2.35pm - Room With A View

Trip Start Feb 09, 2009
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Trip End Mar 25, 2009


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Sunday, March 1, 2009

Sunday 1 March, 2.35pm, Soho Motel
 
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.
 
So! Apologies and explanations over with, let's get back to the business of actually updating you on what I'm up to. Well, the rest of my stay in Surfers was very pleasant. Met some nice people, had a paddle in the sea (until I found what looked suspiciously like an irukandji, a tiny jellyfish which apparently suffers from little man syndrome because it's fucking deadly, then wild horses couldn't have dragged me back in the water), and went up the Q1 Tower, the tallest residential-only building in the world. (On a side note, isn't it fun the way they have to qualify these things until they find something that they're the best at? We're not the tallest building in the world, but we're the tallest in the southern hemisphere. I thought that was the Sky Tower in Auckland, which is 6m taller than Q1, but in fact, that was the tallest free-standing structure in the southern hemisphere. There's also a transmitter somewhere in Oz that is over a hundred metres taller than either of these, but unless they are habitable constructs, that is, contain floor panels, they aren't considered buildings or structures, but towers. I just spent a somewhat enjoyable ten minutes researching this, ask me 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 see the peninsula sticking out at Byron Bay, very cool), who serve a variety of very nice mojitos (I got through lychee, strawberry and lemongrass while I was there - I was waiting for sunset to get some good pics, so figured I may as well resurrect my recently neglected Alcoholism & Views series), and there's one room that's sort of airlocked away to save the A/C, and probably, now that I think about it, to stop kids from doing themselves a mischief, where there aren't any windows, just a grill open to the air. The slats in the grill are so small that a mosquito would have more trouble getting in than a person would falling out, which isn't helpful for pictures, but I guess it does cut down on lawsuits in this litigious age. Not to mention the unfortunates below who end up with some idiot splattered across their car.
 
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 was, if only for the comedy value - most of the figures looked nothing like their real life equivalents, and Henry VIII and Winston Churchill were bizarrely svelte, suggesting they mock up one male and one female body unless there's a lot of flesh on display, a la Kylie. (They always have a Kylie. She must be secretly building a wax army - one day the Kyliebots will activate and join up with the mannequins from the Kylie Exhibition, and march on Washington!) They also had a chamber of horrors, which was mainly a bunch of torturing techniques and some waxworks of Hitler, Himmler, Eichmann and Mussolini. The most interesting thing in the whole place, actually, was a wall of photographs and documents recovered from various concentration camps, detailing bits of the Holocaust. Utterly gripping, especially since I was halfway through The Reader at the time and so had WWII on my mind anyway.
 
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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Comments

adatherton
adatherton on

One-liners
One-liners are ok. Hope you're feeling good, noticed your infrequency last few days. xx

loubylou
loubylou on

That Kylie..
Scares me. It may even be worse than the Amsterdam one. Is Henry with Anne? I would assume so but you really cant tell who she is.
I am glad to see your artistic alcoholism collection resume, I was starting to worry you were sober.

I fun lady. I think to truely get the australian experience you may have to actually surf. Have ytou booked a lesson?

dini123
dini123 on

Stay away from jellyfish
I am reading the Reader too, is that spooky or just to be expected.

love mum. x

suzloua
suzloua on

Re: Stay away from jellyfish
Dad - am okay, see reasons above for lack of bloggery. It's all good though. No worries, as our Australian friends would say.

Lubé - Henry is indeed with Mistress Boleyn, but since they're obviously going off portraits, she looks barely human, never mind queenly. I haven't booked a surf lesson - I have been reading too much about the deadly Aussie wildlife and vicious rips, and am shit scared to go in the ocean too deep. I'm not a massively strong swimmer at the best of times, I will clearly fucking drown down here. Do you want me to die? Do you?

Mama - Really? I read it in one day, I really enjoyed it. First book I've ever read about WWII from a German perspective, particularly the second generation - very interesting ideas. I want to see the film now, because I can imagine Kate Winslet knocking it out of the park.

suzloua
suzloua on

By the way...
...does everybody know I uploaded my last three blogs at once? I only have comments for this one :( show the love, people!!

loubylou
loubylou on

reading the reader
This is very strange, I too read the reader whilst in London (as close as I have been recently to being on travels) and also want to see the film.
Suzy, shall we get an Excellent cam upon your return? That way we can pause and discuss.
It was a fab book and I only guessed the ending three pages before it happened, which scored it extra points.

danicoops
danicoops on

less is more...
Personally I am loving the lack of blogs! Not that I don't love reading your lickle stories but at least this time I am keeping up to speed! I must admit I still haven't read about 3 of your NZ blogs still HA! Maybe I should be doing that... Hope you are having a fab time treacle and not getting too bored of the sunshine and beaches (snore) we are all good this end and Logan is eating food now (pureed fruit and veggies) and can now produce a real turd... I'm a very proud mother!!! Kisses x

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