Having found my way to Brisbane Airport after many a wrong turn, we went and waited near our gate, breakfast felt like a good idea. As we ordered we banged in to Joey, the lad who we made late for his training, because he decided to join us in our pool and beer round! Did I mention, I have actually done a lot more then get drunk…hang on…only a little more….Irish influence you see!
Anyway, we boarded the flight, and instantly the snoring began…unfortunately this meant that no one else on the plane could sleep, but hey I could ha ha! An hour soon passed, a small airport, with a tiny runway welcomed us….now I don’t know if this is just me but, when your in a car with someone and they are driving do you sometime press the imaginary break on your side? jeez I think everyone, gritted teeth and all did as we landed….scary scary…but strangely fun!!
Our jam packed holiday within had began!
Joey who lives in Airlie, offered us a lift kindly and took us to our new destination, we traveled through may a sugar cane field, waving at the local Roos and arrived. Joey gave us a tour of were to and were not to go….A long drive we thought…nope the beach front was about 800yrds, a wash with mini-markets, clothes shops and tourist information places….oh did I mention the few pubs and night clubs too? We checked in to our home for a night Beaches backpackers (great place if you ever go) and went on the hunt for food and tea…yes tea not beer, for you lot thinking I am a complete drunken yob!
Now I had a great description for Airlie, but forgot to write it down…so here goes….bit of a whim this one:
The scintillating sleepy shores and sun drenched beaches, with boats haphazardly placed, bobbing up and down to the ocean rhythm out in the harbor, a tranquil feeling floating around, this place was truly magnificent, one of those places that you instantly relax (….comeon I want round of applause for that one….I’m waiting!!!)
Okay so I may have told a lie before, we did have the intention of having a drink of tea, but accidentally ordered a beer, the place ordered us to I am telling you! We sat and took in the awe of the place, whilst eating and sipping our ice cold drink and wondered back to the dorm, for a power nap. Woke up talked to some guys from Southampton, and went to the bar to watch the Wales and Australia rugby union game…. another great night….but alas a late one.
The strangest thing happened, my trusty new alarm clock forgot to set itself again…. I tell you modern technology! By some strange divine intervention, Barry was roused by something…..thankfully in time for us to get changed and make the mad dash to the harbor for our sailing trip. Now the best way I could describe our mad dash to our boat, think of the tazmainian devil cartoon, ours was a haze of lines, clothes and toiletries, literally if people were awake in the room they wouldn’t have seen us just the bed sheet float down and land on the bed, no garty or shine, we had disappeared in such a rush, grabbed a cab and got to the harbor with a few minutes to spare, registered our names, ordered to go and get some beer for our trip from the bottle shop down the road, 2 crates and 5 bottle of water later, stinger suits and backpacks in hand we walked the jetty, to “The Matador”. Were another adventure was about to begin.