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I left Cairns with my new traveling companions on Saturday morning. Everybody was hungover, except little ole me. I was a good boy and went to asnooze at 10pm the night before but my traveling companions had fun.<br/>

Fear of the Washer, Camper and Mechanicmaker

Tctraynor
2005-11-04 21:22:17

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I left Cairns with my new traveling companions on Saturday morning. Everybody was hungover, except little ole me. I was a good boy and went to asnooze at 10pm the night before but my traveling companions had fun.

Firstly, let me introduce my traveling companions: Tony, 35, he was the one I described as a soccer hooligan because he has short hair and the accent, but a really nice guy. Lou, or Louisa, 22, is the pistol of the group. When we first met her, Tony asked where she came from and she replied in her London accent: "Fackin' Landon, mate!" Adam, 20, Lou's traveling mate, is the quiet one of the group. Tristan, 19, the youngest of the lot, is a bit more mature than a 19 year old should be, but still has the youthful indulgence to go out and drinks heaps.

Tony was late for our scheduled pickup due to his hangover, Tristan had to puke up his breakfast before we left and Lou was forcibly picked up by a bouncer and thrown out of a club the night before. These are my traveling mates and I am about to get Unwashed.

We traveled south from Cairns and I take back what I said back before about the lack of mini-malls in Oz. South Cairns is a mini-mall gone amok. Car dealerships, fast food joints, shopping centers and yes, Virginia, even a Target. After we got out of the mini-mall-hell, we headed up a winding mountain road. Really beautiful.

Tony drove up the winding mountain stretch, then it was my turn to drive. I said I would drive but only out in open country because I have never veered to the left before: well, there was that time when I voted for both Dukakis and then Mondale/Ferraro in the 80's. When I drive, it is a sense of meditation for me; I go on autopilot. I was afraid in my meditative state that I would automatically veer to the right: as I did when I wished they would hang Clinton by his huevos in the 90's. I drove with trepidation at first but then got used to it, somewhat. ...