Heavey Bay
9/4/00
Monday 11:20 AM
No more bloody dingos. No more log cabin, either. As it turns out, that nice, fully contained cabin I was in a few nights back is not the cheapest room here at the Colonial Log Cabins YHA. Now I’m in the cheap room, Room 17 … in the ghetto. All the way in the back, probably 12-15 beds, co-ed. No one locks the door, either. Now mind you, this is where Stephanie from Madison, WI had her stuff rummaged through. (I met Stephanie waiting for the Fraser bus. She works for a Rivers Unlimited type group and was here for 3 weeks, touring and giving a talk in Sydney about dam removal). So as you can guess, the Pac-Safe is in full operation.
Did laundry today, and did it ever need it. Ran out of everything but shorts. Mailed some postcards home, enjoyed my brekky here at the cafe with the Macarena playing in the background. Interesting. Had some more Australian coffee, much like an espresso. Made one cup at a time, very rich. Either that, or it’s instant. I don’t get it. Crapped my brains out for the third time (was camping, remember?). Oh, the rest of the trip is in the bag. Tomorrow I leave for Rockhampton, stay for 2 nights (train is booked). Then on to Cairns. I’ll be up north for 7 days, then I have a cheap flight to Sydney via Brisbane. Only $175. Plus, the fli …
I was interrupted. A welcomed interruption, however. Another Olympic trip, another Dutch girl! This time I didn’t screw it up, though. Didn’t get their names, but she, the guy with her, and their group are on a two month holiday. They now have me very excited about the whole whale watching trip. Nice folks, those Dutch. Too bad I can’t tell Marc about another Dutch girl (still no email from him. Unbelievable).
Anyhow, where was I? Oh, yes. The flight from Cairns. It doesn’t leave until 4 PM, so I have most of the day to do whatever in Cairns. So the rest of the trip is set. I’ll decide on the train just what I’ll do in Rocky for a day and a half. Probably have a beer or two
Had a beer or four last night. From the looks of my notes, I’d say four or more. I believe I made up for the beer drought on Fraser last night. I also believe I thought I was Bill Bryson as well.
From the vast range of scribblings, including the music group Marcy’s Playground, comments on English teeth, and Mojo, I have managed to fish out an interesting one. Although the actual note is somewhat skewed and over-exaggerated, I think I can clean it up a bit. Put simply, bushwalking on Fraser was a good thing. Since the return, I feel more comfortable, refreshed, and a bit more outgoing. A bit less introverted. I don’t know. Take it for what it’s worth.
Where is that bus, anyway?
KC