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NB. Lack of photos owing to the wonderfully frustrating temperamental antics of my new Sony camera. Sorry.
... I had intended a stay here of several weeks.. and now, only a week or so after my arrival in Oz, I am ready to leave, gladly packing my bags for departure tomorrow... So, the story goes...
Aussie Adventures
Asha Patel2006-08-23 10:59:03
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I felt sick. I had eaten too much and slept too little. Still, I had no time for self pity. The airport shuttle was due to collect me at 7am. I waited in the rain until it arrived. Catching a VirginBlue flight was utterly painless, and easier than catching a bus. Arrival, check in with name only, receive a printed receipt and take a seat in the empty aisles. Sweet. I slept. Of course. From New South Wales to Queensland, we arrived in Brisbane 1.5h later, gaining an hour in time difference...Okay, now what? I looked around at an overcast sky shadowing the city with grey. Nope. What I needed was far more therapeutic - sun, sea and sand. I headed straight for the info desk and booked myself on a bus to...Byron Bay. Caught a train to the city. Got off at the wrong stop. Trudged, all 17kgs and the weight of stress hoarding my back. Tired and disillusioned, I responded to the friendly smiles of the platform attendant: "excuse me sir; where am I?" He laughed. I wasn't joking. I actually had no idea where I even was. Informed that I was now in Brisbane city and needed the next train to Roma St, I waited some more. Once there, I made it just in time for the bus to Byron Bay. Guess what I did once on the bus? Without any conscious effort at all, my eyelids dropped and I was out. In any case, the highways held nothing even remotely interesting to keep me engaged...
-- BYRON BAY --
...Jolted awake. Back aching. Freezing col. Sore throat. And yes... tired. Very very tired. Stumbles out of the bus in my air-conditioning protective layering of of hooded jumpers into the hot gold coast sunshine. Got to Main Beach hostel, showered. Out. Walked into a shop called 'Pure'. They offered a range of services including massages. Hm, my body felt like an overused punch bag and the thought of a massage sounded as good as a huge tub of ice cream on a hot summers day. There was an appointment available at 5pm. That was in ten mins. I took it. Left in the experienced
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