On The Move

I stayed another night at the Beachside Hostel (also known as Freckles, which I found out when I got lost and tried asking for directions back to the hostel, only to find that no one had heard of it - frightening experience). Woke up still feeling down, but the day was destined to get better. I went into town to compute at Tribal Travel, cancelled my Castaway trip at the same time (it was raining, with no chance of letting up), and booked my bus to Airlie Beach for 9pm that night.
When I left Tribal, I ran into Rich (aka Haggis), a Scottish guy from Fraser Island. He was in Agnes Waters with Martyn (aka Pudding - from Yorkshire), also from Fraser, so we found him and played a game of monopoly at the hostel. The wind blew our cards around and the rain splattered the board. We were using a new electronic set so there wasn't any paper money, just credit cards that we inserted into a "credit machine" to make transactions. I lost miserably, Haggis won. It's not about skill, just luck of the dice. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
When we finished our game, we walked to the grocery store and bought a package of six meat pies for $6. Armed with our frozen lunch, we went back to their hostel and microwaved them. When we finished eating, Haggis played another game of monopoly with some other hostel-goers. Pudding and I walked back to Tribal and computed until we were kicked out at closing time.
With another four hours to burn before my bus left, we decided to walk to my hostel and watch a movie. They got beers, I got water, and we tramped downstairs to join the couch of movie-watchers just finishing Liar Liar. When that was finished, everyone trickled out and left us to watch Aliens. I feel like I've seen it before, but Pudding may have been right in saying that it's one of those movies everyone has seen parts of. Like Top Gun, this movie started cliches. Needless to say, the scare tactics still worked and I was thoroughly horrified at 8:30 when I had to get the shuttle to the bus station.
I climbed on the bus, settled myself across four seats, and promptly fell asleep. At midnight, I awoke at Rockhampton and crawled into the lower luggage compartment to get my inflatable pillow. Newly equipped, I re-claimed my four seats (legs stretching across the aisle) and slept once again.
This was a longer blog than I expected so I will put the 13th in a new one.
My love goes out to Victoria and everyone in it. I'm feeling homesick and wish I could just fly everyone I love out here to travel with me.
Until next time.
xoxo - Katrina