the blue parrot in sydney is still the best hostel i've been too. and i'm going back!
Day 11 - Brisbane
Other dudes in my room wake up way earlier than i wanted to and start making noise. i can't go back to sleep. i roll around till noon but didn't exactly get that slept in kinda rest. I wake up and my eyes are blood shot beyond belief. ok so my eyes are always blood shot first thing in the morning but even after applying eye crack my right eye was still shot. fuck. i looked closer and there was a fat red dot just right of my pupil. wtf. i think a little bit harder about last night and remember getting violently poked in the eye. it was an accident of course but it was hard. and just didnt think twice kept drinking and dancing. but the poke fucked me up. my eye is still red as i write this and i'm not sure if its going to get better (reminds me need to do some eye poke research on line). well if you see me with a red eyeball you know the story. decide to do my laundry and book the rest of my travels. i try to multitask and it completely backfire. the bookings took way longer than expected. only one person at the office and though she was extremely helpful (andcute) she was busy doing 3 different things at all times. i continually forgot about my laundry. 4 washer. 2 dryers. hmm not the best setup. i find my shit out of the dryer in a wet lump. fuck. dryer is full again. take my shit to the laundry mat. but booking took for ever and i nearly forgot my shit. that would of been bad since my bus leaves at 7am the next morning for rainbow beach. finally everything booked. bus/flights & packages to and from frasier island and whitsundays getting back to sydney next thursday. relief all that is done. camera still broke but i picked up an adapter and have a phone again. pass on dinner and instead make an effort to be social at trivia night. meet some more english kids this time a few more girls. we win a jug for best team name "fuck a duck" but dont win any of the other rounds. grand prize being a trip to frasier island. ironic. one of the girls sara is super ansy. saying shes bored and wants to dance. but whining in a british accent is hilarious. think of the "charlie that really hurt" you tube video. we chat and i can tell she wants some "action". and i get drunk enough to give to it to her.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Day 10 - Brisbane
every since the gusty start the weather has been great down here.
Day 10 - Brisbane I wake up early. Hungover. It's hot and I have one of those cold sweets going. Uhhh. Figure out best way to get to brisbane is via train. Can't get any sleep cuz i'm too woried i'll miss my stop and end up in the outback somewhere. Roll out of the train and hit up a park by the station. The theme of this trip has been go to a new town w/ no accomadations planned but figure it out when i get there. read my travel book. hope on the internet. find a place called Bunk which seems cool enough, pool, bar, club and in the party district of brisbane know as fortitude valley or the "valley" for short. spend a good amount of time blogging. pretty damn time consuming and may need to trim the posts. have in mind that i'm going to stay two night even though brisbane doesnt have much to see i figure it would give me a chance to rest and do some arrons (get camera fixed, outlet adapter, postcards, book frasier island/whitsundays, etc.). Hmm I don't even remember eating dinner that night. Maybe i didn't? Maybe that expains my light wait behaviour later that night. I'm beat and decide to take a late nap. I thought twice about it considering it was very possible i sleep through the nap and not go out that night. I did it anyways cuz i was exhausted and basically worthless. Some how i wake up. But not in a social mood at all. Some how manage to push myself out of bed and grab abeer for $7 at the bar. expensive. quickly learn i could of got a jug (~3.5 beers) for $10. game on. introduced myself to a dude at the bar. he's from england, chris. meeting a lot of kids from england and they are all really friendly. he is there w/ a mate. they turn me on to "snakebite" a mixture of beer, cider, and black current (or rasberry flavor) they have an interesting story. chris pulled is friend w/ him on this trip but has apparently fallin in love w/ a girl that he had only know for 3 weeks back in england. so every night he is drunk texting/calling her and not wanted to go out. sucks for his friend who like most travellers whats do go out and chase tale. before you know chris is hammered and excuses himself. we agree it's just a front to talk to his girl. mushy. oh yeah i grabbed a kebab w/ his friend (can't remember his name now). btw kebabs are the best drunk food in australia always at least one spot open late night. i alway see a bunch no my travels but not that many back in the states for some reason. friend retires soon after. i'm alone at the club which is attached to the hostel. good beats no people. keep in mind it's monday in brisbane and even though its a huge city it's kinda sleepy. i decided to explore but have to change out of shorts and flip flops first. bouncer points me to this one club. i get there and place is pretty amazing. i quickly meet a very talkative dude who is very excited that i'm from the states. i think there was some discussion about san jose. fuck though another place with a shit lot of dudes. what is going on australia. at this point it gets kinda hazy. but i recall more the next morning...
Day 10 - Brisbane I wake up early. Hungover. It's hot and I have one of those cold sweets going. Uhhh. Figure out best way to get to brisbane is via train. Can't get any sleep cuz i'm too woried i'll miss my stop and end up in the outback somewhere. Roll out of the train and hit up a park by the station. The theme of this trip has been go to a new town w/ no accomadations planned but figure it out when i get there. read my travel book. hope on the internet. find a place called Bunk which seems cool enough, pool, bar, club and in the party district of brisbane know as fortitude valley or the "valley" for short. spend a good amount of time blogging. pretty damn time consuming and may need to trim the posts. have in mind that i'm going to stay two night even though brisbane doesnt have much to see i figure it would give me a chance to rest and do some arrons (get camera fixed, outlet adapter, postcards, book frasier island/whitsundays, etc.). Hmm I don't even remember eating dinner that night. Maybe i didn't? Maybe that expains my light wait behaviour later that night. I'm beat and decide to take a late nap. I thought twice about it considering it was very possible i sleep through the nap and not go out that night. I did it anyways cuz i was exhausted and basically worthless. Some how i wake up. But not in a social mood at all. Some how manage to push myself out of bed and grab abeer for $7 at the bar. expensive. quickly learn i could of got a jug (~3.5 beers) for $10. game on. introduced myself to a dude at the bar. he's from england, chris. meeting a lot of kids from england and they are all really friendly. he is there w/ a mate. they turn me on to "snakebite" a mixture of beer, cider, and black current (or rasberry flavor) they have an interesting story. chris pulled is friend w/ him on this trip but has apparently fallin in love w/ a girl that he had only know for 3 weeks back in england. so every night he is drunk texting/calling her and not wanted to go out. sucks for his friend who like most travellers whats do go out and chase tale. before you know chris is hammered and excuses himself. we agree it's just a front to talk to his girl. mushy. oh yeah i grabbed a kebab w/ his friend (can't remember his name now). btw kebabs are the best drunk food in australia always at least one spot open late night. i alway see a bunch no my travels but not that many back in the states for some reason. friend retires soon after. i'm alone at the club which is attached to the hostel. good beats no people. keep in mind it's monday in brisbane and even though its a huge city it's kinda sleepy. i decided to explore but have to change out of shorts and flip flops first. bouncer points me to this one club. i get there and place is pretty amazing. i quickly meet a very talkative dude who is very excited that i'm from the states. i think there was some discussion about san jose. fuck though another place with a shit lot of dudes. what is going on australia. at this point it gets kinda hazy. but i recall more the next morning...
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Day 9 - Coolangatta/Surfer's Paradise
there was a bunch of little australian facts that i wanted to share but i'm totalling having a brain fart. next time.
wake up. say bye to steve. see matt the canadian from my first hostel in sydney. small world. may meet up w/ him in brisbane. and go to the surf shop to swap my board. they either have a really long one (~9.5ft) or a short one (maybe under 7ft). all boards are heavy and cheap. i go with the short one. the beach is off the hook. it's a great sunny day w/ no wind and the waves are clean and large. i chose greenmount beach which is filled with long board surfers who are really good. i try to get up on the short board but no luck. again i'm progressing backwards. would that be regressing? may be my last surf day unless i a sneak a day in when i get back to sydney. went out a bunch but didn't get as good as i would of hoped. ahhh there is always the bar. head to the pub and watch the australian leagues football championship. it a good game. probably shouldnt of stayed for the whole thing it's dark. i need to get to surfers paradise and i don't have a hostel for the night yet. but i'm committed to the adventure. grab the bus. fall asleep on the bus. miss my stop. have to back track 5 minutes. no biggie. really how are you really supposed to know when to get off when you don't have any signs or the bus driver doesnt say anything. a bit tricky. i finally get to surfers. i start walking down one of the avenues w/ a hostel on it from my guide. get to the hostel it's completely booked. not a good sign. it's about 8 at night at this point. i go to one a little down the road. they have a bunch of availability. not sure why, kinda crazy. hang out in the movie room for a bit. cool set up and i'm reminded of my first hostel in sydney. the more places i go the more i realize how special that place was. family guy is on. hilarious i need to watch that show more. i head out, grab a kebab and eat at the beach. walk around the place is definitly party central clubs and bars all over. young travellers abound. head to an irish pub. a couple of friendly aussies introduce themselves and we chat. one says go talk to his girlfriend who can give me the run down on cool stuff to do while down under. friendly and cute she is. bump into a guy who is drunk of his as. stumbling. spilling. i slam my beer before him and tell him he has to buy me a drink. bad idea. i get into a racial conversation w/ him at the bar. booo. escape him chilling alone on the balconey guy calls me over. and says something racist to the effect that i can speak in tongues. wtf? two racist encounters on the same night at the same bar. havent had any problem w/ this till now. chalk it up to the bar and head to the next joint. it is a sausage fest. the one girl that i try talking to is not having it. really? again chilling at a table and fell cold water splash on my back. turn around and i can tell a dude tossed it at me. i confront him. ask him what's his problem. and that we should go outside to handle it. as i'm walking outside i realize that this probably wasnt a good idea he is way bigger than me and i start having visions of traveling w/ a mangled face for the rest of my trip not fun. i get out there and his boys are talking shit. great 3 vs 1. i play smart and tell the bouncer then take off. call me a pussy but i'm not trying to get in a fight. oh by the way the guy who wanted to fight asked me where i'm from and though he didnt say anything racial i could tell his tone that he was a bigot. fucking a man this place is garbage. luckily the next bar is way better. meet a cool guy england/australia we talk about his travels to the states. close that place down head to a club called sin. place is killer inside with a good dj but again a meat market filled w/ sausage. girls are more interested dancing w/ themselves then meeting people. i heard surfers paradise blew. now i know for myself. i'll catch a bus to brisbane first thing in the morning.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Day 8 - Coolangatta
no phone. no camera. no way to tell time. ahhh freedom.
Day 8 - Coolangatta
i wake up way early. refreshed. yesterday was the first day and probably only day on this trip that i didnt have a single drop of alchohol. so yesterday at the beach i saw no one surfing. i knew this town had a bunch of beaches so i go on a surf hunt. coolangatta beach nothing. greenmount beach nothing. rainbow beach nothing. clim danger point and pear over the cliff two lonely surfers grabbing some solid waves at duranbh (?) beach aka D beach. i grab breakfast at the point, read a bit. an hour leader pear back over the cliff and dozens of surfers. this is were i need to be. but it's a trek w/ a board. whatever i do it. grab a board for 1 day rental. board is heavy as shit it's one of the cheapo boards not a big fan. In short D beach makes me D bitch. Seriously i had one of those ohh fuck moments and decided quickly to check out the other beaches. rainbow beach had solid surf and was were i needed to be. i couldnt get used to the heavy ass board though. again a coupld wobbely stands up and i'm starting to feel that i'm getting worse on this trip. not cool. head back to the hostel. wash up. go grab a bite. all the restaurants are fully reserved it's saturday night on the beach i guess it's a big night to go out. it gets windy i find a mexcian spot with a decent chicken mole. over hear a couple behind me, one says to the other "do you know what a burritto". funny. head to one club line out the door plus $10 cover. no thanks. head to another club. no cover but guy say it's empty (um your job is to get me in) and i can't wear sandals. so i head back to the hostel and go to the default club downstairs. i'm the 4th guy there. comment "it's packed" to one of the guys. we chat and kick it the rest of the night. cool guy name is steven from brighton, england. the girls eventually star to arrive. young and dressed to the nine. all in slutty little black numbers. very posh. the opposite of mission. very marina. it's clicky. and i can tell i'm going to need to get drunk. i'm not even making an effort to meet other girls you can tell from their body language that there not having it. it's the type of place where you get the "i'm dancing with my girlfriend" and have potential to get a drink tossed at you if you say the wrong thing. and yes both happened to me. it was fun enough with steve and couple other american girls from his dorm. meet one girl in the bar next door. i mention some obscure anchor man reference and she goes off w/ a bunch of quotes from the movie. keep it classy san diego.
Day 7 - Coolangatta
funny my camera stops working the same day i find an internet spot where i can upload pics.
Day 7 - Coolangatta
Check out of the very lame Nomads hostel. Grab brekky (yes thats what they call it here) figure out where i could possibly stay the night in Coolangatta. And meet up with Yve. We head north along the pacific highway. Talk about school, jobs, religion. She's catholic. But non-practicing just like the rest of us. We talk about crazy relatives who try to ram religion down our throat. I guess we all have them. We get to coolangatta in no time. It's not at all what i expected. I thought it would be a small beach town even smaller than byron bay. nope. full of high rises and you can't even see the beach from the main strip. I find a tourist office and getting pointed to a much closer hostel in downtown. Whew i was about to be 2km out of town in a cabin/camping situation. Instead i'm at a hostel which is on top of a bar, a restaurant, a small casino (slots) and a club and next door to a wine cellar all within 1/2 a block of the beach. wow. can you say vegas? we grab some snacks head to the beach. it's huge. immediatley she takes her top off. i try play cool but come on this never happens in the states. if it does it... no it never happens. but i'm not complaining. body is bangin. we listen to her ipod she has a shit load hip hop and r&b. i'm talking old school stuff too like biggie and 112. plus all the new stuff. rad. her favorite group is artic monkeys (i'm listening to them right now, not bad) head to the cafe for some luch/early dinner and spend hours hanging out talking. random shit there is a baby in a onesy (?) and i tell her about my idea for pods' bday. yes grown men dressing like babies! it's getting ot the point in the day where the plan was that she would drive back to byron bay today but neither of us want this to end. we got back to my hostel. i'm in a 4bed dorm. no one is there. we test the lock. it doesn't work so any one could pretty much come in at anytime. that doesn't stop us. music starts blazing. apparently my room is right above. great? i was pretty sure at this point she would stay the night but she starts talking about that she really needs to go. i try to get her to stay, but no luck. we say our goodbyes. i give her my email (will she write?), she cries as she leaves. not in the mood to hit the club and i force myself to bed. bass thumping downstairs. miserable. i do remember them playing mgmt kids though.
Day 7 - Coolangatta
Check out of the very lame Nomads hostel. Grab brekky (yes thats what they call it here) figure out where i could possibly stay the night in Coolangatta. And meet up with Yve. We head north along the pacific highway. Talk about school, jobs, religion. She's catholic. But non-practicing just like the rest of us. We talk about crazy relatives who try to ram religion down our throat. I guess we all have them. We get to coolangatta in no time. It's not at all what i expected. I thought it would be a small beach town even smaller than byron bay. nope. full of high rises and you can't even see the beach from the main strip. I find a tourist office and getting pointed to a much closer hostel in downtown. Whew i was about to be 2km out of town in a cabin/camping situation. Instead i'm at a hostel which is on top of a bar, a restaurant, a small casino (slots) and a club and next door to a wine cellar all within 1/2 a block of the beach. wow. can you say vegas? we grab some snacks head to the beach. it's huge. immediatley she takes her top off. i try play cool but come on this never happens in the states. if it does it... no it never happens. but i'm not complaining. body is bangin. we listen to her ipod she has a shit load hip hop and r&b. i'm talking old school stuff too like biggie and 112. plus all the new stuff. rad. her favorite group is artic monkeys (i'm listening to them right now, not bad) head to the cafe for some luch/early dinner and spend hours hanging out talking. random shit there is a baby in a onesy (?) and i tell her about my idea for pods' bday. yes grown men dressing like babies! it's getting ot the point in the day where the plan was that she would drive back to byron bay today but neither of us want this to end. we got back to my hostel. i'm in a 4bed dorm. no one is there. we test the lock. it doesn't work so any one could pretty much come in at anytime. that doesn't stop us. music starts blazing. apparently my room is right above. great? i was pretty sure at this point she would stay the night but she starts talking about that she really needs to go. i try to get her to stay, but no luck. we say our goodbyes. i give her my email (will she write?), she cries as she leaves. not in the mood to hit the club and i force myself to bed. bass thumping downstairs. miserable. i do remember them playing mgmt kids though.
Day 6 - Byron Bay
reread some posts. already known, my spelling is no better than a retarded monkey. her name is singular Yve not plural, Yves.
Day 6 - Yve didn't sleep over but we agreed to meet back at the same spot we first met later tonight. i decide that i want to stay at nomad's one more night considering the new found benefits of having your own room. unfortunately a group is moving in to my room and i have to change rooms. shit to lazy to go look for another hostel at this point i take the room, and put my shit down. one person sleeping. one couple in bed watching a movie. still haven't met anybody from this hostel. reiterates how opposite it from my place in sydney.
i grab breakfast, eggs & bacon (our ham) on toast is big here, figure out how to get to the next town coolangatta, supposed to be great surf, buy a bus ticket. cool got that out of the way no focus on getting a board and surfing. minor issue. the only surfable beach that i've found is far away and i'm not sure even how to walk there. no problem the surf shop sorts me out. the walk actually wasn't that bad. the break is weird, coming into the beach diagnolly at one position then if your a little farther out it comes straight in or even slightly diagonal the other way. so i'm pretty busy trying not to get in peoples ways. i eventually find a beginner area and catch a few wobbly waves. perhaps i'm giving my self to much credit for just finding a shop, getting a board, and making it to the beach. i'm finding i'm not pushing to hard when i get there to get better. may just be a "i'm on vacation, relax" thing. on top of that i don't have any way of telling time so i'm always afraid i'm going to fall over and get charged up the ying. so i left way early and could of road some more. oh well i'm on vacation. chill at a couple cafes, read a lot, eat this amazing banana walnut bread w/ syrup dipping sauce and a rasberry glaze. don't even eat dinner it was huge. go get changed and hit the pub. i walk in the place is slammed. surprising for so early. they have some kind of raffle/prize night. Dude standing on a chair spinning numbers. the prizes are, check this out, raw meat products. yeah raw steak, sausage, even cartons of eggs. WTF. so the bar is full of men drinking beer w/ random raw meat products placed through the bar. i'm trying to think of something funny to say perhaps tie it into a drunk degenerate easter bunny w/ a meat fetish...but i got nothing. have a few beers and head to beach hotel to meet Yve. She is there a bit after meeting time but well before the time i have to start thinking when is it appropriate to bail. Grab a drink share stories about her day. She really is not feeling her friends and her negativity to be honest is a bit of a downer. luckily we quickly change topics and the chat is smooth the rest of the night. go grab a bottle of wine at this place called the balcony. sweet place with; you got it a large outdoor balcony that wraps around the place. only draw back the waitress starts hurding us to another section of the restaurant, apprantly there starting to close. we end sitting w/ an older couple from australia. talk about random stuff, but i remember a conversation about min wage and tips. how in usa food service wage is lower but tips are larger and in australia wage is much higher but no tips. which is better? i don't know. i don't care. luckily we got onto another topic. we try hitting up another spot but nothing is really open except clubs. neither of us being interested in this option we opt for the make out session behind the bus stop. damn it sucks not having you own room. i walk her back to her place and she offers to drive me to coolangatta. sweet! friends we may have the making of an australia romance.
Day 6 - Yve didn't sleep over but we agreed to meet back at the same spot we first met later tonight. i decide that i want to stay at nomad's one more night considering the new found benefits of having your own room. unfortunately a group is moving in to my room and i have to change rooms. shit to lazy to go look for another hostel at this point i take the room, and put my shit down. one person sleeping. one couple in bed watching a movie. still haven't met anybody from this hostel. reiterates how opposite it from my place in sydney.
i grab breakfast, eggs & bacon (our ham) on toast is big here, figure out how to get to the next town coolangatta, supposed to be great surf, buy a bus ticket. cool got that out of the way no focus on getting a board and surfing. minor issue. the only surfable beach that i've found is far away and i'm not sure even how to walk there. no problem the surf shop sorts me out. the walk actually wasn't that bad. the break is weird, coming into the beach diagnolly at one position then if your a little farther out it comes straight in or even slightly diagonal the other way. so i'm pretty busy trying not to get in peoples ways. i eventually find a beginner area and catch a few wobbly waves. perhaps i'm giving my self to much credit for just finding a shop, getting a board, and making it to the beach. i'm finding i'm not pushing to hard when i get there to get better. may just be a "i'm on vacation, relax" thing. on top of that i don't have any way of telling time so i'm always afraid i'm going to fall over and get charged up the ying. so i left way early and could of road some more. oh well i'm on vacation. chill at a couple cafes, read a lot, eat this amazing banana walnut bread w/ syrup dipping sauce and a rasberry glaze. don't even eat dinner it was huge. go get changed and hit the pub. i walk in the place is slammed. surprising for so early. they have some kind of raffle/prize night. Dude standing on a chair spinning numbers. the prizes are, check this out, raw meat products. yeah raw steak, sausage, even cartons of eggs. WTF. so the bar is full of men drinking beer w/ random raw meat products placed through the bar. i'm trying to think of something funny to say perhaps tie it into a drunk degenerate easter bunny w/ a meat fetish...but i got nothing. have a few beers and head to beach hotel to meet Yve. She is there a bit after meeting time but well before the time i have to start thinking when is it appropriate to bail. Grab a drink share stories about her day. She really is not feeling her friends and her negativity to be honest is a bit of a downer. luckily we quickly change topics and the chat is smooth the rest of the night. go grab a bottle of wine at this place called the balcony. sweet place with; you got it a large outdoor balcony that wraps around the place. only draw back the waitress starts hurding us to another section of the restaurant, apprantly there starting to close. we end sitting w/ an older couple from australia. talk about random stuff, but i remember a conversation about min wage and tips. how in usa food service wage is lower but tips are larger and in australia wage is much higher but no tips. which is better? i don't know. i don't care. luckily we got onto another topic. we try hitting up another spot but nothing is really open except clubs. neither of us being interested in this option we opt for the make out session behind the bus stop. damn it sucks not having you own room. i walk her back to her place and she offers to drive me to coolangatta. sweet! friends we may have the making of an australia romance.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Day 5 - Byron Bay
yes australians use "mate" and "no worries" like it's nobodies business
Day 5 - Sleep in. Still no one in the room. Hang out the hostel's common room. Only a few people. Again this place is a huge hotel turn hostel. It's really not condusive to meeting people unless the are in you room. No luck for me. I've considered moving to a different hostel. Grab a hawaiian chicken sandwich and head to the beach. The sadwich is amazing. Wind is blowing hard, a constant theme at the beach during this trip. I'm thinking related to the aftermath of the dust storm somehow. I don't see anyone surfing and i'm a bit puzzled. So walk south down the beach toward the light house and the most easterly point on the australian mainland. On my way I met a swedish girl named tez. Good chat we talked about the states, school, proffesions, traveling in australia. She leaves and i regret not trying to met up w/ her later and her "friends". The hike to the lighthouse is pretty and i come across a lot of wildlife. Tons of birds that I've never seen in the states and nearly step on a huge iguana. Yes this is the rainforest. Climb the light house and peer down just south of Byron Bay and see Tallows beach. Boom! Covered with surfers this is it this is where I'll ride. But i'm on a cliff and don't see a clear way to get there. Plus it's pretty far from downtown and all the surf shops. Oh well i'll figure it out tomorrow. Head back to town. Enjoy a fine thai meal. Get back to my room. Still no folks. Booo! Take a nap and slowly slip into a funk. Tired not sure where to go out. But break out and hit up a bar drink some Stone & Wood a local Byron Bay brew. Watch some cricket. I'll tell you I haven't seen so much cricket and australian rules football in my life. I think i'm starting to understand the games. Eventually i head to the Beach Hotel. A huge place w/ and inside a big patio outside and this outside but really inside music hall w/ a chill band dowing laid back covers. I pull up a seat. Again by myself. Thinking this isn't going to be the easiest place to meet people. Groups partioned off at tables and my crutch (top 40 dance music) no where to be found. I'm nearly two beers deep contemplating where i'm going next when a group of three girls comes over. 1 hot (an 8 and i'm being conservative) and 2 not as hot girls. It was wierd the 1 hot one leads the way talks to me and after getting introduced the other 2 girls break off and sit at a table off to the side. This girl is super easy to talk to. Her name is Yves from Hannover, Germany. Her english is great. She talks about her time in california. I talk about my time in Germany. We click. Grab another beer we all head outside. The other 2 girls start to talk about going home but we convince them to come to a club. Club is stupid packed w/ a 30min line and who's no how much cover. 2 girlfriends aren't having it bail but tell Yves that she should stay. She need no convincing. This is earily too easy. Hot woman walks up to me at a bar. Starts chatting me up. Then is down to hang out w/ her friends. Keep in mind all the while I was the lone guy at the bar. Porno's are made out of this kinda stuff. So me and Yves hit the bar across the street. Chat some more then get interupted by a guy who was obviously on something. My guess cocaine. Later i find out it's ectasy. He is a riot but a bit too much. Yves can't fully understand his rants and i'm getting the vibe that this guy doesnt really give a shit about meating us but instead wants attention. He is with two girls .We have a disjointed conversations about where we are from, drugs, and how hot Yves is. We escape them and head back to the club. At this point no line and a $10 cover. reasonable. he head in we dance. we drink. we dance. i show her the fact that all urinals that i've been too in australia you stand on a metal grate. wierd. she give me a lap dance. too good to be true. we joke about how im gay. telling her about how i met the guy from london at cheeky monkies sets her off. I go with it. We roll out the club. She grabs a smoke. And i use a line that i have to admit not the first time. It was inpired by the Woody Allen film Annie Hall which i saw a dolo movie night this summer. He is on a first date with Annie and the hit it off. They are walking on the streee and he say something to the effect, " you know we should just kiss now cuz if we wait till later, you know the whole at the door step thing, at that point it will be surrounded with too much pressure. it'll happen. let's just get in out of theway". Sounds like garbage. But i referenced the movie and it worked. Good thing no ones in my hostel room.
Day 5 - Sleep in. Still no one in the room. Hang out the hostel's common room. Only a few people. Again this place is a huge hotel turn hostel. It's really not condusive to meeting people unless the are in you room. No luck for me. I've considered moving to a different hostel. Grab a hawaiian chicken sandwich and head to the beach. The sadwich is amazing. Wind is blowing hard, a constant theme at the beach during this trip. I'm thinking related to the aftermath of the dust storm somehow. I don't see anyone surfing and i'm a bit puzzled. So walk south down the beach toward the light house and the most easterly point on the australian mainland. On my way I met a swedish girl named tez. Good chat we talked about the states, school, proffesions, traveling in australia. She leaves and i regret not trying to met up w/ her later and her "friends". The hike to the lighthouse is pretty and i come across a lot of wildlife. Tons of birds that I've never seen in the states and nearly step on a huge iguana. Yes this is the rainforest. Climb the light house and peer down just south of Byron Bay and see Tallows beach. Boom! Covered with surfers this is it this is where I'll ride. But i'm on a cliff and don't see a clear way to get there. Plus it's pretty far from downtown and all the surf shops. Oh well i'll figure it out tomorrow. Head back to town. Enjoy a fine thai meal. Get back to my room. Still no folks. Booo! Take a nap and slowly slip into a funk. Tired not sure where to go out. But break out and hit up a bar drink some Stone & Wood a local Byron Bay brew. Watch some cricket. I'll tell you I haven't seen so much cricket and australian rules football in my life. I think i'm starting to understand the games. Eventually i head to the Beach Hotel. A huge place w/ and inside a big patio outside and this outside but really inside music hall w/ a chill band dowing laid back covers. I pull up a seat. Again by myself. Thinking this isn't going to be the easiest place to meet people. Groups partioned off at tables and my crutch (top 40 dance music) no where to be found. I'm nearly two beers deep contemplating where i'm going next when a group of three girls comes over. 1 hot (an 8 and i'm being conservative) and 2 not as hot girls. It was wierd the 1 hot one leads the way talks to me and after getting introduced the other 2 girls break off and sit at a table off to the side. This girl is super easy to talk to. Her name is Yves from Hannover, Germany. Her english is great. She talks about her time in california. I talk about my time in Germany. We click. Grab another beer we all head outside. The other 2 girls start to talk about going home but we convince them to come to a club. Club is stupid packed w/ a 30min line and who's no how much cover. 2 girlfriends aren't having it bail but tell Yves that she should stay. She need no convincing. This is earily too easy. Hot woman walks up to me at a bar. Starts chatting me up. Then is down to hang out w/ her friends. Keep in mind all the while I was the lone guy at the bar. Porno's are made out of this kinda stuff. So me and Yves hit the bar across the street. Chat some more then get interupted by a guy who was obviously on something. My guess cocaine. Later i find out it's ectasy. He is a riot but a bit too much. Yves can't fully understand his rants and i'm getting the vibe that this guy doesnt really give a shit about meating us but instead wants attention. He is with two girls .We have a disjointed conversations about where we are from, drugs, and how hot Yves is. We escape them and head back to the club. At this point no line and a $10 cover. reasonable. he head in we dance. we drink. we dance. i show her the fact that all urinals that i've been too in australia you stand on a metal grate. wierd. she give me a lap dance. too good to be true. we joke about how im gay. telling her about how i met the guy from london at cheeky monkies sets her off. I go with it. We roll out the club. She grabs a smoke. And i use a line that i have to admit not the first time. It was inpired by the Woody Allen film Annie Hall which i saw a dolo movie night this summer. He is on a first date with Annie and the hit it off. They are walking on the streee and he say something to the effect, " you know we should just kiss now cuz if we wait till later, you know the whole at the door step thing, at that point it will be surrounded with too much pressure. it'll happen. let's just get in out of theway". Sounds like garbage. But i referenced the movie and it worked. Good thing no ones in my hostel room.
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