Pronounced Ma-Roo-Chee-Door

Trip Start Aug 04, 2011
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Trip End Jan 04, 2012


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Sunday, October 23, 2011

 For all you nature lovers out there I will start by adding a couple of pictures of Toads taken by Kate on our last night in Hervey Bay. I am sure it will keep you enthralled to the last. Please enjoy. For the rest of you not overly keen on toad related matters I'll try and keep you in the loop with what occured on the day following our last night in Hervey.

Most importantly I finished the book I was reading. It has been hanging around for a while and I have been slipping it into conversation with Kate as bits turn up in the book which freak me out. It's for the best the book is finished as the excerpts I have been slipping into the conversation are beyond publication on this blog and I at times had to whisper them quietly to Kate to explain what had been going on. The book is American Psycho and it is a lot worse than the film and Christian Bale is perfect for the part he was so rightly chosen for. It is a horrific book and I don't really know what is wrong with the writer who penned it, but he should see someone..and quickly. Something light hearted may need to be chosen to follow, I'm thinking Harry Potter.

We checked out of the hostel on time, and boarded the courtesy bus from the YHA to the Greyhound stop at the west of the town. The bus was relatively quiet being a Sunday afternoon and we had just a 5 hr trip down the coast to Maroochydore (we had many discussions on how this would be/was pronounced until the Greyhound man made it clear on approach).

The journey was harmless but for the driver being more than slightly irritating. It's something you don't notice on short journeys, but Greyhound drivers are a little bit like stand up comedians. The first time you hear them speak they are funny. But as you hear the roadshow, and you get to hear every performance on a long journey - you realise theyre set is exactly the same, it's just presented in a slightly different order. This driver was proud of being on time to where he was meant to be (or slightly early as was the case) which led him to repeat the phrase "We have got here a little early because I drive this thing like a racing car" for every single stop.
 
Firstly he didn't drive it like a racing car because it is a massive coach - I am all for a little bit of exaggeration but driving to the speed limit and not above is nothing like driving a racing car. Secondly, racing cars overtake - as there is nothing to overtake in Australia, this is nothing like a racing car. If I was him I would state it as "We're hear a little early because some pillock has calculated all the distances and times for Greyhound travel based on there being traffic on the roads and because we are in Australia, well,.. there isn't".
One driver a week ago apologised for the traffic we were experiencing due to road repairs. He said "bad news guys and girls, we'll be here for a while - this delay is gonna be pretty bad" He even backed it up post queue. We were queuing for maybe 6-7 minutes. These people don't know traffic - they are spoilt.
The Greyhound drivers do see themselves as little comedians. As do many Australians. Just a bunch of funny guys. Very little is taken seriously here.

At the lunchstop which would last a grisly 45 minutes because our driver had got there early (as he had been driving the coach like a race car), me and Kate had a teency argument about our behaviours. I won't go into details but essentially I decided that because the cafe didnt have gravy to go with pie and chips I didn't want to eat anything else (it was all a lot more expensive), and because I stated I didn't want anything else I ended up getting my wallet thrown at me. It's a little more complicated than that but it covers most of the physical details. Me and Kate sat apart not speaking for the remainder (35 minutes) of the lunch stop and then continued with a blissful 2 hours of silence on the coach. I enjoyed most of the film on show and was only dissapointed when we arrived at Maroochydore early - the driver had been going at it like a racing car apparently. 

On arrival at the town of Maroochydore we were expecting a courtesy pick up but there was nothing there for us. I had a look around and found an information centre. Inside was a lovely couple volunteering to help out, the husband of which was a old gentleman named Iain from Scotland (he had lived in Maroochydore for a good few decades). The wife of Iain phoned the YHA for us who said they could pick us up in 45 minutes and we were sorted. All that was left was 45 minutes of talking with Iain in which he showed me a map of the town, gave me several bus timetables, showed me where he lived on the map, explained to me and Kate how he met his wife, explained how the vicar at his church shares a similar but different family name to his wife, talked briefly about the Adelie penguins and seals of Antarctica (which I did take a slight interest in) and spoke very highly of living on the sunshine coast. He was a nice man and the conversation was very random. At least it gave me and Kate someone to talk to as we weren't talking to each other at the time.

Once picked up by a nice Californian lady working for the hostel we settled into our room. I broke the deadlock and within minutes everything was fine again. Talk returned to the important things. Dinner.
The hostel had a bit of a community feel to it as if everyone there had been there for a while. They all seemed to know each other. Even though there was a free barbecue planned for the evening it seemed a little turning up to a party uninvited. We decided on going for a walk and getting fish and chips.

Maroochydore is a lovely little town on the sunshine coast with a clear river flowing into a surf beach. Showing signs of the beginning of the Gold coast (with high rises here and there like Benidorm) it's a relatively sleepy town. We found our fish and chip shop, bought a couple of bottles of wine and borrowed a DVD from the hostel - Starship Troopers. Kate fell asleep after making it an impressive 1hr45 minutes into the film. I started reading a book I have read quite recently at home and have started picking my way through again, I think it's one of the best books ever written but I'm interested in it so I would say that. I read a chapter of "The Worst Journey in the World" and once again contemplated Harry Potter as it is a little lighter reading.
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