3/25/10

Last day of Noosa (3/22/10) was pretty great. We got up, went to get some iced coffee (iced coffee here is two shots of espresso, ice, and a scoop of ice cream) and then Anna, Emily, Kelsey and I hiked up to the nude beach. It was the most liberating feeling I have experienced since dropping chemistry and becoming an English major. It felt much better though. We set up camp and I stripped in .05 seconds and sprinted to the ocean. It was cold but it felt great. The girls soon followed. We laughed and talked and I made sure to stare down any creepy old men that came by (and there were certainly a few). We walked back on a sandy path barefoot, had a late lunch and then we went to go see Men Who Stare at Goats. Hilarious. I've never had any sort of inclination to do acid before, but after watching an incredibly entertaining scene where they spike a military base's eggs with LSD, the whole thing doesn't seem quite so serious.

We went out for a couple of drinks afterward and Kelsey and I headed home and fell asleep at 9:30. Anna and Caitlin came home smashed and woke me up. Like..literally poked me awake. I was needless to say, fucking furious. I left for a few hours to go to the beach, and I didn't talk with them until I had to the next morning. Their version of events was slightly different then mine, but seeing as how I was not drunk off my ass, I ended up winning the argument.

We headed back to Brizzy the next day (3/23/10), hung out with my host family one more time. Then headed to Rocky (Rockhampton) the next day (3/24/10).

In Rocky we met Robby, our delightful host at the hostel where we were all staying. She showed us some phenomenal "Northern Hospitality". I loved the town (about the size of Marysville in Washington, with even more hicks), I spoke with a local bloke @ this restaurant called Nando's. He had learned about beer pong from his American mate. He loved it. We talked with him for a long time. He was cool. He worked in the meat processing plant in town (as well as Nando's) and he met all sorts of international people there. We talked a lot about different cultures and such before his boss came over and made him actually work. Lame.

Passed out early again and now we are headed to Rubyvale!

p.s.
trying to pee standing up on a bus is probably one of the most difficult feats I have ever attempted. I was impressed with my abilities.

(found scribbled on a loose piece of paper from my journal. Think is it about this bus ride):

Driving into a setting sun which takes up the entire windshield. A deep, fiery, orange ball 20 square feet in size, is where we are headed. Rolling bushland on all sides, tall grasses, sparse trees sprinkled like dandelions across the wide open fields.

Listening to pop-country on Kelsey's ipod and missing home. Loving where I am now.

A dusty orange sphere falling behind distant hills, brushing the high clouds with a soft pink blush. It ignites the low hanging clouds and I watch the embers smolder.