Peter sat in his red chair. In fact we were all sitting in red chairs at a round table. Charlie, an older man, sat opposite of Peter. Charlie reminded me of David Harding… I liked him and his white hair. He seemed to be very „down to earth“. Peter was much younger. If I cut my hair short it would look exactly like his.
Deja vu, my friends, deja vu. About 3 years ago I applied for a trading trainee position at a prop trading business. Same setting: an older man (the owner) and a younger guy, the interview was in English in a fancy building. That interview was a disaster. I remember they told me what the salary for that role was going to be. It was much bigger than I expected plus a quarterly bonus from my profits. I was all smiles and asked them „When could I start?“. 😀 Idiot… Face palm… Stupid!
15 minutes, that was the shortest interview in my life. But I got the job! Back then. Funny how things turned out?
Today the interview went much better. Charlie said that it’d take only 20 minutes. They kept that promise. This was my second shortest job interview.
The associate equities analyst position I applied for was at a small boutique investment research company which employs only three people. They gave me a quick overview of what this role was about and some background about the company. I was asked several questions. They mostly wanted to know how interested I was in financial markets. I think I did quite well until another dreadful deja vu moment surfaced. Is it me or are all deja vu moments bad?
They asked me about my visa. I said I have a working holiday visa and I’m looking for a way to make a career in Australia and stay here permanently. I was a bit pissed because my resume has that visa information in it and they should have known about it. I had a similar job interview in January when everything went downhill once the visa question was asked. Same story. I guess employers don’t read resumes. The other explanation is that I’m a masochist – I enjoy pain and suffering. So I subconciously deleted the visa section from my resume and applied for those positions. Maybe that’s the case.
Anyway, I’m grateful I had the opportunity to gain some interview experience. Things went relatively well and my visa issue is actually something which is largely out of my control, so I shouldn’t beat myself up because of it. It is what it is.
I went to the front desk and was greeted by the teacher (Helen?). I loved the fact that she was from Russia and I was able to practice a little bit of Russian. Several people were waiting in the lobby and I joined them.
We went upstairs into the dancing studio which had several big mirrors on a wall. I looked at my reflection and thought I looked stupid, especially when practicing my salsa steps. Moving my arms back and forth made me look like a chicken. Not a pretty sight. Several minutes after we started the lesson, Ian took over and continued teaching.
The good news was that everybody else was awful at dancing too. Kinda like me, so I felt good about that. We paired up and switched partners every couple of minutes. That part I liked because dancing with somebody who’s 30-40 cm shorter than you is just plain wrong (unless you’re dacing with your grandkids or something).
One guy had odd shoes on his feet. They looked like Vibram Fivefingers but they were all dark brown and leathery. Weirdo… Maybe there’s more to it. Maybe he uses those shoes as an icebraker. All I was able to ask my partners was their name and whether they had done any dancing before… sort of a dead end conversation. I know, I know, I’m a real Casanova in the making!
Oh yeah, the reason I started taking dancing lessons is because it’s on my bucket list. I want to be able to do all those fancy dance moves as in Dancing with the Stars. Funny how having a list can motivate me to do stuff.
The lesson was a lot of fun, I enjoyed the „Yes!!! We didn’t fuck it up this time“ moments with my dancing partners. Figuring something out or having a bit of success feels really good. I’m looking forward to my next lesson.
I’ve been doing quite a bit of running. As a kid I didn’t enjoy running that much. I got red in my face (I still do), I got stitches in my sides and I looked terrible during and after my runs (my acne didn’t help me either). Naturally I didn’t enjoy the experience.
Fast forward many-many years. A couple months ago I wrote a bucket list. #34 is to get a six-pack and #57 was learning to surf. I borrowed Emily’s surfboard and whenever I went surfing (read: splashing in the water desperately trying to put two feet on the board but always failing) I also went for a run at the beach. Sometimes where was a national park in the neighbourhood. Perfect! Beautiful girls are running in those parks. If I started running I would see more of them.. so I thought…
And that’s pretty much how it started.
There was a TED talk, Christoper McDougall was saying that people don’t need shoes to run. I thought that was interesting and wanted to put that idea into practice.
Among other things you will find out from the video that women weren’t allowed to run marathons before the 1980’s because of fears of their uterus being torn or falling out of its normal location. 😀 Oh… doctors and their worthless opinions…
Here’s another video. Professor Daniel Lieberman’s study about running barefoot:
In the beginning I ran every other day. After 6 weeks I thought I needed to approach my running with a bit more strategy. I was reading a running magazine and found a training schedule to increase my endurance. I quickly wrote it down and decided that this is what I’ll be doing. So far everything is going according to my training plan.
I also signed up to run the Twilight Run 2013 on March 24th. It’s my first ever half marathon (21.1 km)! My goal is to finish the race in less than 2 hours, ideally in less than 100 minutes. Wish me luck!
A long-long time ago I saw “The Bucket List” and decided that I’d love to add Kopi Luwak to my bucket list.
I’ve been wondering about Kopi Luwaks for several years. What does it taste like, what does it smell like, is it spicy, is it gross??? So many unanswered questions left me sleepless for many a night. These years were brutal but they’re a thing of the past now.
Kopi Luwak is one of the world’s most expensive and low production varieties of coffee. It is made from the beans of the coffee berries which have been eaten by the Asian Palm Civet, then passed through its digestive tract. Coffee cherries are eaten by a civet for their fruit pulp.
The beans are thoroughly washed, sun dried and given only a light roast so as to keep the many intertwined flavours. These beans yield an aromatic coffee with much less bitterness. The origin of Kopi Luwak is closely connected with the history of coffee production in Indonesia. In the early 18th century the Dutch established the cash-crop coffee plantations in their colony in the Dutch East Indies islands of Java and Sumatra, including Arabica coffee introduced from Yemen.
The Dutch prohibited the native farmers and plantation workers from picking coffee fruits for their own use. Still, the native farmers wanted to have a taste of the famed coffee beverage. Soon, the natives learned that certain species of luwak (Asian Palm Civet) consumed the coffee fruits, yet they left the coffee seeds undigested in their droppings. The natives collected these luwaks’ coffee seed droppings, then cleaned, roasted and ground them to make their own coffee beverage. The fame of aromatic civet coffee spread from locals to Dutch plantation owners and soon became their favorite, yet because of its rarity and unusual process, the civet coffee was expensive even in colonial times.
So I bought 100g of this magic coffee. It set me back $55. One kilogram should cost a couple hundred dollars. If your coffeshop sells Kopi Luwak it’ll be probably around $50 a cup. Expensive stuff!
I put some beans in a blender and ground the hell out of them. Made myself and Dario (a German couchsurfer) a nice big cup of coffee and satisfied my curiosity about Kopi Luwak. It smelled and tasted like coffee and I had no problem drinking it. In fact it was quite good but nothing too exotic.
I was standing in line. The girl in front of me was talking to the instructor and it seems they had a lot to discuss. As I waited I looked around in the room and felt a bit lost. Some people were laying on their backs with a cloth on their eyes, waiting.
The brunette finished her chat and I introduced myself. I said that this was my first time there and sometimes my back was a bit sore. I also wanted to try something new. Dan replied: „Very good, go grab a mat, a pillow, a belt…“
I walked nervously to the corner of the room, left my sandals, phone and car keys. After that I grabbed my equipment and claimed my territory between a beer bellied man and a cougar. Excellent spot I thought. I will look like Prince Charming next to these two!
Slowly the room filled with people. Most of them were youngish, but some looked like they could already taste the soil of their graves :D. Alright, that’s a bit of an exaggeration but you should know that I consider people older than 25 to be old…
For every man there were 3-4 females. Sweet! The cherry on top of the cake was the hot girl who parked her mat right in front of me. Oh! The joys of the little things in life… 😀
So far so good! Dan greeted the class and started my first yoga lesson. We started with focusing on our breathing and practiced being aware of our bodies and thoughts. Later we started stretching from one pose to another. I stretched muscles, I didn’t even know existed.
I was sweating and couldn’t believe how bad a shape I was in. There were several poses I was not able to hold as long as others – either my hands or legs got too tired. Planking was the hardest thing to do. I think that nobody in the class was able to hold a high plank for 10 seconds, move into a half plank for another 10 second and then 10 seconds in a low plank. People just collapsed to the floor. Now that’s a hard exercise!
Dan told us that planking was a very good analogue to our daily lives. Sometimes we are just overwhelmed with our lives and the only thing we can do is surrender. Give in. Nobody is able to plank for a whole day. I liked that! We all need some time to forget everything and rest on the floor for a change.
The yoga class ended similarly to the way it started. We tried to notice our thoughts, focused on the feelings in our bodies and asked ourselves how we were.
So, hello again. I’ve been hosting a couple of cuchsurfers since Pete left: a French-Canadian girl, a British girl, two Germans and two Americans. One German is still here. He’s a 19 year old kid who’s been actively looking for work to continue his travels. He’s been staying here for more than a week.
In a way he reminds me of myself when I was in the United States. I too was 19 and didn’t have any money/work and ended up living with 2 awesome American families who helped me out.
I spent Australia day (26th Jan) at home doing nothing because of all the rain. Yes, the wet season has arrived. Oh the horror!
Bundaberg (last year I worked on a farm in that region) has been hit the worst. It’s got record-braking floods, helicopters rescued people from rooftops. They were warned about the floods but most people ignored the warnings and thought to themselves “just relaaaaaaaaax mate, have another XXXX or another shot of Bundy rum, no worries mate the water will never reach my house”. There were a couple of small tornadoes in Bundaberg as well. Cool stuff, eh?
Here’s a video of Bundaberg I found on Youtube:
Brisbane has several suburbs affected by the flood but nothing is as bad as Bundaberg. Smaller streets had a lot of leafs and debris on them. Several trees were knocked over by the wind. The city declared an “emergency” situation (I don’t really know what this means). Luckily I live in a house on a massive mountain safely away from all the high water.
As I drove to work today I noticed that some traffic lights weren’t working (do I have to give way to people on the right hand side when driving on the left???). One building at work didn’t have any power so we had to move some tables and chairs around. My workday lasted only 4 hours.
Since I work near the Brisbane river I checked it out. The water level was higher but not too bad. I noticed that the river smelled like rotten leafs or something.
All the news channels have same-story-syndrome. All they talk about is the floods and rain. It’s really boring to listen to.
On a side note: watching news is very depressing. Most of the time they talk about disasters, deaths, murders, wars … all bad stuff. That’s why I try to avoid news whenever possible. Why do I need to find out how awful the world is out there? I’d rather do the opposite and for example read the 1000 Awesome Things blog.
PS: I realize the irony that I just wrote a post which is similar to a news story about a natural disaster. Sorry guys!
I had a job interview today. It was for a tech startup which specializes in energy efficiency and minimizing water wastage. The position was in an IT role (similar to a job I previously had).
I think the interview went really well. Adrian gave me a very good overview of his company and about the role. I enjoyed talking to him and think that I’d be a great fit for the role. BUT my visa situation ruined the party. Adrian already employs a German guy with a working holiday visa who has to leave in a month. They are looking to replace him. I have the same visa as the German and can’t stay in Australia permanently. Therefore I probably won’t get the job.
Oh well. It was good practice and I got some experience points. Better luck next time!
We continued towards Cape Tribulation – the most northern point on our roadtrip. It took five minutes for the ferry to cross the Daintree river, after that we were driving in a rainforest on a very windy road. There’s something magical about turning the wheel left and right over and over again – it feels like you’re actually doing something, like you’re driving the car, not just sitting in it. I loved looking at the trees above the road as they merged together and at times it seemed as if I was driving in a tunnel.
The waterworks started near the beach at Cape Tribulation. It was sad to realize that we reached the farthest point in our journey. This was it. The end. I didn’t enjoy that moment. I guess Greg Anderson was right when he said „Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it.“ Yeah mate, finishing sucks.
Later today I needed to get Rachel to the Cairns airport. On the way there we had our last swim – we did some synchronized swimming 😀 because Rachel wouldn’t stop talking about it in the car. I admit, it was fun and I liked it. We had our last burgers at Hungry Jacks (they make a mean veggie burger too) and said our final goodbyes to Rachel at the airport.
Me and Pete visited the Cairns lagoon and the Crystal Cascades (a bunch of waterfalls about 10-20 km from the city). We spent the night again in the park with the hippies. They were still there. Peace! Make love, not war!
Atherton Tablelands (Dec 20th)
The sun wasn’t shining as brightly as before, the birds were singing sad melodies and the grass wasn’t as green anymore – Rachel was gone. Pete was very moody in the morning, he didn’t feel like doing anything – not even fishing which is one of his favorite activities. I missed Rachel too. I missed her like a vegetarian misses meat or like Arnold Schwarzenegger misses da choppas. Rachel was a wonderful travelmate and she made the trip very entertaining with her expert commentary. I hope our paths will cross again some time in the future.
We drove the the mountains in the west. That area is called the Atherton Tablelands. Again the road was very windy with beautiful scenery.
We visited the Cathedral Fig – it’s a huge tree which probably inspired James Cameron to make the Avatar movie. We also climbed the tree. It was massive and really cool!
We drove around Lake Tinaroo along the Danbulla Forest Drive and visited the Curtain Fig which was another huge tree. Later we checked out some waterfalls, swam under the Millaa Millaa. Since the wet season had not yet begun there wasn’t a lot of water coming down from the waterfall. Nevertheless if you swam under it and looked up you’d see the sun shining back at you from each water drop. It was lovely!
Our next stop was a place called Innot Hot Springs. We were curious about the hot springs. Same story – everything was very dry. We found a little creek and the water in it was very hot, at least 70-80C. I imagined it to be different. I though they’d have massive swimming pools with people chilling in them, similar to Iceland. Anywho we touched some water and immediately after that left. Fail!
The day ended with a swim in the Paradise Waterhole (in the Paluma Range National Park). The water was nice and warm. Our trip to Hartley’s croc farm taught us that crocs like warm water and that scared us a bit. We probably spent only 5 paranoid minutes in the water.
We continued towards Airlie Beach in the dark. Pete was driving and I tried to catch some sleep. He claimed he saw several roos who weren’t yet roadkills. I saw nothing. Pete was probably hallucinating. We didn’t find a good place to camp and spent the night in the car a bit out of Airlie Beach. It was terrible, at least the mozzies got a good feed.
Airlie Beach (Dec 21st)
We spent the whole day at the Airlie Beachi lagoon. That’s all we did. Hey, we thought the world was going to end and this was a good place to spend our last day.
We camped in a rest area near Rockhampton.
Yeppoon, Emu Park, Bargara, Mon Repos (Dec 22nd)
We drove through Yeppoon and Emu Park, looked at the ocean and continued towards Bargara. Most of the day was spent at the Bargara beach. We waited until the evening to go see the turtles at the Mon Repos Turtle Rookery.
The show started at 19 because the turtles only come to the beach in the dark to lay eggs. It was crowded, there were at least 150 people.
A guide took us to the beach where a turtle was already digging a hole/nest in the sand. It was huge – 101 cm. We watched as it finished digging and started to lay eggs. Once 10 eggs were laid the staff lighted the turtle up (they didn’t torch the poor thing, they used flashlights) and people could start taking pictures. I found out that turtles lay eggs 5 or 6 times in a season, and about 100-150 eggs each time.
We were also allowed to touch the eggs. They were similar to ping-pong balls, you could press a dent into it and it would pop out. At the end of the tour we watched the turtle cover the eggs with sand and go back into the water.
We drove to Tin Can Bay, slept in the car, fed some mozzies and had a miserable night.
Feeding dolphins at Tin Can Bay (Dec 23rd)
It’s possible to feed dolphins at Tin Can Bay. They swim right to the beach and you can give them a fish. We saw 4 dolphins: a 9 month baby, then a 21, 25 and 35 year old dolphin. The dolphins didn’t do any tricks, sometimes one of them stuck its nose out of the water to sniff around. You could almost see a smile on the dolphin’s face because it knew people would feed it soon. It was interesting to see these majestic creatures and to feed them. I liked it!
Once the dolphins were fed we drove home to Brisbane. Home sweet home with all its luxuries: a warm shower, wifi, a bed, fridge and washing machine.
By the way, Pete financed most of the trip’s expenses. He’s my squeeze! Soon my financial situation will be so bad that I will be sending emails about the millions I inherited from a distant relative who was killed in an airplane crash. I will need to transfer the funds out of my country, I will need your help and bank account details.
It was an early morning start. We had to be at the harbour at 7:20 to board the catamaran.
There are 74 islands in the Whitsunday Group. The islands are near Airlie Beach. They are famous for the stunning Whitehaven Beach and they’re also one of Australia’s best snorkeling and scuba diving locations in the Great Barrier Reef.
We sailed happily to the Hayman island to snorkel. Perfect weather, warm water, colorful fish and corals – this was my very first snorkeling experience. It was awesome. There was one guy on a small boat throwing food into the water. This attracted an incredible amount of fish who went crazy in the water and if you were close to the action they’d bump into you many-many times. It was very cool! Fishy-fishy-fishy!
After snorkeling for an hour or so we went scuba diving. We had to wear weights around our lower backs because without them we’d never sink. I thought that sinking was the easy part… Anywho we were a bit clumsy at first but got better very quickly. The underwater world was awesome – much cooler than snorkeling. Sometimes we heard a scratching noise which was made by the fish who ate corals. We even found Nemo.
Next stop was Langford Reef. That’s where we saw turtles – I saw about 6 or 8 of them. It took us several tries until we were able to grab the turtles from the bottom of the sea and bring them to the surface. I’m not sure if we were allowed to do that. Nevertheless we had fun. I thought the turtles would carry you under water if you held on to them but that wasn’t the case. They didn’t even budge. I think they didn’t even notice we were holding on to them.
About the video: We’re not at Whitehaven Beach. Rachel asked us where we were and Whitehaven Beach was the first thing which popped up in my mind.
Annette warned us about sailing to the islands. She said if we didn’t have a fast boat we’d spend a lot of the day just getting to the islands. Instead we could’ve spent that time snorkeling and diving. This day were was practically no wind and the catamaran was super slow.
We drove to Townsville to stay at a couchsurfer’s place Rachel found earlier. His name was Troy – an interesting guy, travels a lot and hosts a lot of couchsurfers. We enjoyed dinner, chatted a bit and planned our visit to Magnetic Island before going to sleep.
Magnetic Island (Dec 16th)
It takes 20 minutes for the ferry to reach Magnetic Island from Townsville. We didn’t take our car because that was too expensive. Besides the island was supposed to have good public transportation.
Everybody was really sleepy on the ferry and didn’t feel like doing much. We rented some snorkeling gear and took the bus to Arthur Bay. We had a brochure which said Arthur Bay was the best place for snorkeling.
We had to walk about 2 km in the summer heat from the bus station to Arthur Bay. There was no road to get down to the bay, only a lookout. We had to improvise and risked with our lives trying to get through the forest down to the bay.
The water was muddy and we didnt see anything but a few corals and several fish. It was a huge disappointment. I remember we all laughed hysterically in the water once we realized what a scam this island was – public transportation was crap, it was a super hot day and we had to carry our snorkeling gear with all our food and towels etc around with us, the snorkeling was crap, no access to Arthur Bay. It was one of those I-don’t-care-I-give-up laughs. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.
The highlight was our photoshoot in our stinger suits. We looked ridiculous! Since we were all tired we decided to have a lazy day on the island and just slept on the beach most of the day.
We were back on Australia’s main land around 19 o’clock and headed towards Mission Beach. The plan was to find some quiet rest area and spend the night there camping. Luckily we found one and that’s exactly what we did.
Mission Beach, Josephine Falls (Dec 17th)
On our way to Mission Beach we saw a Cassowary bird next to the road but weren’t able to take any pictures. The beach was beautiful but full on stingers and sharks. The only place suitable for swimming was a rectangular netted area which kept all the wildlife out.
The water was super warm, we didn’t want to come out. It was so good to chill there. Pete and Rachel also found some coconuts on the beach. Pete had a knife (a real Crocodile Dundee knife) and they were able to drink the milk from the coconuts. Later we tried to climb some coconut trees just for the hell of it. I was quite good at it, well I don’t want to brag but I’m good at everything. Then I grow up I will become a monkey who picks coconuts for a living. That would be legen… wait for it….
Josephine Falls was our next stop. It’s a waterfall which has a swim hole right under it. It was beautiful although the water was much cooler compared to Mission Beach.
We spent the night in a rest area about 25 km from Cairns. We set up camp between two huge trees. There were several hippies at the same place who played guitar. I managed to brake the high e string with my awesome bends in Eric Clapton’s Wonderful Tonight. Sorry hippies, I always leave a path of destruction wherever I go.
..dary!
Hartley’s Crocodile Adventures (Dec 18th)
We went straight through Cairns and visited Hartley’s Crocodile Farm. There was a sign near the entrance which advertised a private tour which included feeding a saltwater croc. I asked the lady at the reception whether feeding the big croc was awesome and she said I’d scream like a little girl doing it. That was all the convincing I needed. It cost me $125, a normal entrance ticket was about $30.
First we saw some Cassowaries in the park. Later we went on a boat trip and saw some real crocs in the water. It was really cool.
Freshwater crocs are much smaller than saltwater crocs. They’re also not as dangerous, you can even swim with them.
Pete and Rachel pole-fed some freshies. It was funny because they were allowed to tease the crocs with the food – they’d just pull the food away right before the croc started to close its jaws. Every time the jaws closed you could hear a plop sound.
My moment to shine arrived right after lunch. We walked to the reception and met with our guide who took us on the private tour. The guide lectured us a bit about saltwater crocs, their habitat and life in general. It was good to ask questions. I liked it when other tourists tried to sit down close to us to listen but the guide told them to bugger off because this was a private show. We felt special! 😀
After the lecture we met Louie – a saltwater croc who was missing half of his lower jaw. His ex-girlfriend bit it off. The guide demonstrated pole-feeding with Louie and then said that I’ll feed the next croc Sully.
Sully was a 700kg salty. Feeding him was really cool. In the beginning I kept the chicken too close to the fence and Sully tried to get through it to snatch its food. Scary stuff! I never screamed like a little girl though. Even the guide had a fright or two during the pole-feeding experience. These crocs are very unpredictable.
We also watched the snake show and later the crocodile attack show. It was interesting.
We drove north and spent the night in a caravan park near Mossman.
Caloundra, Kings Beach, Moffat Beach, Dicky Beach, Noosa (Dec 11th)
Our first stop was Caloundra. Its main beach – Kings Beach – was very crowded because of the school holidays. The waves were awesome – there were lots of them and they were big. The conditions were perfect for bodyboarding, unfortunately we didn’t have any room for surfcrafts in the car. For a second or two I thought about stealing a bodyboard from some kid… I could probably take one or two of them (of course not at the same time – let’s be realistic!). I didn’t resort to such means. This time! We ended up jumping into the waves which was heaps of fun until suddenly all the joy was cut short by Rachel’s deafening screams of pain and agony.
As I looked at her with terror in my eyes, my knees became weak and wobbly. It was difficult to breathe and as I gasped for more air I saw the cause of her misery. Her back and stomack were flaming red with dark red goosebumps – she was stung by a marine stinger. The screams… the screams… I still have nightmares of her screams.
I don’t remember exactly how things unfolded but here’s how I recall it. I single-handedly carried her out of the water and rushed her to the lifeguards. They hosed her with some fresh water and sprayed something on the irritated skin. She didn’t need any more medical attention because Canadians are made tough – mothers leave their babies in the woods right after giving birth. This, they say, is natural selection at its best, it builds character and also helps bread a nation of survivors. Only the toughest ones will make it.
Other than that, Rachel was just fine. It was a bluebottle sting, nothing serious. I’ve never been stung so I don’t know how painful it was but from the look on her face it wasn’t too bad. She didn’t really scream but all the rest of the story is true… more or less 😀 After Rachel’s encounter with Australia’s wild and ferocious wildlife we enjoyed a bit of sunbathing and continued our journey towards the next beaches in Caloundra.
Moffat Beach was crap. It had a plateau with nasty stuff growing on it – I don’t know, algae or something. Right next to Moffat Beach was Dicky Beach. Hahahah Dicky …. hahahahaha no further comments necessary. 😀
There was an old shipwreck at Dicky Beach. I think it was Captain James Cook’s vessel. No doubt in that. It was very rusty and full of razor sharp edges. Both Agni and Rachel cut their knees and even I was bleeding from a toe after exploring the ship and looking for survivors – sadly there were none.
We continued towards Noosa despite our severe injuries and potential tetanus and cholera infections. Our visit to the Noosa National Park was wonderful. I’ve been there a couple of times and I love it. My favorite part is when I’m on the way back towards the carpark (from trail #2 switch to #4) and suddenly everything becomes so quiet. You can only hear the sounds of the trees, birds, lizards and drop-bears. Noosa was crowded, it was full of surfers enjoying their school holidays. We didn’t see any koalas, snakes or dolphins.
Our final destination for the day was a camping site at a place called Noosa North Shore. Benn, Emily and Sean (their friend) were already on the island waiting for us. We had to cross a bit of water, it took 2 minutes on a little ferry and only cost $6 for a car and all its passengers. It took us about 30 minutes to find the Aussies. Once there, we set up camp, had some beers and kumba-ya!
As I watched the drunken lot I learned a new pickup line. One guy, let’s call him Shredder, said to a girl that her hair was soooooo asymmetric and that it was brilliant! 😀 It seemed to me that his line actually worked. The girl melted like butter.
The night became darker and darker and darker. Benn shared a story. He was camping with one of his friends. They were minding their own business, bushwalking tra-la-laa-di-daa, and then suddenly out of nowhere a drop-bear attacked his friend. It ripped out the victims eye and made him watch with the other eye how the beast devoured the eyeball. Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom. After that the drop-bear slashed the victim in a savage rampage. Benn barely escaped the same fate.
Rainbow Beach, Bundaberg, Seventeen Seventy (Dec 12th)
I woke up aroud 5:40 and went for a jog on the beach. There were hills in the distance and I noticed a strip of sand on a hill. I decided that I’m going to jog over there and check out the view from the top of that hill. It took me about an hour to get there but I did it. The view was good but I didn’t like the wind which was blowing sand into my eyes. Then I jogged/walked back to the camping site.
We packed our tents and left the site around 11 o’clock. Yep, nobody was rushing.
It took 2 hours to reach Rainbow Beach. During the drive I remember seeing a big roo next to the road. I called it out to others but they didn’t see it. So I counted down the seconds until the car reached the roo. As my countdown reached zero the roo turned out to be a small crow just hopping on the grass. My, oh my, I was seeing things. Of course everybody in the car had a big laugh 😀
Rainbow Beach was a beautiful beach with massive sand dunes. We climbed the dunes and tried to sled down on a piece of cardboard. That didn’t really work out but we had fun trying. Later we needed to go for a swim to wash away all the sand.
Today’s best part was the drive to Bundaberg. That was Agni’s drop-off point. We were all very happy once our ways parted at her hostel. It was a magical moment full of joy and happiness. Everybody had a huge smile on their face. Finally, more room in the car! We weren’t a good match with her either.
Our initial plan was to reach the Lake Monduran caravan park but its reception closed at 17:30 so there was no point in going there. We decided to drive towards Seventeen Seventy and just camp somewhere along the road.
About 25 km from Seventeen Seventy I took a left turn onto a dirt road, drove to the end of it and decided that this was our camping site for the night. We set up camp. One guy drove down to us and tried to scare us away. I used my highly developed communication/negotiation skills to change his mind. He allowed us to stay and warned us about starting fires because the area was very dry.
That night was very scary because of all the forest sounds. The roos were jumping but that sounded exactly as if someone was walking past our tent. When the wind blew the grass against the tent I almost shat myself. It sounded like somebody was trying to get into the tent but didn’t find its door. Luckily I was sleeping in the middle of Pete and Rachel. Therefore in case of a drop-bear or a serial killer, Pete and Rachel would die before me. That thought gave me peace and helped me fall asleep.
We survived the night, packed our stuff and drove to Seventeen Seventy. I have been there twice before but this time it was a big disappointment. The water was much higher and thus most of the beach was gone. We visited Cook’s Monument Cairn and went for a walk in a national park.
Agnes Water was only 5-10 km away. None of us was very enthusiastic about going swimming because of the stingers. Eventually Pete and I gathered up our courage and had a go. Rachel and I did a little Gangnam dance because that’s the way we roll… 😀
Next we visited Olsen’s Capricorn Caves. Entrance and a guided tour cost $27 each. We saw stalactites and stalagmites and caves and stuff. We were told that in the caves we were walking on dried bat guano (crap). Good to know, considering I was barefoot.
The highlight was the Cathedral – a cave with great acustics. They even had wedding ceremonies in that cave. We listened to a song in the cave… halleluyah, it was beautiful.
After the caves we went to Mackay. Benn’s mother (Annette) agreed to host us for a night. It was good to see her since the last time I saw her was several months ago. She made dinner for all of us. It was delicious. I ate as much as I could because I knew this was the last decent meal during the next 2 weeks. Everybody was done eating but I was still munching food and adding more stuff onto my plate. Nom-nom-nom-nom!
We spent most of the evening planning our trip. Annette and Jon were a great help with their suggestions. I was super tired that day. Who knew that traveling was so exhausting?
Finch Hatton Gorge, Araluen Falls (Dec 14th)
We loved it at Annette’s place and didn’t really want to leave. It took Rachel ages to pack her stuff and we left around 11 o’clock. Our destination was Finch Hatton Gorge and Araluen Falls in the Eungella National Park.
We jumped into the water from the cliffs at Araluen Falls. It was entertaining. Some other kids jumped about 2-3 times higher than we did. I would’ve joined them but I didn’t because of all my prior injuries from the shipwreck. It had nothing to do with being scared.
After the fun in the water we drove to Airlie Beach to book a day trip to the Whitsunday Islands. We could only choose between two options because everything else was fully booked. Since we all wanted to snorkel and scuba dive we chose the Illusions cruise.
Ivar the Salacious 
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