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Published: February 13th 2006
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A Roo-licscious dinner
This is our Kangaroo feast. These two girls are also from Queens and the one on the right, Jill, will be at UWA with me and the one on the , Katie, will also be in Perth at a different uni. How ya going? Well we are back in Sydney. We've had an insane last few days. But before I tell you all about that I have just one thing to say. I am currently in the house of a true Aussie family (possibly one of the nicest families I've ever met) and I get to sleep on a real mattress, and eat homemade food, and watch TV, and use the internet whenever I please (without paying), and wash my clothes in a real washing machine, and use real towels (my towel for the last month has been the same one i use on the beach, no worries, i do wash it from time to time, possibly not as often as is hygenically favoured but I'm living out of a knapsack people, leave me alone). Now how on earth did u manage to get yourself in this lovely position Kristen, you might say. Well, as our taxi driver said "You just won the lottery". For any panicking parents out there, no I am not staying with the taxi driver, although he was a lovely man, and took us to get our suitcases so we didn't need to bus it. We are in
Our Mission Beach
This was our backyard pool, not to shabby. fact staying with the family of a girl, Char, who was set up as Becca's buddy at the university. She is coming to Queen's next fall and she offered to take us in until Becca finds a place and I manage to drag myself away from the hospitality towards the other side of the continent. It is true folks, we won the lottery. She's even taking us around Sydney and showing us the sights, in a CAR! Backpackers be damned, we're living the high life and it's free! Alright so now that I've conveyed my unimaginable enthusiasm for this recent seriesof events I can move along and tell you about the other exciting news. Becca jumped out of a plane and lived to tell about it. That's right she made it and more importantly I managed not to get sucked into it. I had a lovely view of the whole experience from the ground and managed to take a few very poor pictures. This all happened in Mission Beach. A quiet little place we stopped at after the hectic pace of Airlie Beach. It was a very nice hostel with a great pool and some creepy old Canadian men staying in the next room. Why were these men creepy, because when you go up to a girl you don't really know and ask if you can take her picture while she's tanning in her bikini, it is creepy. Let that be a lesson to the rest of you guys who will one day turn 40 and find yourself fat and bald. Try to refrain from saying exactly what is on your mind. For example, if for some unknown reason you find yourself staying in a youth hostel and you decide to have a few drinks to quench your thrist at the youthbar, and you happen to stumble across the fact that the bar is having a wet t-shirt contest with a prize of $500, contrary to apparently popular belief, this does not guarantee that any of the involved youth must expose their bare breasts or their nipples. And please, please, do not then voice this belief to the girls staying in the room next to you at the hostel like they are supposed to agree with you, they do not, and now they are just creeped out by you. I'm just letting you know for future reference. So the night of the jump, Becca and I treated ourselves to a dinner out, a lovely meal of kangaroo. Yes that's right, you read it right, we ate kangaroo and it was delicious. Although why they insist on labelling it on the menu as kangaroo is beyond me, I mean have you ever heard anyone say I could really go for a big juicy piece of cow. Not likely. So the whole fact that you are eating the national animal kinda dampers the moment but in the end it tastes like fairly good steak and you get over it. Our last day in Mission Beach was spent riding the rapids. Our group was good and our guide was a Kiwi (for those of you who don't know what that it is, it's a New Zealander) who was quite amusing but unfortunately for us a little bit accident prone. This guy had scrapes and bruises all over his arms leg and even face and refused to tell us why. It 's a little disconcerning when your guide says "Uh oh this isn't the right way, ah shit, what do I do" But in the end we survived with only one girl getting thrown out and she was quickly pulled back in by her new husband. Isn't that cute. With only a few bruises, one large one from being wrenched into the boat by a rather violent German girl, I managed to have the time of my life and think I have found my new passion. Judging by the state of the kiwi, he won't last very long and they'll have a spot open for a guide pretty soon, maybe I'll check that out. After a long day of paddling and being pushed in the water (the Kiwi thought he was pretty funny) it was on the night bus and off to Cairns. We only managed to stay one day in Cairns and it was a pretty dismal one but we made the most of it by playing some volleyball in the pool with some Irish lads (Kieran and Kieran, Leah are all Irish boys named Keiran?) we had shared a room with in Airlie Beach and then went and saw Memoirs of a Geisha as our first official non-drinking and yet non-sleeping early night, before you gasp, realize this we had to get up at 3:30 am to catch our flight. We also saw a guy who looked like John Cusack from Say Anything, I swear I waited at my window for the tune of "In Your Eyes" but it never came, and so I left Cairns a little heartbroken and ready to take on Sydney and a Valentine's Day with the girls. That brings us back to here, looks like a little luck of the Irish actually did rub off on us as we are both sleeping soundly in beds with sheets, blankets, air conditioning and no one else in the room, and it's free. God I love the Aussies. Oh yes and for those of you asking, no there have been no Aussie boys in my life except for those first ones in Byron Bay because I have a secret for you, which I will now share with the entire world wide web. Aussie boys do not exist when you backpack, it's true, they're in Perth and Sydney, and Melbourne and Adelaide, but as there is no reason for Aussies to backpack, the only boys in my life have been Canadians, Americans, English, Irish, German, Danish, Swedish, Suisse and occasionally Scottish. And on that note I am off to bed and am sure to get a angry e-mail from my father tomorrow.
Love you all
Kristen
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Angry e-mail
Oops, that didn't work. Anyway, so as not to disappoint you I will be sending an angry, private email later today. I need time to collect my thoughts. Nice to see some pictures of your hard life! Dad