Agnes Water, OZ
I almost left, but I didn't.
Long time between updates, I know, but I've been doing my thing here in Agnes. Most days have started with a morning surf. I've been parking Vacilando next to my friend Paul's place for the past two weeks, which is 100m from the beach. He wakes me, often before 8am, and we hit the waves early. Then some breakfast and a nap. One of Paul's flatmates, Ben, has a Playstation, and after 10 years of hearing about the game, I've finally played Grand Theft Auto. Yeah, it's fun.
I've been spending most evenings back at Cool Banana's. I can't say I really hang out with any of my old friends here, a bit, but I'm no longer part of the gang here. But I've started meeting some of the new people coming through the hostel and after the holiday season, it's starting to pick up here again.
My mood's also been lifted in that I finally kissed a girl after about a month of chastity. Coming after my first two months here (they were a bit different in that regard), I've felt like a bit of a monk, and finally getting to kiss someone again is a wonderful thing.
I was thinking of leaving this past weekend though. Two Americans were in the hostel for a week, both from New Jersey, and one was a Yankees fan (next best thing after another Sox fan, maybe even better, I get to talk shit). I almost left with them on Saturday for Airlie but events beyond my control transpired to keep me here. Part of that was that Paul had my copy of "Travels with Charley," and some may understand there's no way I'd leave my copy of it behind.
I'm starting to really surf now, I'm getting a bit better every day, I'm very much understanding the addiction now.
Long time between updates, I know, but I've been doing my thing here in Agnes. Most days have started with a morning surf. I've been parking Vacilando next to my friend Paul's place for the past two weeks, which is 100m from the beach. He wakes me, often before 8am, and we hit the waves early. Then some breakfast and a nap. One of Paul's flatmates, Ben, has a Playstation, and after 10 years of hearing about the game, I've finally played Grand Theft Auto. Yeah, it's fun.
I've been spending most evenings back at Cool Banana's. I can't say I really hang out with any of my old friends here, a bit, but I'm no longer part of the gang here. But I've started meeting some of the new people coming through the hostel and after the holiday season, it's starting to pick up here again.
My mood's also been lifted in that I finally kissed a girl after about a month of chastity. Coming after my first two months here (they were a bit different in that regard), I've felt like a bit of a monk, and finally getting to kiss someone again is a wonderful thing.
I was thinking of leaving this past weekend though. Two Americans were in the hostel for a week, both from New Jersey, and one was a Yankees fan (next best thing after another Sox fan, maybe even better, I get to talk shit). I almost left with them on Saturday for Airlie but events beyond my control transpired to keep me here. Part of that was that Paul had my copy of "Travels with Charley," and some may understand there's no way I'd leave my copy of it behind.
I'm starting to really surf now, I'm getting a bit better every day, I'm very much understanding the addiction now.
posted by Bob Stein at 9:40 PM
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