11.57pm - Surfin' AUS
Trip Start Feb 09, 2009
19Trip End Mar 25, 2009
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Jesus motherloving Christ, do those bedbugs like the taste of me. I woke up this morning to no less than twenty five bites (and I say no less than because, no matter how many times I indignantly count them, tutting furiously to myself all the while, I always keep finding another one I've missed somewhere else. The twenty five are just on my arms and back - I've found another six on my feet tonight, so it's over thirty now). Four are on my sunburned back, which makes itching them a great treat. At least three are already infected, so I need to pick up some hydrocortisone cream at some point before my arms fall off. Nimbin, while nice, is better left to the hippies.
Say what you will about the hippies though, they may be dirty but they can be cool too. Last night in the garden, a couple of the people who work at the hostel and two of the lads they've been teaching did a poi dance. The poi is a traditional Maori apparatus, though it may have some Aboriginal context as well, considering that this is Australia, but it's basically a ball on a piece of string (there are pics in my NZ blog of some Maori girls doing a poi dance). You can swing it around to dance, or you can swing it around to strengthen your wrists for fighting (what the Maori men traditionally used the poi for). The girl and three blokes who were doing it last night were doing it very fast and very confidently, and oh yeah, ON FIRE. Yep, they dunked their metal poi ends in kerosene, lit them, then turned out the lights and swung that shit around like nobody's business. It was extremely impressive and a little bit scary. I'm afraid I don't have any pics though, I was inside watching a film with this Norwegian girl, Karina, and we got shouted to come down to the garden, so we just went straight down and I didn't have my camera. I wouldn't worry about it, they'd have come out dodgy anyway, they always do with pois because they're so fast moving. Not that you were worried, I'm just saying. So there you go.
Shut up, Susan.
Oh my god, just as I finished writing that, I went outside because I could hear someone yelling for the last few minutes, and these dickhead Aussies have just smashed up a load of bottles outside, and then two guys just came up and started on three English guys staying at the YHA who had nothing to do with it, they were just watching the fight over the balcony like me. Wow. Some people are wankers. Security broke it up, but the English guys are now getting into a big do with one of the guys who works at the YHA, asking why . I decided to exit stage left. That was fun though, drama drama.
Tomorrow I'm going to take in one of the Gold Coast's theme parks, I think - they have a bunch, and I do like a rollercoaster. Probably not Sea World, though - after Coffs Harbour, cetaceans playing for the crowd is still sitting a bit ill with me. Warner Bros Movie World though - who doesn't love a ride where Wile E Coyote tries to drop an
And now I shall retire - for some absolutely unfathomable reason, you gain an hour when you go into Queensland from New South Wales, and I crossed the border today, so it feels an hour later to me. I genuinely can't understand why that's the case; usually time differences work on an east/west divide and I've gone from south to north today, but as usual, the Aussies are being just a tiny bit contrary to mess with us poms. Fair dinkum, I guess.
Where I stayed
Surfers Paradise @ Main Beach YHA