Hello from Brisbane, or Brizzy as it's called. Brizzle also rhymes with drizzle, and that's what they've been putting up with for the past month! The skies are overcast but the air is warm and humid. It's a nice treat for my skin to avoid the frying sun for a few days, me thinks. (Left: pic of me downtown Brisbane).
I left off at Airlie beach, where I chilled by the water for a few hours before catching the airport taxi. A few girls from the Anaconda were also traveling to Brisbane that afternoon, so we chatted during the ride. We also saw kangaroos hopping along the side of the highway - neat!
The airport in Proserpine is adorable. It's tiny, with only 2 gates, and you get to walk out onto the tarmac to board. I bought a sandwich and sat waiting for my plane, which I thought would be a typical hour-long flight where I could zone out and listen to my music. Boy was I wrong! During my check in, the woman at the desk gave me the chance to select my seat, so I opted for something at the front of the plane. This facilitates the disembarking process and I also requested a window.
So I board the plane, get to my seat, 3A, and sit quietly waiting for the plane to leave the 'gate'. A few minutes later, a guy comes and sits in my row, but on the aisle, leaving the middle seat free. He's got a few friends with him who sit across the aisle as well. The guys look to be in their late-twenties and they immediately start planning what drinks they're going to order during the flight. They're all Aussie and the guy in my row introduces himself as Mick, as in Mick Dundee, I immediately thought, but didn't bring it up. I wondered what this flight would have in store.
Just then, a fourth guy comes onboard and makes it to his seat, which happens to be in between me and Mick. His name is Andrew and he's also just as eager to break open the booze for the flight. Turns out they're all friends and heading to the Gold Coast for the weekend. Oh boy! So being the independent female traveler I am, I was prepared for some interesting banter. Sure enough, we all got chatting. The guys all work in construction on the rigs and had each decided to shave mullets and grow some dirty moustaches for their four days off. That explained a lot about them.
The plane takes off and they are already ordering some rum and cokes for all of us - including me! I gladly took a free drink and suddenly row 3 turned into a bar.
I was looking slightly 'Einalem-ish', wearing glasses and feeling sweaty from being at Airlie. Somehow, my glasses ended up getting passed around to each of the guys as they tried them on and witnessed just how blind I am. They each got pictures wearing my glasses - it was hilarious!! Pretty much each looked awful in them and I was dying laughing. Then they discovered the trick that I learned when I was four, that it's so hilarious to hold the glasses about 5 inches from your face to make your eyes look like Bubbles from Trailer Park Boys. Each got pics like that as well!!
With this entertainment, the flight went by really fast and I'd met some true Aussies who love Canada and think Canadians are the bomb. I'm glad I was able to uphold this opinion, Einalem and ALL!
When the plane landed, we diverged, with me hopping into a cab to get to Base. That's when another ordeal began. I checked in and was put in room 301, and after climbing the stairs with my luggage (the elevator sketched me out), I discovered that 301 was already full. I left my bag in the room and went back to the reception. They apologized and reassigned me to 321. I headed back upstairs, got my bag, made it to my new room, and then ran back downstairs to return 301's key. In 321 I instantly hit it off with three other girls staying there. One of them, Leigh, was heading down to the bar with her friend John and I joined them. Not before attempting to shower in a stall that had no hot water handle, or figuring out how to work my room key in the bathroom door. Phew! We finally made it down to the 'Down Under' bar at Base. All Base bars are the same and it was ladies night so we had a few drinks for cheap. I was so tired and called it a night around 1am.
This morning was where it was freaky - I awoke in excruciating pain. My leg was completely cramping! Has anyone ever had a leg cramp where your muscle spazzes for 20 horrible seconds? The weird thing is I had the exact same thing the morning before, but decided not to blog about it because I thought it was a one-time thing. I also didn't want to blog about my body problems haha but now I'm really hoping this doesn't become a daily occurrence. At the risk of self-diagnosing myself with something awful, I Googled my issue and was relieved to hear it's common and often happens in the morning after sleeping. I'll keep you all posted, to your undeniable delight! ;)
Today I'm going to figure out my plans and see a lot of Brisbane. I'm looking forward to taking it easy and walking around. As if I haven't been taking it easy, eh? Stay tuned!
I left off at Airlie beach, where I chilled by the water for a few hours before catching the airport taxi. A few girls from the Anaconda were also traveling to Brisbane that afternoon, so we chatted during the ride. We also saw kangaroos hopping along the side of the highway - neat!
The airport in Proserpine is adorable. It's tiny, with only 2 gates, and you get to walk out onto the tarmac to board. I bought a sandwich and sat waiting for my plane, which I thought would be a typical hour-long flight where I could zone out and listen to my music. Boy was I wrong! During my check in, the woman at the desk gave me the chance to select my seat, so I opted for something at the front of the plane. This facilitates the disembarking process and I also requested a window.
So I board the plane, get to my seat, 3A, and sit quietly waiting for the plane to leave the 'gate'. A few minutes later, a guy comes and sits in my row, but on the aisle, leaving the middle seat free. He's got a few friends with him who sit across the aisle as well. The guys look to be in their late-twenties and they immediately start planning what drinks they're going to order during the flight. They're all Aussie and the guy in my row introduces himself as Mick, as in Mick Dundee, I immediately thought, but didn't bring it up. I wondered what this flight would have in store.
Just then, a fourth guy comes onboard and makes it to his seat, which happens to be in between me and Mick. His name is Andrew and he's also just as eager to break open the booze for the flight. Turns out they're all friends and heading to the Gold Coast for the weekend. Oh boy! So being the independent female traveler I am, I was prepared for some interesting banter. Sure enough, we all got chatting. The guys all work in construction on the rigs and had each decided to shave mullets and grow some dirty moustaches for their four days off. That explained a lot about them.
The plane takes off and they are already ordering some rum and cokes for all of us - including me! I gladly took a free drink and suddenly row 3 turned into a bar.
I was looking slightly 'Einalem-ish', wearing glasses and feeling sweaty from being at Airlie. Somehow, my glasses ended up getting passed around to each of the guys as they tried them on and witnessed just how blind I am. They each got pictures wearing my glasses - it was hilarious!! Pretty much each looked awful in them and I was dying laughing. Then they discovered the trick that I learned when I was four, that it's so hilarious to hold the glasses about 5 inches from your face to make your eyes look like Bubbles from Trailer Park Boys. Each got pics like that as well!!
With this entertainment, the flight went by really fast and I'd met some true Aussies who love Canada and think Canadians are the bomb. I'm glad I was able to uphold this opinion, Einalem and ALL!
When the plane landed, we diverged, with me hopping into a cab to get to Base. That's when another ordeal began. I checked in and was put in room 301, and after climbing the stairs with my luggage (the elevator sketched me out), I discovered that 301 was already full. I left my bag in the room and went back to the reception. They apologized and reassigned me to 321. I headed back upstairs, got my bag, made it to my new room, and then ran back downstairs to return 301's key. In 321 I instantly hit it off with three other girls staying there. One of them, Leigh, was heading down to the bar with her friend John and I joined them. Not before attempting to shower in a stall that had no hot water handle, or figuring out how to work my room key in the bathroom door. Phew! We finally made it down to the 'Down Under' bar at Base. All Base bars are the same and it was ladies night so we had a few drinks for cheap. I was so tired and called it a night around 1am.
This morning was where it was freaky - I awoke in excruciating pain. My leg was completely cramping! Has anyone ever had a leg cramp where your muscle spazzes for 20 horrible seconds? The weird thing is I had the exact same thing the morning before, but decided not to blog about it because I thought it was a one-time thing. I also didn't want to blog about my body problems haha but now I'm really hoping this doesn't become a daily occurrence. At the risk of self-diagnosing myself with something awful, I Googled my issue and was relieved to hear it's common and often happens in the morning after sleeping. I'll keep you all posted, to your undeniable delight! ;)
Today I'm going to figure out my plans and see a lot of Brisbane. I'm looking forward to taking it easy and walking around. As if I haven't been taking it easy, eh? Stay tuned!
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