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Our bus was about an hour late arriving in Surfers and we had a change at Brisbane. By the time we got to Brisbane the bus was ready to go. We hadnt eaten since breakfast and it was now 2. We were sceduled to have a lunch stop here, but the connecting bus driver said we had time for a pee but no food, not allowed food on bus either. We would be on the bus till gone 5!! was this man nuts??? It wasnt our fault the bus was late. Nor was it our fault that this guy was an utter twat. So i cussed and swore under my breath and moaned very loudly about the situation. So i went to the loo and on the wasy bought food. And i thought i will get it on the bus and eat it and that guy and shove it if he doesnt like it. So i did. The food was good, but i got look form other people on the bus and i thought i couldnt care less. I am hungry and i will not starve. I was also a bit smug. So there. If people will make stupid rules they will be broken.
Our hostel in Noosa turned out to be lovely. It was a big old wooden house with verandas everwhere, perched on the hill. We headed down o the beach and took a look across the bay. Then we went in search of shops of food for tea inland. We came across a lovely little cake shop so obviously had one of those and i had some raspberry old-school soda. Naughtybut nice. By the time we got back we were sweating buckets and it was tea time. We had bangers, mash, peas and gravy and washed it down with beer. Yum.
Going it alone
The next morn we hired some boards from the hostel. We mooched down to the beach and over to the left where all the surf schools go. By the time we got there we had scorched feet and were dying to get in. Once in the waves kept coming and coming and were really rough. We had bigg issues with the surf. It kept draaing us over to the left, and it was impossible to catch the waves. I just couldnt get a wave, then couldnt keep ballanced, then the board would tip fowards, then it would stop. I was getting pretty aggro, but decided i wouldnt go in untill i had got a wave. Emma had prob too and just couldnt get going. We decide it was quite rough for us, the boards were a lot shorter, and harder and generaly crap to ride than the long ones. And i think we need few more lessons. Some surf instructor took pity on me and helped me get a wave and that was good. He said ' its all up here' pointing to his head. He is right i think. After that i got a bit better but still couldnt find the right place on the board. When me and em swapped boards she said mine was tricky. Anyway we eventually decided to get out and lug our stuff back up to the hostel. There we found out it was nearly 2! we had been out for about three hours. As a result of this, regardless og the block and cream we had smothered on previously, we both had crusty constantly peeling noses for about a week. And emma was bright red in general - for a chnage (not). So kids, if you are out in the sun wear plenty of sunscreen, and reapply it every two hours. We stuch to this rule and as a saftey net, walked around with hats and coloured sunblock. If you refer to the photos you can see we both look like planks; Emma American Tourist, and me generally daggy.
That afternoon we whiled away the hours trying to keep up with these journals (but to no avail as now back in nz). In the eve we took a mooch down by the beach front and discovered a whole hub of georgeous shops, resturants and cafes, right on our doorstep! Typical. We stayed to tour budget and ended up at the ledgendary 'Hogs Breath Cafe' where we both had gourmet chicken burgers, and i had real ale that was ginger flavoured. Delish!! Looking at the menu we noticed that you couldnt order any hog/pig at all, but the fries were aptly named hogs tails. For desert we ahd a choc mud cake and all the trimmings. We didnt feel sick for a change which was nice. We the headed back to pack and have yet another early night. I think these early nights actually turn out to be round 11 or 12 by the time we ahve finished faffing.
The next moring we took a walk past the right had side of the beach, through the forest and into the national park. Ther was could see how green it was and the beach looked much prettier for here. When you first arrive somewhere you think it looks athe same as everywhere elce generally. The towns dont have much history and most buildings are modern, so it is the landscape and nature that make each place special. We walked past coves and beaches where the sea was so clear. The Boiling Pot was right out on the end of the bay and consisted of a wave cut platform, which was so called due to the waves going up and down like boiling water. After a paddle in the sea it was time to venture back for our midday bus.
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