Glenelg, South Australia, Australia
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Another full free day ahead of us, we started by meeting Blair, one of the Scottish lads offering the lift from
Adelaide to
Melbourne via the Great Ocean Road. He is a proper dude, and we sat down for a coffee and swapped stories. We agreed then and there to join him, and happy with the prospect of a road trip, returned to the hostel. The gang wanted to go to the beach, so we board shorted up and hopped on the tram. 20mins later, we were in
Glenelg, a self sufficient town with a huge beach stretching along the coast. We treated ourselves to a cheap, lunchtime Maccy D's, then hit the sand. As we munched, the local gang of seagulls began to accumulate around us, providing a couple of cool pictures, but also putting our food and cleanliness at risk. We polished off our grub, scared the flying buggers off, then began a game of Volleyball. Team Cave (Jake, Chris, Pia, and Myself) vs. Team Others (Oran, Virva, Bix, and Marco). It was a fairly even game; Bix tended to beat me at the net, but Jake and Chris served up some sweet shots, and we kept managing to wrong foot Oran. The biggest beating was given by me, to the sand, as I flailed about like I had IV redbull in my system. It was a lot of fun though, and after losing track of the score twice, we agreed to a 'first to two' play off. Team Cave duly kicked Team Others, and gloating ensued. We then gathered our things and headed to the pier. The structure was a good 3-4 metres off the sea surface, and the drop beckoned to us. We had no hope. Hopping onto a protruding gangplank, we went in. It was utter, unbridled ecstasy. Some of the guys decided to get a bit braver, and climbed a pole, adding a full 2 metres to their vertical distance. Not to be outdone, Oran spidermanned up a free standing pole, then swan dived off it.We then swapped sides and five of us leapt off in unison. Our Irish emissary then supermanned over the 3 foot railing into the water, and I orchestrated a three level, three person photo. Now by this point, the combination of the sun and poor water entry technique had set my back on fire, and we towelled off and strolled back to the beach. At the entrance to the pier, a cop car was parked, with a rather nonchalant bobby watching us amble towards him. We thought we were in for it, but if anything, he actually smiled more as we walked past, and said nowt. We assembled on the beach, kicked a football around for a bit, then offloaded our cameras to a couple of schoolgirls, who took big group photos of us posing, jumping, and making a human pyramid. After a few failed attempts to get the girls in the water (damn they're fast), we sat down on the sand and played a few rounds of cards. As the afternoon wore on, Jake, Oran, and myself turned a fabulous shade of bright lobster red (I had applied suncream, I promise), so we got back on the tram. Oran and Bix stayed behind for a McFlurry, so the remainder of us hopped into Coles to purchase assorted dinners. Hostel, shower, food, change of clothes, cup of coffee, and suddenly we were desperate for a bottle shop. We attempted to get directions off one of the staff, but a confusing and half heard conversation and an incorrect map later, and we went on a wild goose/bottle chase, which got us nothing except a few sunset shots. Upon returning to the hostel empty handed, Ryan mentioned he knew where the nearest shop was, and offered us a lift in is car. We arrived picked up a few boxes, returned, and cracked into it. Another insane game of ring of fire later, the highlight of which was having the opportunity to slap the person to your left in the face, and we decided to give ladies' night at PJ O'Briens a try. We rocked up, got in, began drinking, and quickly made our way to the dance floor, where we threw down moves like dice in a game of Yahtzee. I was tempted by a Guinness, but the knowledge that it had come as far as I had gave me pause, and I instead sunk myself some of the local lager. We left the club in staggered (read: staggering) groups, and collapsed into bed.
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