Hervey Bay, OZ
Well, I have left Brisbane, after two and a half weeks respite there. Didn't fill Vacilando once till I was on my way out of town. And again, the sadness of goodbyes is mixed with the new vistas and vitality on the horizon. Karla and I parted ways on good terms. I was moody but I do appreciate how much I appreciated my time with her. I got to watch NFL. I'm going to digress for a moment to say,
"I LOVE FOOTBALL!"
I know a lot of people take offense to me using the term to talk about NFL football but, at least get behind the sentiment, me loving football. Maybe the word is more important.
Moving right along.
My last few days in Brisbane were spent in a backpacker's parking lot, where I was able to lounge in Vacilando and have free use of the pool, hot (bath warm) tub, and showers. There I met a new crew for the drive North. Again, a pair of Germans, and rounding out the group is Karen whose Swiss, albeit the German part.
I spent my final morning in Brisbane having a coffee with Ed, an Ex pat from the US who's been living in OZ for over twenty years, I think. He's lived a lot of places it seemed. The talk was good and we finally lumbered out of town, somewhere around noon.
We drove from Brisbane to Noosa yesterday, passing the Glass Mountains on the way up. These hills spring from the flat ground in a manner that reminded me of Northern Greece, though I didn't see any monastaries on top of the Glass Mountains. Noosa was nice, in the same way that I say Nice is nice. Yeah, I liked it, but...I've liked other places more.
We camped in a parking lot near a dog friendly beach, and cooked over 2 kilos of ground beef into a towering pile of meat. Good cheeseburgers, best that I've had thus far in Vacilando. Janine and Matt got their hands dirty and mixed up the ground beef with some seasonings and onions. Matt is from Mainz, which is near the Rhine Valley. I know this as I passed through the Mainz train station on my way to the Rhine Valley in 2000. I think I also remember thinking that heading to a small town in the Rhine Valley with no rooms after dark was more appealing than staying in Mainz. I haven't mentioned this to Matt, but it is in a nice part of Germany, and I only saw the area around the trainstation. Janine's from Berlin and is more American than German (in my mind), she loves PB&J, American Football and prefers Tequila to beer. Ah, tequila.
I should digress here to mention how I met Karen and Janine. I went out Friday night with a group from the hostel. We hit a bar and someone bought a round of tequila. At this point, I mentioned body shots. Now, we didn't get quite as advanced as the body shots of Greece, but there was much enthusiasm. Janine's got the photos.
So, back to Hervey Bay. We drove here this morning, as Hervey Bay is the commercial entrance to Frasier Island. Everyone has told me that I must go to Frasier, so here I am. We'll see. I'm reviewing my options on how to go, I can either pay $160 for a two night 4x4 thing or go on foot for $50. I may have to splurge. But I still remember Esther's stories of camping in the toilets on Stewart Is. and going on foot does have some appeal. So, we'll see. I've parked Vac in a powered site for $10, and have the benefit of having the fan tonight when I go to bed.
I've also just bought some new speakers for Vac and a pawn shop. They were $15, so I figured what the hell. So far, they sound decent and I'm not worried about blowing them out with the tape deck.
Well, that's about if for now. I've gotten a few emails from people I haven't talked to in a while. Two from the ladies of Fiji actually. I got an email from my old stalker days, namely Abby. She briefly caught me up on her life (like I didn't know). Also, got an email from Bitch Bob. She's sounded rather gimpy at the moment with a injured hand or something. It could me cosmic fate in that I just passed through Gympie today (pronounced the same). Who knows?
So, that's about it. I'm on the move again, and each day is again unexpected. So, I'm going to clean up now, and see about some dinner (ah, the mountain of meat).
"I LOVE FOOTBALL!"
I know a lot of people take offense to me using the term to talk about NFL football but, at least get behind the sentiment, me loving football. Maybe the word is more important.
Moving right along.
My last few days in Brisbane were spent in a backpacker's parking lot, where I was able to lounge in Vacilando and have free use of the pool, hot (bath warm) tub, and showers. There I met a new crew for the drive North. Again, a pair of Germans, and rounding out the group is Karen whose Swiss, albeit the German part.
I spent my final morning in Brisbane having a coffee with Ed, an Ex pat from the US who's been living in OZ for over twenty years, I think. He's lived a lot of places it seemed. The talk was good and we finally lumbered out of town, somewhere around noon.
We drove from Brisbane to Noosa yesterday, passing the Glass Mountains on the way up. These hills spring from the flat ground in a manner that reminded me of Northern Greece, though I didn't see any monastaries on top of the Glass Mountains. Noosa was nice, in the same way that I say Nice is nice. Yeah, I liked it, but...I've liked other places more.
We camped in a parking lot near a dog friendly beach, and cooked over 2 kilos of ground beef into a towering pile of meat. Good cheeseburgers, best that I've had thus far in Vacilando. Janine and Matt got their hands dirty and mixed up the ground beef with some seasonings and onions. Matt is from Mainz, which is near the Rhine Valley. I know this as I passed through the Mainz train station on my way to the Rhine Valley in 2000. I think I also remember thinking that heading to a small town in the Rhine Valley with no rooms after dark was more appealing than staying in Mainz. I haven't mentioned this to Matt, but it is in a nice part of Germany, and I only saw the area around the trainstation. Janine's from Berlin and is more American than German (in my mind), she loves PB&J, American Football and prefers Tequila to beer. Ah, tequila.
I should digress here to mention how I met Karen and Janine. I went out Friday night with a group from the hostel. We hit a bar and someone bought a round of tequila. At this point, I mentioned body shots. Now, we didn't get quite as advanced as the body shots of Greece, but there was much enthusiasm. Janine's got the photos.
So, back to Hervey Bay. We drove here this morning, as Hervey Bay is the commercial entrance to Frasier Island. Everyone has told me that I must go to Frasier, so here I am. We'll see. I'm reviewing my options on how to go, I can either pay $160 for a two night 4x4 thing or go on foot for $50. I may have to splurge. But I still remember Esther's stories of camping in the toilets on Stewart Is. and going on foot does have some appeal. So, we'll see. I've parked Vac in a powered site for $10, and have the benefit of having the fan tonight when I go to bed.
I've also just bought some new speakers for Vac and a pawn shop. They were $15, so I figured what the hell. So far, they sound decent and I'm not worried about blowing them out with the tape deck.
Well, that's about if for now. I've gotten a few emails from people I haven't talked to in a while. Two from the ladies of Fiji actually. I got an email from my old stalker days, namely Abby. She briefly caught me up on her life (like I didn't know). Also, got an email from Bitch Bob. She's sounded rather gimpy at the moment with a injured hand or something. It could me cosmic fate in that I just passed through Gympie today (pronounced the same). Who knows?
So, that's about it. I'm on the move again, and each day is again unexpected. So, I'm going to clean up now, and see about some dinner (ah, the mountain of meat).
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