Monday 3rd January 2011
ANOTHER early start cos we had to get the rental car back at 7.30am. We dropped it at the airport – which was deserted at that unGodly hour and grabbed a taxi back to the hostel, Skpyed Frankys’s folks and had a bit more sleep.
When we woke up for the second time of the day at a much more respectable 11.00am the sun was shining brightly and I couldn’t wait to get out in it.
It’s only one month til we’re home now so Franky needed to get to grips with the reality of looking for a job. I left him after breakfast looking at the NHS jobs his Mum had sent him and went out to check out the second hand book shop. I’ve been after a copy of ‘The Marching Powder’ about the San Pedro prison in La Paz
By 1.30pm he’d applied for 2 jobs and we were ready to hit the beach. It wasn’t the most beautiful beach in the world but it was hot and sunny. I mean really, really hot. Even the sea was like getting in a tepid bath – not really much good for cooling off!
Franky decided he couldn’t hack it and went back to the air conditioned comfort of the hostel bunks – I’m made of sterner stuff than that and stayed melting on the beach.
We reconvened at the hostel in time for our Fraser island briefing. There are 14 of us heading to the island to camp for the next 2 days. The briefing was full of danger this and illegal that, I guess since so many people have turned the 4x4’s over it has to be that way, anyway we’re looking forward to it regardless.
We went for some tea at the Irish bar, I had the Irish stew mmmmmmm and Franky had two humongous sausages.
As an added bonus we saw this best mullet since the 1990 world cup!
After that we went back to the hostel to catch up with the blog, Skype one of Franky’s mates and hit the hay. It’s a very busy life to say we’re not doing anything!
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