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Published: August 9th 2007
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After a short flight from Sydney, we arrived at the airport which was abit random as they just reversed our bags towards us outside, Austin Powers stylee and we ran into the scramble to collect our rucksacks!
We jumped on a coach who the driver said he would drop us off at our hostel.The driver helpfully pointed out the various sites of interest and soon we arrived at the famous 'Magnums' resort, which looked like Hotel Paradiso and The Pheonix Club rolled into one.Everyone still chirpy though!
Abit of dithering later and we were pointed into the direction of our 'dorm' and we scooted off.We hesitantly entered dorm number 25 and were greeted by a waft of damp smells and 2 brown skinny sweedish girls who seemed to have spread their stuff on every available bed.We dumped our stuff very quickly and headed out to the busy bar area for a few deserved drinks and a scout of any local Aussie hunks!!!A couple of jugs of snakey B later and we got chatting to a guy who was up in Airlie with his uncle repairing boats (or thats what we thought his uncle said as he spat lager all over
our faces).With yesterdays clothes on and very interesting hairdo's, we made polite conversation and carried on drinking to make the thought of going back to the stinky dorm a little better.The Hostel had i'ts own night club called Mass which was hosting a classy 'wet-t-shirt competetion' that night and we were accosted several times by a lady who wanted us to sign up and don a wet t-shirt!Erm... 3 no's then thankyou very much.
We stayed outside and chatted to Adam and his uncle for abit longer, then decided that maybe watching the competion would be a laugh so we went back to the dorm for a quick spruce up (which made absolutley no difference at all-we still looked like 3 stinking backpackers with nits and no clean underwear).
The ratio of men to women in the club was in our favour-lovely.Adam was a total gentleman and bought most of our drinks which was nice of him!The competeion started about an hour later-goody this was going to be funny.The compare came onto the stage and introduced the 4 competitors.....a girl from the UK (come on),one from USA, one from Aus and one from New Zealand.We knew who we
were cheering for! As we were practically the only girls in the club, heckling at the front, the compare decided to point us out to the crowd as '3 lovely English lesbians'-which wasn't quite the introduction we hoped for.It didn't help that Pea was picked from the crowd to be a 'water-pourer'-go Pea.Miss New Zealand came out first and minced around on the stage for abit,busting some interesting moves out to some delightful house techno tune until a very excited gentleman from the crowd was allowed to pour a jug of freezing cold water onto her...aherm..chest.Next it was Miss UK, we cheered loudly, having decided because she was from the Uk, she was deserved of the $500 prize money.Out she bounced (literally) in a slashed white vest, very short white skirt and bright pink pants, which she flashed at the crowd before she was even on stage-go go go Uk!!!!Do us proud yeh....
She didn't even wait for the water to be poured before the vest was ripped off and flung into the pit of sweaty men open mouthed at her display of boob jiggling and bottom flashing.
Next contestant stood still on the stage for about 15mins ubtil
she was soaked by a Tony Prescott look-a like and number 4 looked very excited about being soaked by our very own Pea.Alot of hiping up later and it was decided by the pit that number 4 from the USA was a deserved wet- t-shirt winner...worth the $2 entrance fee to watch???more drinks please.
We had a few more drinks in Mass (bought by Adam) and then decided we would move onto another bar-we weren't ready for the dorm yet!Next stop was an Irish bar down the road which was more lively, where we had abit of a boogie (err in flipflops and our travelling attire) and watched Pea bein swung round by an Irish man who was too old too be wearing a cap and had very bad teeth.Everyone was abit merry now and the thought of the dorm bed was sounding more and more inviting...but oh no we were in the party spirit now and Adam and I headed over to Club africa to check out whether it was worth going.Anna raced in about 10 mins later to say that in the space of that 10mins, Pea 'didn't feel very well' and needed escorting back to our
palace of grime and fellow dormers farting their way through the cold dark evening. Too many cocktails Pea???!!!She took her back to the hostel and Adam and I decided to stay in the club for an hour...several hours later he escorted me back to my lovely bed and I collapsed, very sleepy.Trying to be as quiet as I could getting ready,Anna suddenly shot up and asked "who the hell are you?" in an Australian accent then snuggled to sleep again.It had been a long day obviously!
Next day we awoke with a small headache (from the travelling of course) and set out for a late breakfast and an explore of Airlie-in the rain.
Bean x x
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