Since Myella, we have been in Noosa, Brisbane and now we're in Byron. Noosa was great for our health. We stayed with my youthful grandma De and two of her good friends, Di and Wince. They grnadma'd us, fed us up, let us have access to their washing machine and taught us about the history of contraception with a focus on the 50s. Delightful. Caroline and iI arrived in noosa after a 14 hour bus trip from Myella to rockhampton to brisbane and then back up again. We were dropped at the bottom of the hill separating us from beds, at the bottom of Hasting street. The climb was hell but we had naps until three and then woke up to Deidre' classical salad, the best lunch in the world.
Caroline got her hair cut by chatty american sister hairdressers who convinced us that we should go and see the latest twilight. we obliged. There were boys everywhere in that cinema, bizarre. We joined the hairdressers exclusive club entitled 'Die Bella Die' (ps not baby sister bell, you can live a while longer) Jacob, what a babe. On our last day in noosa we also saw my other gran who was also up with two friends. Honestly, it was a long weekend of grandmas, we were indulged by six grandmas, it was heaven.
We had an 8am bus from Noosa to Brisbane, the toilet was broken so it was a couple of hours of torture for me. We stayed in a big aqua blue hostel called Chill. There were 10 people in our dorm, when we arrived there was just a big sleepy redheaded scot who smelt like last night's beer. We made friends with a pretty german boy with lovely long curly hair and decided to have a bit of an explore. Of course we found a cheap bookshop and bought three for $25 and then found a cafe for lunch. There were free postcards which was exciting, we hadn't seen them for ages. We found a gorgeous cafe in the middle of the city that was like a closed in rainforest, well not quite but you had no idea you were in the city sitting in with all the green.That night we saw Clare who we met in Central. We explored southbank, had pizza and cheap wine, cazz and clare bought matching owl bags which are beautiful, they both could buy the same ones considering they live on opposite ends of teh world. Bundle i know you arent reading my blog as you are in NYC but if you were you would also know that we bought you your birthday present here. Clare also gave me her Global Gossip card, that is how i am writing now my pretties.
The next day we had an indulgent sleep in and then went to the super market, bought lunch ingredients, and strolled over to the botanical gardens. We had a picnic and got harassed by the birds who wanted caroline's sandwich. We went to the cinema because the weather wasn't nice and saw animal kingdom which was enjoyed. We sat at the palace cinemas cafe for hours after the film having coffees, brownies and hot chocolates, writing post cards, writing in journals and reading. Caroline is reading a Paulina Simmons and although she protests about the book often, is rarely without it.
We meant to go to the supermarket to scavenge around for a cheap dinner, turns out teh coles in Brisbane shuts at 5pm on a saturday, who knew. We went for a walk and found lots of nice little bars but no supermarket. We went back to the coles to ask a waiter at the restaurant opposite. He didnt know but a short boy with brown hair introduced himself as AJ and offered us a lift to the iga. Now we all know that you shouldnt talk to strangers, or get in their cars, especially when they are a sort of fluro bluey green but he told us of his troubles in making his boyfriend home made mandarin cordial and we decided he was harmless enough. WRONG. Listen to your parents kids, auntie caroline and i are lucky to be alive.
His friend zooms past us in his flamboyant car. AJ borrows cazz's phone to call him to say he drove past us. 10 minutes later we get in the car. the driver is not particularly friendly at first. He zooms off as soon as both my legs are in the door, door still open. He is playing loud screamy music, i feel anxious. He is literally speeding up to 40ks over the speed limit in little brisbane streets and then slamming on teh breaks. The boys tell us they are going home to be housewives, that is what they do full time, and to take copious amounts of drugs. They ask us how we feel about party drugs, impartial we say, being diplomatic, they tell us they like them but dont drink, cazz asks what their poison of choice is and the driver answers straight faced 'crystal.' We miss the iga because the driver wasnt listening to Ajs directions, we do some more hooning before arriving. They kindly offer to drop us near our hostel as they are headed back in that direction anyway, not wanting to die but ages away from home we say yes thanks.
Trying to contain our laughter, we do our shopping and get back in the car. AJ seems to be struggling in his hunt for the ingredients needed for the cordial. While we wait for him his friend, the driver tells us he got his lisence back today, having lost it for driving under the influence of crystal meth on the night of the lady gaga concert, he didnt even get to see the end because during he went to get more and that's when they got hime. He didnt seem to mind though because he hates Queens, at Gaga was full of them. He says they deserve to get bashed. He didnt seem to have much time for lesbians either. Then he worried we might be and checked that we werent. Turns out for being off your face on meth you only get a $200 fine and lose your license for a month. Before illegally stopping on a highway to let us out he tells us to find him on facebook, 'Vagina Rose' facebook me girls!
That night we were hoping to see a family friend of mine but due to me and her being useless at organising anything that never ended up eventuating. Instead we drank wine on the roof of the hostel, went to a couple of backpacker bars with new friends and eventually scoped out the infamous valley.
Arrived home at 5, setting alarms for 7 was soul destroying but we made it. Most of our dorm was happy to wake up when we did anyway, wanting to discuss the soccer.
Just before we pumped into our friend Diane in teh supermarket, not knowing she is in Byron. We might go to Nimbin with her tomorrow. Anyway, dinner time.
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