Sunday, May 29th
11am
[We didn't check out the other hostel. You might be able to guess where this is going and you're probably right, but it isn't a straight and narrow road. Love makes you blind, and we were in love.. with the sun.]
(Lounging at the beach near MacKay airport, waiting for our Greyhound to take us to Airlie)
-Mm the sun feels great!
-Why don't we just stay here Tuesday night?
3pm
(Still at the beach)
-It's getting a little windy. Maybe Tuesday night here isn't a great idea.
-It's less windy on the grass behind the beach. We could be total hobos and camp out there [again, sarcasm]. There's even picnic tables!
Monday, May 30th
-So what's the plan for tomorrow night?
-Nah, don't worry about it, we'll figure something out when we get there.
A place to stay overnight sounds so insignificant when you have a heaping ice cream cone in your face.
Tuesday, May 31st
6pm
(Getting off the Greyhound from Airlie back to MacKay, where our flight leaves the next morning)
-Let's look around for a hostel or a hotel or something for tonight.
-"Sorry, no vacancy."
-"Sorry, no vacancy."
-"Sorry, no vacancy."
-"We have a few rooms available for $157/night."
-Creep #1: "Hey girls, are you looking for the backpackers'?"
-Yes.
-"It's down that street, it's called Geckos."
-We already tried there, it's full.
-"Well, I have a four bedroom house.."
-Goodbye.
6:30pm
-The other hostel without a phone should be on this street.
-You mean this dark, sketchy one with no lights? Let's go!
-It's this house. (Has no sign and looks like a brothel.)
-Um.. What's Plan C?
That's as close as I was willing to get to the "hostel."
::to be continued, in pt 3::
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