blogging on the move part one of two

writing my blog from chris' miniature lap top in our dorm in coral bay. internet is stupidly expensive again so i am writing i8t here and then going to move it over quickly to the connected

hostel computers once i'm done. ah, t5hisese keys are sosmall and my fingeers are too bi8g! oh macbook how i misds you.

i need to get my journal out to remember what i was going to write about. last time i wrote was my first day in broome i think.

i'm going to make these into seperate posts so they arent too confusing. but the next three are actually all written from coral bay on wednesday the 4th of august.

both days in broome were spent at the beach, actually yhe last time i wrote i hadnt been over

to cable beach yet, i'd spent th ewhole morning at the supermarket and then doing washing, and then blogging. well the rest of the day was spent splash9ing down on cable beach before showering (what a luxary!)

and then heading into towwn on hte $3.50 bus to meet the others at tracys amazing apartment for beers before successfully watching the staircase to the moon which we had missed the night before.

it was stupidly beautiful, i know i have said that about a lot of things lately but the moon looked so big and it all happaened so quickily, the colours changing and the light coming and then goi8ng, all in a couple o9f minutes

it was an impossible choice, to photograph or to watch? luckily we had nature photographer extraudinaire tracy taking lots of professional shots so the rest of us could relax and enjoy the spectacle for the most part,

although it was difficult to resist trying, you had to keep your cameera veery very still so that it wouldn't blur, at one point my flat head became a tripod for the brazilian camera however i'm fairly confident that my photos

still came out better than theirs.

after the staircase to the moon was over we wandered over to the markets for dinner, ate on the grass and then walked back to tracys 'party house' for more beers. we were all a little delirious, maybe from sleeping

without swags or maybe because our numbers were dwingelling quickly, we'd gone from 21 to more like 15 and were loosing traacy the next day. whatever it was, an outrageous attempt of caapturing eachother in

every variation of photograph was attempted. i dont think there was a moment where there wasnt at least one photo or video being taken. marcelo soaked up the limelight making vidoes of himself in his gay

persona, he's a very good at acting the part. georgia, pedro and i were captured in possibly hundreds ofphotos where we were shaking our heads as fast as we could, jasper and nicholas once again spent a

huge portion of the night outside rolling and smoking cigarettes.

the second and last day in broome was spent entirely at teh beach, from when we woke up (after a huge egg bacon avocado breakfast) until sunset and goodbyes to tracy, we did not leave our fort of three

umbrellas set up by cory/cody whoi drills holes in the sand and looans you an umbrella for the day for $10. pedro was burried in the sand and then underwent cosmetic surgery where his sexuality became even

more confused than before.

layers and layers of sunblock were applied, note to self/any readers, do not ask pedro to do it, i'm proibably still absorbing the sunblock he put on my back. britta liz and i had ice creams up at the cafe were

i got served by my new friend in my dorm, this was a little bit awkward, not sure why. we brought georgia back her soy chocolate milkshake which was laughed at by the mean brazilian boys who had taken to

asking whether everything single thing she went to eat was gluten and lactose free.

oh, i can hear temper trap playing somewhere in the diistance. our room is a huge mess. there are five of us in this six bed dorm, thankfully the sixth bed is empthy, that could be awkward for that person. actually,

christine, one of the girls from t he group from darwin to perth is arriving here in coral bay tonight and staying at the same hostel., will have to keep our eyes open. it's been really strange, since we left broome

we have bumped into christine at two random truckstops and now she will be here tonight and we also bumped into aurelie and michael, the french honeymoon couple, in exmouth at teh lighthouse watching the

sunset. they were also at our hostel that night, we all played cards until 9.30 when no one could keep their eyes open any longer.

ok, back to broome, once tracy said goodbye we went back to our respective accomodation, most of us to cable beach backpackers but some lucky ones like georgia over to their single rooms at the kimberly club.

nicholas, french chef, cooked us thai green curry for dinner. then georgia came back over to our hostel (she got in a car with seedy drunk boys and ended up lost cruising around the streets of brroome buit made it safely

back into our arms in the end) they others started playing table tennis and pool, two games that i am appalling at, while i had a sulk with britta and chris, two other non gamers. eventually we went over to the

divers tavern, possibly the worst place i have ever gone out. there was a 'comedian' rhyming about the best sex he ever had. so so bad. and the guy from reception was lurking all around this girl fromour

hostel being a massive creepo. georgia and i went to the toilet and found some laminated signs advertisiing the miss broome compition which we yuanked off the wall and put up our tops. georgia was wearing a flowy top

so you couldnt tell at all with hers but i was wearing a maxi dress so i had to walk very strangely so that you couldnt see the sharp lines near my hips. had to walk with straight legs and hips forward. safe to say, we did an

excellent job and both posters made it out of that place unnoticed. while the others played pool britta pedro nicholas georgia jasper and maybe some others began playing the serious game, sort of like the blinking game but you have to

keep a straight face or you loose. such owild kids letting loose on the streets of broome.

on the way home from the tavern (they stopped serving us at 11.30 at shut at 12) to the hostel, a five minute walk, maybe 10, i realised i really needed to pee and could not possibly hang on for all those steps,

so i decided to pee in the bushes, i found a perfect spot off the road and then marcelo decided that if i was not going to wait then neither would he, ever the gentleman he asked if i would be offended if he peed with me.

i said no, so i went but then i couldnt, deciding that i was not relaxed enough marcelo thought a massge might help, it didnt. being in a maxi dress was tough enough as it made balancing a callange. eventually

though i got it done, there was no way i was going to let him think that i was funny about peeing near a boy (maybe i should be, dont know, but at the time i would not back down, surprise surprise) then without

the others we got lost on the wway homel, thankfully pedro had the skills to direct us back (in portugese) we linked arms and skipped home, i started on the outside but apparently in brazil boys still walk on the

road side to protect the girls and for once i didnt make a fuss about this sort of silly gallant behaviour.

sad that no where was licensed we all ran off to our dorms to search for any remnants of alcohol we had left over. on the table was my 1.5 litre bottle of vodka and raspberry cordial, jaspers absinthe and lemonade, and

bourbon. no one needed anything more to drink but we were reluctqant to go to bed as we were all splitting up the next morning, britta liz, chris, nicholas and i leaving at6.30 and georgia leaving in the afternoon. just the brazilians and jasper

would be there the next night. so we had lots more to drink and taking silly photos. georgia and i were running around like little kids taking photos of her bottom as a special treat for the rest of the group. eventually there were only four of us still

awake, britta and i, jasper and marcelo. reverting back to the serious game we played in absoloute stupor for what seems like hours or perhaps only minutes. as inebriation progressed the game regressed, becoming more like seedy chicken until

it was well and truly time for bed, with only a couple of hours until departure.

i should have packed the night before, the next morning my alarm didnt go off, or maybe it did but i turned it off in my sleep. either way insteead of waking up at 5.50 i woke up at 6.12 when i got a text message from adam

sending it from a couple of hours ahead in melbourne. thankyou adam. that morning was mayhem, i was trying to pack in the dark, still drunk, with clothes still on the washing line etc... i cannot believe that

i managed not to forget anything and to only be five minutes late. lovely jasper woke up early to say goodbye to us, so sweet, and we said goodbye to christine.

and this is where that chapter concludes.