What to do when it's raining in paradise...

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Saturday, January 21, 2006

When I was little I loved bunkbeds! Whenever we stayed at a place that had them I would fight with Luke to get the top, usually winning since I was oldest and Luke had a tendancy to roll out of bed in the middle of the night. It was so much fun back then, sleeping so high, and feeling so cool. Now, when I enter a room full of the once so loved bunkbeds, I sigh and look for a bottom bed, preferably one that doesn't squeak when you move. After being in Australia for almost four months and traveling through different hostels for a month of that, I can now look at a bed and know if I will be getting a good night's rest or will be hobbling around the next day because my back is so sore. I am now staying at the Bohemia Resort, where they advertise that there are NO BUNKBEDS!!! Finally, I thought, as I opened the door to my hostel room, I won't feel every movement of the person sleeping above or below me, I will not be afraid to move because of a squeaky frame, and my poor back will have a break! And then I saw them. My bed is indeed not a bunkbed, and there are only three other people in the room with me, which is a relief in itself, and there is a sink and fridge in the room - a luxury at this point - but then I saw my bed. When I lay on the three inch thick foam mattress, the sides come up on either side forming a cradle-like thing. When I get up, the indent of my body and those of the hundreds of people who had slept there before me is still there. Well, at least it isn't a bunkbed. It is important to look on the bright side of things as you travel. I have had a flu or massive cold for over a week now and have had to cancel my dive certification, which was really disappointing. But now, the two days that I would have been out on the boat, it has been raining non-stop, which definitely wouldn't have been fun. So I'll just get certified in Thailand where it's cheaper and it won't be raining. Things tend to work out. And anyway, the six days of laying around in Cairnes have been a really good time for reflection. For though the last week has been pretty yucky because I've been sick and by myself moving from hostel to hostel, it really has all been worth it. Laying in bed and taking the time to look back over the past couple of months, I've really begun to cherish the little things, the moments, that are so unique to those living on the road. Sailing on the Whitsundays and talking with a Swedish girl and a Dutch girl, we realized that we had all grown up with Pippi Longstocking and each sang the theme song in our different languages. In Airlie Beach I watched the sunrise with a guy named Scott who was actually from Scotland. On Magnetic Island, before I got really sick, I spent an evening drinking wine and trading stories with a gay cowboy from Canada. I don't even know what his name was. On Fraser, despite the cold and the fear of dingoes, I did in fact see my shooting star laying out on that tarp. In Brisbane I read books on Thailand while swinging in the hammock while trains went by and the smell of beer was in the air. Seeing my first kangaroo in the wild, hopping beside the car in the dusk at Kenya. Learning to shoot a gun, though not at anything living. Going topless for the first time on a deserted beach on Straddie...and getting sunburned! Sitting with friends, competely stuffed on the Gordon St porch after Thanksgiving. Getting a whole hostel room to myself in Mission Beach. Reading great books at the perfect times in perfect places. I've met so many random people and had so many random experiences. They will always remain with me, popping up at random times to make me smile, thinking back. I leave Australia in less then a week now, and I'm ready to go on to the next phase of my adventure, but it's been fabulous. An unforgettable string of moments, each priceless...
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dadofdivaboots
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Great times, great memories
Lacey
Wonderful sentiments expressed this time...It is nice to reflect on things as you get ready for your next chapter. See you in a week in the Muddy Confluence (Kuala Lumpur)
Love
Dad

bootsmom
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Love the pix!
Just looked at all your pictures...fabulous! Dad found his 32-year-old sarong last night so is ready to meet you in KL. Travel towel, dayquil, phone charger on the way w/Dad. Love you!

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