in not expecting much but was pleasently surprised three floors of 17th/18th centurary european art, Australian artists, Contempory, Asian artifacts. And in fron two statues were inclosed by houses and the statues were turn into room art. Kinda hard to explain but cool. I'd have to show the nonexistent pictures. In all I spend over 2 hrs there. Wow. Free too. I walk threw downtown realizing i havent done that yet. Watch some skaters. One kid trying to jump off a 10 step drop some professionally photogropher were shooting. He didnt land it though. Walk further west to darling harbour. Basically our Pier 39 but accepted by locals and tons of people celebrating friday happy hour. There is a wildlife exhibit, aquarium, imax 3d, chinese garden, martime museum and more restaurants and bars than you know what to with. I people watch then grab a ferry back to Circle Quey main harbor. The ferry was smooth as hell and gave a great vantage point of this gigantic luxury crusier, harbour bridge and sydney opera house. head back to the hostel. play more drinking games. meet more people in my room. one dude kevin is from amsterdam just came from buenos aires. were he met a chick from sydney who told him she would be having a welcom back party in sydney tonight. we get there 10 before midnight and they tell us wecant come in cuz place close at midnight. really? midnight. bull shit. we head back to kings cross. on place is free but empty we bounce. another place is empty looks cool but wants 10 dollar cover. pass. world bar is bumping but says its guest list only. sugarmill looks cool but $10 cover. lame. i'm begining to not like this neighborhood. It is way too North Beach. we end up at bourbon w/ free entry passes we picked up on the street. Place is packed but again mainly guys and clicky girls. I get rejected by this girl. which is fine but what are you at the club for? I notice some girls from my hostel back in rainbow beach for Frasier Island. Another example of a Small World along a Backpackers route. They actually were in my room but i didnt get to know them thatwell at Frasier. We talk the hottest girl its her last night, Aly. I try to move in but lose track of her and she is gone. A few of her friends stay back and we head back to the irish pub. Mistake, 2 drunken guys start hitting on the girls to the point where they want to leave. We try to recover at the next place but the chemistry was kinda broken and we go our seperate ways.
So since I've already been in Sydney for 3 full days there is really not much on the agenda. Some last item shopping, surfing, check out darling harbor. I decide to walk from the hostel to sydney opera house via the bay walk some other kids in the hostel told me about. It was nice and I only got almost lost once. Ended up in the botanical gardens and stumbled upon the museum of new south wales. Went in not expecting much but was pleasently surprised three floors of 17th/18th centurary european art, Australian artists, Contempory, Asian artifacts. And in fron two statues were inclosed by houses and the statues were turn into room art. Kinda hard to explain but cool. I'd have to show the nonexistent pictures. In all I spend over 2 hrs there. Wow. Free too. I walk threw downtown realizing i havent done that yet. Watch some skaters. One kid trying to jump off a 10 step drop some professionally photogropher were shooting. He didnt land it though. Walk further west to darling harbour. Basically our Pier 39 but accepted by locals and tons of people celebrating friday happy hour. There is a wildlife exhibit, aquarium, imax 3d, chinese garden, martime museum and more restaurants and bars than you know what to with. I people watch then grab a ferry back to Circle Quey main harbor. The ferry was smooth as hell and gave a great vantage point of this gigantic luxury crusier, harbour bridge and sydney opera house. head back to the hostel. play more drinking games. meet more people in my room. one dude kevin is from amsterdam just came from buenos aires. were he met a chick from sydney who told him she would be having a welcom back party in sydney tonight. we get there 10 before midnight and they tell us wecant come in cuz place close at midnight. really? midnight. bull shit. we head back to kings cross. on place is free but empty we bounce. another place is empty looks cool but wants 10 dollar cover. pass. world bar is bumping but says its guest list only. sugarmill looks cool but $10 cover. lame. i'm begining to not like this neighborhood. It is way too North Beach. we end up at bourbon w/ free entry passes we picked up on the street. Place is packed but again mainly guys and clicky girls. I get rejected by this girl. which is fine but what are you at the club for? I notice some girls from my hostel back in rainbow beach for Frasier Island. Another example of a Small World along a Backpackers route. They actually were in my room but i didnt get to know them thatwell at Frasier. We talk the hottest girl its her last night, Aly. I try to move in but lose track of her and she is gone. A few of her friends stay back and we head back to the irish pub. Mistake, 2 drunken guys start hitting on the girls to the point where they want to leave. We try to recover at the next place but the chemistry was kinda broken and we go our seperate ways.
Day 20 - Whitsundays/Sydney
Golden Ale is my favorite Australian beer. Have only been able to find it at a handful of bars in Sydney.
Day 20 - Whitsundays/Sydney
Last day on the boat. Slow trek back to the mainland. There is a certian level of somberness. We exchange emails and promise to write. I'll make an attempt but though I got along w/ everyone I didn't see the value in keeping connected w/ anyone on the boat. The 3BC boys jump off the boat into the water though being specifically told to not too. The guys were incredible in there freedom and quest for stupid antics. I have 2 hours to go get my pack and get my money back for scuba and head back across town. I don't know where the bus station is though to get my to the airport to fly back to sydney. Ah it wouldnt be an adventure if there wasn't some suspense. And im good at that. Cuz not only did i pick up my bag and get my scuba money back I also checked email, bought gifts, grabed food, and talked to a few groups on the boat along my walk across town. Very small town you see everyone repeatadly cool but could get annoying after weeks. But still I wanted to stay and relax by the lagoon and party w/ backpackers at night. But to leave for sydney on the weekend would have been $200 buck more so rushed out. Found the bus stop and went to a 2gate airport in proserpine. Transferred in Brisband and was in Sydney by 8pm. Stayed at the same hostel. And and noticed as expected a lot of the same faces. 2 miami kids bryan and kevin both had new german girls well done guys. In fact Bryan grew a beard and he was telling me how he think thats what attracted the german. Luckily for me i had a similar story to share. We play drinkng games. Shoulders. 21. and another one i forgot the name off all fun and will be sharing at the cabin this year. The guys at the hostel are broke and don't go out. I'm not broke and only have a few night left in this trip. I rally solo and head to sugarmill dead, a club which is pathetically dead, then find the irish pub omalley's. I walk in and imediatly notice the guy that I met at Cheeky Monkeys in Byron Bay 2 weeks ago. Small world indeed. Not really though since I've met many people traveling the east coast and they are all staying at the same places drinking at the sam bars. But still cool. We catch up. Eventually join a group of girls and one guy. Girls are from the states, florida. They are all nannies. Funny i always think cute german girls as aupairs in america never americans as nannies in sydney. They are fun. One girl takes a liking to me. She is cute but her grill is fucked up. I'm talking UK grill fucked up. And yes i'm trying to offend as many people as possible. Including myself cuz I end up making out with her by the end of the night.
Day 20 - Whitsundays/Sydney
Last day on the boat. Slow trek back to the mainland. There is a certian level of somberness. We exchange emails and promise to write. I'll make an attempt but though I got along w/ everyone I didn't see the value in keeping connected w/ anyone on the boat. The 3BC boys jump off the boat into the water though being specifically told to not too. The guys were incredible in there freedom and quest for stupid antics. I have 2 hours to go get my pack and get my money back for scuba and head back across town. I don't know where the bus station is though to get my to the airport to fly back to sydney. Ah it wouldnt be an adventure if there wasn't some suspense. And im good at that. Cuz not only did i pick up my bag and get my scuba money back I also checked email, bought gifts, grabed food, and talked to a few groups on the boat along my walk across town. Very small town you see everyone repeatadly cool but could get annoying after weeks. But still I wanted to stay and relax by the lagoon and party w/ backpackers at night. But to leave for sydney on the weekend would have been $200 buck more so rushed out. Found the bus stop and went to a 2gate airport in proserpine. Transferred in Brisband and was in Sydney by 8pm. Stayed at the same hostel. And and noticed as expected a lot of the same faces. 2 miami kids bryan and kevin both had new german girls well done guys. In fact Bryan grew a beard and he was telling me how he think thats what attracted the german. Luckily for me i had a similar story to share. We play drinkng games. Shoulders. 21. and another one i forgot the name off all fun and will be sharing at the cabin this year. The guys at the hostel are broke and don't go out. I'm not broke and only have a few night left in this trip. I rally solo and head to sugarmill dead, a club which is pathetically dead, then find the irish pub omalley's. I walk in and imediatly notice the guy that I met at Cheeky Monkeys in Byron Bay 2 weeks ago. Small world indeed. Not really though since I've met many people traveling the east coast and they are all staying at the same places drinking at the sam bars. But still cool. We catch up. Eventually join a group of girls and one guy. Girls are from the states, florida. They are all nannies. Funny i always think cute german girls as aupairs in america never americans as nannies in sydney. They are fun. One girl takes a liking to me. She is cute but her grill is fucked up. I'm talking UK grill fucked up. And yes i'm trying to offend as many people as possible. Including myself cuz I end up making out with her by the end of the night.
Day 19 - Whitsundays Islands
Day 19 - Whitsundays Islands
The crew wakes up early and i'm forced to do the same since i got one of the last beds cuz I was late and forced to sleep next to the kitchen. By the way the crew is cool. The captain Glen is quite but friendly. 2 guys Liam and Jesse are a riot. Liam talks like a pirate...perfect. And then there is Claudia she is in training and is helping out. She is beutiful. From england. We talk as we sell past these huge mansions on one of the islands about wealth and fulfillment. Yeah I know kinda deep for a first convo. Highlight of the 2nd day is Whitehaven beach. Huge white sand beach. Sand consists of 98.9% Silica supposedly can't be found anywhere else in the world. This stuff doesnt' get hot now matter how hot it is. Was used in the making of the huble telescope. Can be used to polish jewelery. Fun facts may or may not be true but interesting neverytheless. We swim in the ocean w/ stinger suits. Stingers = Jellyfish. One girl gets bit on the foot despite the suite . Bummer. She shakes it off though. 3 BC boys are frolic in the water. Getting wet then diving face first into the sand. Right next to each other. Not minding the stinger suit rule at all. Boys will be boys. We hope back on the boat and get ready for an afternoon of diving. Though I've divin before I start to get nervous. I notice the boat has no scuba gear. I ask and Liam say the dive boat called in and had to cancel. WTF. But honestly slightly relieved. Butstill that was my chance to dive great barrier reef and it was cancelled. Kinda fucked up. Isnorkeled anyways and noticed the visibility was pretty shat. Well at least compared to Thailand and Hawaii. Maybe the dive spot would of been better but i doubt it. We sail to our night time destination watch another increadible sunset surrounded by islands. Really a very romantic experience and you would be hard pressed to find one person w/ out a significant other not wanting to have a significant other right there at that moment. Minus the BC boys of course. They were too busy singing drinking songs. They had a convo argument of Tyre vs. Tire and one of the crew, Jesse, had to wake up and tell them the etomology and to shut up. Also the stars are amazing. You can see everything. The milky way and at times the southern cross. Very magical.
The crew wakes up early and i'm forced to do the same since i got one of the last beds cuz I was late and forced to sleep next to the kitchen. By the way the crew is cool. The captain Glen is quite but friendly. 2 guys Liam and Jesse are a riot. Liam talks like a pirate...perfect. And then there is Claudia she is in training and is helping out. She is beutiful. From england. We talk as we sell past these huge mansions on one of the islands about wealth and fulfillment. Yeah I know kinda deep for a first convo. Highlight of the 2nd day is Whitehaven beach. Huge white sand beach. Sand consists of 98.9% Silica supposedly can't be found anywhere else in the world. This stuff doesnt' get hot now matter how hot it is. Was used in the making of the huble telescope. Can be used to polish jewelery. Fun facts may or may not be true but interesting neverytheless. We swim in the ocean w/ stinger suits. Stingers = Jellyfish. One girl gets bit on the foot despite the suite . Bummer. She shakes it off though. 3 BC boys are frolic in the water. Getting wet then diving face first into the sand. Right next to each other. Not minding the stinger suit rule at all. Boys will be boys. We hope back on the boat and get ready for an afternoon of diving. Though I've divin before I start to get nervous. I notice the boat has no scuba gear. I ask and Liam say the dive boat called in and had to cancel. WTF. But honestly slightly relieved. Butstill that was my chance to dive great barrier reef and it was cancelled. Kinda fucked up. Isnorkeled anyways and noticed the visibility was pretty shat. Well at least compared to Thailand and Hawaii. Maybe the dive spot would of been better but i doubt it. We sail to our night time destination watch another increadible sunset surrounded by islands. Really a very romantic experience and you would be hard pressed to find one person w/ out a significant other not wanting to have a significant other right there at that moment. Minus the BC boys of course. They were too busy singing drinking songs. They had a convo argument of Tyre vs. Tire and one of the crew, Jesse, had to wake up and tell them the etomology and to shut up. Also the stars are amazing. You can see everything. The milky way and at times the southern cross. Very magical.
Day 18 - Whitsundays Islands
are the bars in SF which cater to backpackers?
Day 18 - Whitsundays Islands
Barely make check out and still buzzing from big night of drinking. I grab breakfast right next to the hostel and gear up to start reading my book. When I guy I noticed came and sat next to me. We start talking and I realize he is in my hostel room and I meet him last night while very intoxicated. Very chill guy. I would even say sweet and pure. Don't take it too gay. He is from New Orleans and we chit chat about travel the states his work in Africa as an Electrical Engineer on an oil rig, south africa, girls at the club last night. Convo is going really well and i quickly get the feel that this guy I will keep in touch w/ in the future. I have to drop my bags off in luggage storage for the island trip but we agree to meet for a beer down the street after i'm done. I also grab my booze for the boat. 4 liter of wine aka Goon and a 6 pack. 2 days 2nights on a more sail less party boat this should be fine. I grab a tall pint of Tooheys Extra Dry. Not sure why the exceptionally big glass. Plus Extra Dry has higher alcohol content. We're shooting the shit. Agree that I'm welcom to stay w/ him whenever i come to New Orleans and him the same in SF. I look down at my watch and realize it's 120pm and I need to get to the boat at 130pm. Shit. I book it but it's a farther walk than i expected. I get to the meeting spot and no one is there. Mild panic sweeps over my body. It's a huge harbour and I have no idea how i'm going to find my boat. I ask someone sitting down at the cafe. And some how he just happens to know where my boat is. I run down the dock and hope on. Tardy and sweating. The briefing has already started. Just a bit awkard. But I stand right next to Barbara a girl who was on my Frasier Island trip and some comfort is redeemed. The boat is amazing. I want to 70 feet or so. Sleeps up to 30. Called the British Defender and has a rich sailing racing history. Our groups is about 20. 3 characters stand out imediatly. The are all wearing matching sailing captain hats and obviously drunk already. They have been RV across Australia 1 guy from England 2 dudes from BC. Young and ready to party. They were great and totally turned the tide of the boat. Everyone else was cool but not really there to party they kept it live and provided plenty fo entertainment. They comedy walked the fine line of homo-erotic sexuality. Applying sunscreen on each other excessively taking shots of goon then spitting it in each others mouth by basically kissing each other. It was colleg frat antics at their finest. We get into some hard core sailing quickly all bodies on one side of the deck to keep balance. And before we know it we come up to this cove to swim and watch the sunset. It was beutiful. As I swam in the middle of 74 islands in the pacific ocean and watched the sunset I realized how special this trip really was. We drink and talk the night away. There is a big anti-social group from germany but I met two cool sisters from DC and 3 ladies from BC. One of the cute single girls from BC and I have an emotionally (for some reason) charged convo about my family, brother and dad. After she says she's going to go hang with her friends and I feel somewhat violated (not really but thats kinda funny right?).
Day 18 - Whitsundays Islands
Barely make check out and still buzzing from big night of drinking. I grab breakfast right next to the hostel and gear up to start reading my book. When I guy I noticed came and sat next to me. We start talking and I realize he is in my hostel room and I meet him last night while very intoxicated. Very chill guy. I would even say sweet and pure. Don't take it too gay. He is from New Orleans and we chit chat about travel the states his work in Africa as an Electrical Engineer on an oil rig, south africa, girls at the club last night. Convo is going really well and i quickly get the feel that this guy I will keep in touch w/ in the future. I have to drop my bags off in luggage storage for the island trip but we agree to meet for a beer down the street after i'm done. I also grab my booze for the boat. 4 liter of wine aka Goon and a 6 pack. 2 days 2nights on a more sail less party boat this should be fine. I grab a tall pint of Tooheys Extra Dry. Not sure why the exceptionally big glass. Plus Extra Dry has higher alcohol content. We're shooting the shit. Agree that I'm welcom to stay w/ him whenever i come to New Orleans and him the same in SF. I look down at my watch and realize it's 120pm and I need to get to the boat at 130pm. Shit. I book it but it's a farther walk than i expected. I get to the meeting spot and no one is there. Mild panic sweeps over my body. It's a huge harbour and I have no idea how i'm going to find my boat. I ask someone sitting down at the cafe. And some how he just happens to know where my boat is. I run down the dock and hope on. Tardy and sweating. The briefing has already started. Just a bit awkard. But I stand right next to Barbara a girl who was on my Frasier Island trip and some comfort is redeemed. The boat is amazing. I want to 70 feet or so. Sleeps up to 30. Called the British Defender and has a rich sailing racing history. Our groups is about 20. 3 characters stand out imediatly. The are all wearing matching sailing captain hats and obviously drunk already. They have been RV across Australia 1 guy from England 2 dudes from BC. Young and ready to party. They were great and totally turned the tide of the boat. Everyone else was cool but not really there to party they kept it live and provided plenty fo entertainment. They comedy walked the fine line of homo-erotic sexuality. Applying sunscreen on each other excessively taking shots of goon then spitting it in each others mouth by basically kissing each other. It was colleg frat antics at their finest. We get into some hard core sailing quickly all bodies on one side of the deck to keep balance. And before we know it we come up to this cove to swim and watch the sunset. It was beutiful. As I swam in the middle of 74 islands in the pacific ocean and watched the sunset I realized how special this trip really was. We drink and talk the night away. There is a big anti-social group from germany but I met two cool sisters from DC and 3 ladies from BC. One of the cute single girls from BC and I have an emotionally (for some reason) charged convo about my family, brother and dad. After she says she's going to go hang with her friends and I feel somewhat violated (not really but thats kinda funny right?).
Day 17 - Airlie Beach
i miss watching american sports
Day 17 - Airlie Beach
Arrive early in the morning about 9am. Walk out the bus and it is hot as balls. Already so early in the morning it will be a scorcher. I've gotten far enough North that every day is 90+ DegF. I go the Whitsundays Sailing Office and reconfirm my trip. Sign up for a Scuba session. Conveiniently my hostel is next door so I drop off my bag. Walk around town. It is pretty much one main strip filled w/ beach & souvenier shops, hostels, snack shops, and backpacker hostel's. Placed is definitely a launching pad for backpackers to go to whitsundays. Which is what I am and probably why I imediatly felt comfortable in the place. Grab some breakfast and eat it in a huge outdoor beer garden which is part of Magnums Hostel. Place screams party as well as Beaches hostel down the street. I spot several clubs. Hope on the internet a bit but realize if I don't get sleep i'll be worthless in the night. Walk past the Lagoon on the way back to my hostel. Tons of people laying on the grass sun bathing. I come to the conclusion that there is a shit load of backpackers that hang out at the lagoon by day and rage at night. Not a bad life. Take a nap. A few of the other guys in the room have the same idea. Meet one irish guy who tells me about his sail trip and and after sail party at Phoenix. Cool i have an option. Grab food and a beer at Beaches. Sitting alone about half way done w/ my first beer and a guy walks up and sit down next to me. Chill friendly guy from BC. We talk bout our travels. Through the talk I get a sense of a bit of socially awkward vibe from him. Can't really give an example just that feeling. He tells me about how he has gone out in the past and has gotten thrown out of bars. Another negative sign. But he is social and every time i get up to piss he is talking to new people on either side of us. So I meet them. A couple from Adeliade. They guy very cool. He works for the the starforce basically australian SWAT. But how pimp would that be what do you do? Oh. I work for STARFORCE. Boom! To the right are two girls from england. Friendly girls and end up hoping to the next bar w/ them. There is guitarist playing covers. In fact at the last bar also a guy playing covers. (side note MGMT *might be the whole album. yes!* is on in the internet cafe right now and right about now there getting ready to rock Treasure Island Music festival. Fuck i'm missing it). Stay there for a bit. But my BC friend is getting hamered and I'm not sure what he said but the girls are starting to look at him funny and are obviously losing interest. I just think the whole thing is funny. We head to Phoenix i see my Irish hostelmate. He is on his way out to shenanigans. I stay and dance there for a bit good dj. Head to shenanigans solo. Guy bails w/ new girls i suspect. Girls get tired and want to go home. Booo. Shenanigans had a live band. I dance with the cute indian girl. Not sure how that one got a away. Meet more guys from my hostel room. And we head to mama africa's dance club across the street. A little more swanky. Which I found in australia means more guys and the few girls that are there are pared off or are having nothing to do w/ you. Whateves fun enough w/ the hostel mates and overall a great bar/club hoping night.
Day 17 - Airlie Beach
Arrive early in the morning about 9am. Walk out the bus and it is hot as balls. Already so early in the morning it will be a scorcher. I've gotten far enough North that every day is 90+ DegF. I go the Whitsundays Sailing Office and reconfirm my trip. Sign up for a Scuba session. Conveiniently my hostel is next door so I drop off my bag. Walk around town. It is pretty much one main strip filled w/ beach & souvenier shops, hostels, snack shops, and backpacker hostel's. Placed is definitely a launching pad for backpackers to go to whitsundays. Which is what I am and probably why I imediatly felt comfortable in the place. Grab some breakfast and eat it in a huge outdoor beer garden which is part of Magnums Hostel. Place screams party as well as Beaches hostel down the street. I spot several clubs. Hope on the internet a bit but realize if I don't get sleep i'll be worthless in the night. Walk past the Lagoon on the way back to my hostel. Tons of people laying on the grass sun bathing. I come to the conclusion that there is a shit load of backpackers that hang out at the lagoon by day and rage at night. Not a bad life. Take a nap. A few of the other guys in the room have the same idea. Meet one irish guy who tells me about his sail trip and and after sail party at Phoenix. Cool i have an option. Grab food and a beer at Beaches. Sitting alone about half way done w/ my first beer and a guy walks up and sit down next to me. Chill friendly guy from BC. We talk bout our travels. Through the talk I get a sense of a bit of socially awkward vibe from him. Can't really give an example just that feeling. He tells me about how he has gone out in the past and has gotten thrown out of bars. Another negative sign. But he is social and every time i get up to piss he is talking to new people on either side of us. So I meet them. A couple from Adeliade. They guy very cool. He works for the the starforce basically australian SWAT. But how pimp would that be what do you do? Oh. I work for STARFORCE. Boom! To the right are two girls from england. Friendly girls and end up hoping to the next bar w/ them. There is guitarist playing covers. In fact at the last bar also a guy playing covers. (side note MGMT *might be the whole album. yes!* is on in the internet cafe right now and right about now there getting ready to rock Treasure Island Music festival. Fuck i'm missing it). Stay there for a bit. But my BC friend is getting hamered and I'm not sure what he said but the girls are starting to look at him funny and are obviously losing interest. I just think the whole thing is funny. We head to Phoenix i see my Irish hostelmate. He is on his way out to shenanigans. I stay and dance there for a bit good dj. Head to shenanigans solo. Guy bails w/ new girls i suspect. Girls get tired and want to go home. Booo. Shenanigans had a live band. I dance with the cute indian girl. Not sure how that one got a away. Meet more guys from my hostel room. And we head to mama africa's dance club across the street. A little more swanky. Which I found in australia means more guys and the few girls that are there are pared off or are having nothing to do w/ you. Whateves fun enough w/ the hostel mates and overall a great bar/club hoping night.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Australianisms
1 Australian dollar is worth about 90 cents american
You can get beers in pints or schooners. You gets jugs not pitchers.
they drink espresso (not really coffee) and call it flat white, short black, or long black. i started w/ long black (for obvious reasons) but has since taken a liking to flat white.
Burger King is Hungry Jacks
They have the same cars but call them different names
for the boys urinals you stand on a metal grate
meat pies are popular.
i've been drinking like crazy and I haven't seen a single Fosters beer tap, can, or bottle.
when girls go clubbing they dress to the nine. short skirts and high heels a must.
You can get beers in pints or schooners. You gets jugs not pitchers.
they drink espresso (not really coffee) and call it flat white, short black, or long black. i started w/ long black (for obvious reasons) but has since taken a liking to flat white.
Burger King is Hungry Jacks
They have the same cars but call them different names
for the boys urinals you stand on a metal grate
meat pies are popular.
i've been drinking like crazy and I haven't seen a single Fosters beer tap, can, or bottle.
when girls go clubbing they dress to the nine. short skirts and high heels a must.
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