Airlie Beach

Trip Start Jun 05, 2008
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Trip End Jun 14, 2009


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Flag of Australia  , Queensland,
Friday, July 4, 2008

We woke up all resfreshed and ready to go to Airlie Beach. It's blinking raining!! What? Well, when I say raining, I mean maybe 5 drops of water fell from the sky. It cleared up 2 drops laterl!  We had to check out of our room by 10am. We headed straight the airport by taxi to catch our short flight that was departing at 12.50pm.
 
The staff at Brisbane Airport were very friendly, even going through Security was a doddle. Normally when I go through Security the suspicious glare makes me feel guilty for carrying asprin! Anyhoo,1 hour 40 minutes of flying past the stunning views of the 74 Whitsunday Islands, we arrived safely at the gorgeous Airlie Beach.  The Airport was something else! Tiny isn't the word!!  Smaller than Swansea Airport (If you're not from Swansea and you're reading this blog, yes we do have an Airport!).  We stepped off the plane, walked past a crowd of people who were sat outdoors on the floor (mixture of grass and sand) in a fenced in area, similar to a school playground, without any brats, outdoor toys or nasty Yard Supervisor. They were passengers waiting to depart. As soon as we were off the plane, they boarded the same plane, 2 minutes later! all of them!  As we walked into the main entrance of the Airport, we saw a sign at the opposite side of the room to claim our baggage. (The building was smaller than any of your living rooms!)  The sign directed us back outside. We were pretty much the first stepping off the plane, so everyone was following us. No pressure! We scratched our heads in pure confusion whilst looking around for another buidling or shed with a conveyer belt for the luggage. It doesn't exist. We walked down the side of the building to another outdoor seating area just by the runway. We sat there hoping someone would take over and direct the way, but nobody volunteered and they looked as lost and confused as we did. With that, a little buggy pulling about 6 connecting trolley's of luggage, came from the run way and parked up next to us. This is their conveyer belt!!
 
We were dropped off to our new digs by Airport Shuttle. Magnums Backpackers! The hostel is set in a gorgeous tropical environment with windy walkways, tropical plants, trees, flowers and scary insect noises. Scattered around the trees and picnic benches, are wooden huts, our bedrooms. They come in different shapes and sizes depending on how many beds they hold. We were very disappointed with our room. It was located in an area that never sees daylight and when you enter the room, there was a pungent waft of cats pee! I'm sure there are no cats here (I hope!), so that can't be what we were smelling but it's vile whatever it is.
 
Convienently there is a Chippy directly opposite Magnums and we were starving by now. Desperate to get out of the room, we got ourselves a take-away and walked a further 2 minutes to the Man-Made Beach, to scoff as much of the massive portions they'd given us as possible.  If  Phill doesn't see a wave soon he's gonna flip!!  He's been to loads of beaches, bless him but there's not a sniff of surf in these areas and signs clearly stating the dangers of swimming in the sea! As soon as the crocodile warnings stop, new jellyfish one's arise! He needs to go to Byron Bay, Surfers Paradise or Manly, but we've moved here for work!!  Speaking of which, it's was too late to phone our contact "Owen from Bowen" for work today. We hope he's a devoted businessman and works on a Saturday! Some how I doubt it!
 
We decided to have a couple of drinks in the Hostel Bar this evening. The live entertainment was up to it's usual Australian standards. A double act called "Felicity and Steve".  A mid-age, dark long haired, hippy, swaying her hair around in beat to the maracas, singing really bad songs. An un-impressive bearded guitarist (my 8 year old Nephew Jacob, can play the guitar better!) and not forgetting the "Special Guest", a 12year old playing the Pink Panther theme song on the didgeredoo! Maybe there's a business opportunity in Australia! With my talents, my beautiful voice and my angelic looks, maybe I could become the biggest, most successful big pub/club entertainer they've ever had!  Maybe I'll become famous? Maybe I'll be the next Kylie!! Watch this space!!
 
Love you dudes xxx Goodnight! xxxx
 
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