Mon 20th Nov - Tues 21st Nov
With Fraser finished and myself safely back on the mainland in Dingo's, our Hostel for the next two nights, some much needed rest was required. With some Dolphin Kayaking planned along with a lot of nothing, it would be easy for us to catch our breath from all that passed over the last few days. As usual though I was wrong. It seems that as a backpacker there is never a restful moment, especially when travelling with Steve and Mark.
It would turn out that a large part of our East Coast would be spent with these two jokers. From Nottingham, their personality attributes had already started to become well and truly apparent from the Whit Sundays the previous week. Sleazy, funny, loud, outgoing, quirky lads, at times they impossible not to get on with and while at others you wondered why you were with them. They were so full on, you felt overwhelmed by them within a matter of minutes just from listening and in need in a break. Mark's laughter was infectious, Steve's humor was outrageous and together they were a comedy attack that would rival some of the worlds greatest. Well maybe not.
The most memorable of attributes that these two lads posses though was their desire and persistency with the ladies. It was at times impressive to watch them work the 'magic' as they certainly had the 'gift of the gab', attaining there prize's on more than one occasion. It was never going to be a quite time with these two. With drinking every night and more alcohol consumed than I care to remember they certainly knew how to enjoy themselves constantly.
The one time we have an afternoon without them on rainbow beach (we were sharing a dorm as well) was when Ad's and I embarked at lunch for a little Dolphin Kayaking just down the beach. Relishing the idea of gently paddling for the whole afternoon, with the opportunity to see some more local inhabitants, we were looking forward to the chillout session. Little did we know (again we were wrong) it would turn out to be an incredibly hard exercise workout with very little reward.
Now not trying to be sexist, but it all basically started when being paired up with the ladies from the group participating that afternoon. Although maybe seen as a blessing, allowing the perfect opportunity to meet some further female company, it turned out to be a bloody nightmare, well for myself anyway. I had the delight of sharing a raft with a "lovely" lady from the Netherlands. Her only appealing attribute being a rather nice figure, everything else about her was rotten to the core. Now of course that’s probably a little harsh as I didn't get the opportunity to know her properly in such a short space of time, but I got pissed off.
All was fine for the first min or so while we slowly paddled our way of the beach front with the rest of the group, admittedly she wasn't pulling her weight but it wasn't to bad as I was able do the majority of the work. But it was when she outright refused to do anymore paddling because she was tired that I started to get annoyed. Instead she was more preoccupied with possibly damaging a nail, taking photo's of her friends and self (how vain), and generally being a lazy sod while I struggled to keep up with everyone else. SHE EVEN had the cheek to complain about falling behind, pretty much ordering that we should catch up otherwise we'd miss out on the dolphins. How dare she!!! How dare she!!!! Nether the less maybe something clicked in her when I near to collapsing from exhaustion, she decided to pick up her ore and join me in the struggle.
It ended up being the longest 3 hrs of my life and the biggest waist of time ever. Although we did manage to see the odd dorsal fin and tail, the experience was not worth the amount of effort. Maybe if the dolphin sighting's were more intense I may of thought differently, but with everything else that had happened it was just a bad afternoon.
After another evening of drinking, very much needed after that experience, the following morning we left Rainbow Beach courtesy of the Premier Coach Service. Heading for Noosa for a night, a place we were pretty much told to visit, before reaching Brisbane the following day just in time to see the Ashes start and hopefully join in the party atmosphere. What were the chance of us being in Brisbane at the same time, as if it was almost planned!!!!
Noosa was pretty cool and looking back I wished we'd stayed longer. Really chilled out (even with schoolies on) with a calm feeling everywhere, I don't think there is anyone who could dislike Noosa. Well with the exception of Steveo and Mark who couldn't wait to leave due to the lack of party atmosphereat hostel and in town. Then again it was a tuesday, what were they expecting.
Ad's and I after exploring the place with the lads and a bit of relaxation time on Main Beach spent the evening with Nadja and Lena, the two German Ladies we had met on Fraser. Nadja's a good laugh and easy to get on with where as Lena's English isn't the best, and well my German is non existent thus making conversation a little differcult. Overall a good evening though ending with me passing out in bed reasonably early. I was shattered!
The following morning we left for Brissy, sad to be leaving as the place had quickly grown on us both even though it was slighty pricey, but at the same time it was only 'two more sleeps' to the Ashes and now they were within touching distance.
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