Perhaps I've never been so tired... the past few days were amazing, though busier and physically more hectic than I could have ever imagined. It was one of those situations where absolutely everything happened, yet there is little to report. So I'll do it fast and get back to work and, barring a 2-day stint on Kangaroo Island, posting on a daily basis again. Right now everyone in the world has a more updated and classier blog than my own (don't believe me, click on some of those links!)
So, the parents and myself got up wicked early on the 19th and flew to Cairns up in Queensland. The weather was Hawaii/Fiji beautiful-- warm and humid, hardly a cloud in the sky. Our hostel was more of a motel for young people and, occasional loudness notwithstanding, a nice little place to hang your hat. We got in and got oriented (not hard with a population of 100,000) and set our itinerary for the next 3 days. It wasn't cheap, but it didn't disappoint. Then we had some bomb-diggety chicken parms from the Woolshed-- a sweet backpacker bar/dinner joint.
Thursday the 20th, we got up at 5:40am and caught a bus all the way out to Tulley for a 17km white-water rafting expedition, which I had never done before. Solid, good fun with yours truly tearing out a large quantity of ass hair and getting dominated by class 4 rapids. Afterwards, we bought jugs of beer and shot pool on a round pool table-- about 6 feet in diameter with 4 pockets-- before heading home. If those things didn't cost $15,000+ I'd totally buy one. Too tired to head downtown so we snagged some WAY good fish and chips next door.
Friday the 21st was another big one-- getting up at 6:30 to catch a bus to the marina, where we took a catamaran out to the Great Barrier Reef. Once there, daddy decided to cough up some cash so homeboy and I went scuba diving. Never, ever, ever had a desire in the world to do so, but I wouldn't let the old bastard top me one, so I went, and it was pretty intensely cool. Afterwards, big lunch, snorkeling, laying in the sun and sailing home. The Woolshed was tragically full so we hit the steak house around the corner for the best fillet mignon the father has ever had, and a couple Nolan steaks that were spot-on for me and mommy. Even earlier bed, with soreness included.
Saturday the 22nd it was a 3:45am start to go hot air ballooning. It almost didn't happen (damn you, fogs!) but we finally got up around 7:45. Yet another first in a long line of them for little old me-- but it didn't stop there! After we packed up the balloon, we hit a champagne brekkie and were transfered to the rainforeststation for an Army Duck tour and koala-cuddling. Then it was off to Kuranda, a tourist trap shit-hell which we promptly left for an air-gondola ride over the forest canopy. STUNNING! At the bottom we taxied home and hit the Woolshed early-style for another chicken parm of justice, and turned in.
Sunday the 23rd it was "sleep in" time (ie: 7:30am when the parents started moving around) and then a flight back to good ol' Adelaide. The parents decided on a last minute trip to Tasmania for Monday-Wednesday, so they crashed on the floor of my room while I dragged my tiny mattress into the living room and passed an uneasy night on the floor.
Which brings us pretty much back to the moment-- got up today (24th) and went to the Art Gallery of South Australia and for a walk along the river before seeing the parents off to the airport. 48 hours alone is going to RULE and after some catching up with the 'Tinar I'm doing some well-needed thinking and decompressing. Sleep is going to rule the roost tonight. It will be CRAZY cool.
Drink Count (9/19): 1
Drink Count (9/20): 3
Drink Count (9/21): 3
Drink Count (9/22): 4
Drink Count (9/23): 4
Drink Count (9/24): 7
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