2.35pm - Room With A View
Trip Start Feb 09, 2009
19Trip End Mar 25, 2009
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First of all, let me apologise for the infrequency of the blogging of late. The reasons for this are threefold (as all reasons should be):
Uno) Lack of motivation. Australia is nice. It's very nice, in fact. It is officially good here. But New Zealand was great. New Zealand was spectacular. New Zealand had the words flooding out of me at a rate of knots, because every day was inspiring. Here... well, they have an awful lot of beaches, I can tell you that much. Erm... what else... koalas? Lots of koalas. And... er...
Due) Lack of information. This kind of ties in to the first one; when you're not really doing anything interesting, you're not really writing anything interesting. And rather than write boring drivel, I choose to write nothing. Of course, one could argue that the onus is on me to spark up even the boring stories, either by seeking out funny situations, attempting to make light of the ones I find myself in naturally, or outright inventing them. This blog is partly for my memories, but it's also to keep me mentally in shape for writing for when I come home, so that I can hopefully find another journalism job. Thus balancing information and entertainment is part of the author's responsibility to their readers, and my responsibility to you lot. But I'm not interested in making things up, and small random things that I find amusing (like, say, there's a town near Nimbin called Casino, and for hours I thought the signs were pointing to an actual casino) are hard to weave into a cohesive tale of my day (nobody wants this blog to turn into the web equivalent of a Jimmy Carr gig - two hours of one liners). If I were a more talented writer, I could make even the mundane amusing, but I'm not. Give me time. I'll get better.
Tre) Lack of access. This doesn't explain why there are fewer blogs, but it does explain why they're not being uploaded as regularly. I'm still writing them and saving them, but if I can't get wireless access, they're all stored on my own PC, so while I can check my email/Facebook, I can't upload anything.
The views from the Q1, which is short for Queensland Number One, fact fans, are utterly spectacular. I'd love to see the apartments. The lift goes up 77 floors in 43 seconds, and your ears begin to pop about halfway up. Unfortunately, unlike the Sky Tower lift, the lift to the observation deck is located in the interior of the building, so you can't look out of the window as you're going up. Shame, because I bet it'd be scary but brilliant. There's a sky bar on 77 with panoramic views over Surfers and most of the Gold Coast (you can
Another fun thing I visited was the Wax Museum. I'm a sucker for a waxworks place, I dragged Cookie around Tussaud's in Amsterdam just to see what they had (a couple of cast-offs from London and, apart from a startlingly realistic Jack Sparrow and equally impressive Christina Aguilera, not much else - see the pics on Facebook for the hilariously inaccurate Robbie Williams) so I was hoping this would at least be worth a look. Which in its own way it
So I left Surfers this morning and made my way up the coast and inland a little to Brisbane, the capital of Queensland. It's the third biggest city in Oz after Sydney and Melbourne, and which I don't think I'll be able to do it justice in the four days I'm spending here, I will certainly try and see as much as possible (when I'm not viciously abandoning it to go on rollercoasters, that is). Geographically if not chronologically, Brisbane marks the halfway point of my trip - I'll be taking a more leisurely route up the Queensland coast so I can visit Fraser Island and obviously check out the reef. It seems nice here, but I have only arrived and checked in so far, so I will give you more of a judgement of the city centre tomorrow after I've had a wander round tonight. In the meantime, let me leave you with some one liners from the last few days:
· A drunken Swiss girl took umbrage with the fact that I liked Surfers better than Byron. Then she started crying.
· I overheard a conversation between two guys in the hostel yesterday. One said he wasn't going out that night because he didn't fancy drinking. The other, with a confused look on his face, then said with a slight German accent, "But aren't you English?"
· Men driving around in Surfers will beep and wolf whistle at any female walking past. Any female at all. I saw three guys waving at this chick who looked about fifty.
· A lad from London was making fun of Karina the Norwegian for sitting on the pool table because she was scared of a cricket hopping around on the floor. He then got up a few minutes later and walked past us, whereupon the cricket jumped in his path and he did such an exaggeratedly huge jump over it I thought he was taking the piss at first. Then he started freaking out, and I laughed. I caught up with him again later and mocked him some more when he started trying to do a Mancunian accent.
· There's a massive vehicle that drives around Surfers that looks like that digging thing from Thunderbirds, the one that wasn't an official Thunderbird, it was just kept in 2 from time to time. I believe it's some sort of tour. I never confirmed that, though, I would just see it randomly drive past from time to time. Hella intriguing.
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