Remember that time Harry Styles got shoved into his birthday cake? I wanted to do it so badly and it seemed like a nice way to greet out now-totally-legal John. So Happy Birthday ya nerd!
And happy 413 to all my Homestuck followers! This could just as well be our last 413 before it all ends so let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young
Time for another update, eh?
I was picked up by Simon the very much sarcastic tour guide the next morning after posting my last update. The new tour group was: A Taiwaneese couple, a German Couple, three other German people, one of them Mattias from my Alice springs to Adelaid tour, a Swiss guy named Lars and an Americal girl.
All in all not a very large group.
I ended up sitting at the very front, chatting with Simon, and.. I don’t really know how it started, but for some reason we started pretending like I was some murderous psychopath.
He was also very upset about all the things I am allergic to
most of those three days were spent with me and Simon throwing incredibly witty and clever sarcasm at each other.
Not very much else to mention (this probably means I’ll be rambling for hours). We did some hiking. We saw some waterfalls. Everyone else were AHMAZED at the waterfalls while I was more Meh :|
This Swiss guy, Lars, had a Sony reflex camera and we got to talking about photography and it ended up with him always asking me to take his pictures whenever he needed selfies. We also discussed Marvel and DC comics and their respective movies as well as other movies. He was pretty nice but after a while he became a tiny bit too nice so the last day I kept more distance.
Instead of sleeping in swags, we slept in nice hostels with good beds and … well I slept very well.
I told Simon about my theory about it raning wherever I go ever. He disagreed for one hour, while the sun was still shining, and then he blamed me for the remaning tour as it was raining almost non stop. It is a theory I’ve been working with ever since I was told there was a drought in Norway after I left which I guess would be the logical reaction to unnatural downfall for years and years without stop, before the clima finally goes back to normal.
This would explain why wherever I’ve gone in Australia, it’s been raining.
It can’t rain 24/7 though, so I’ve had SOME sun here and there, but otherwise I’ve had more rain than sun.
We saw the 12 apostles and the other rocks they decided to ignore when naming them.
We drove along a stretch of road heavily populated by koalas so we played “spot the koala” four half an hour, then stopped somewhere and went off to find them on foot. We saw quite a few.
On that same place there was this parrot feeding thing. That was my favorite. The parrots were wild but so used to being hand fed by humans they would just sit on your head and wait for you to bring on the food. There were king parrots and scarlet…something parrots. Simon had parrot food which he shared around and I spent most of the time just… with parrots. Crawling all over me.
I didn’t realize until the last like 10 minutes that Simon had been putting food in my hair now and then, which explained by there were like always three parrots in my hair.
the last place we stopped to eat lunch there were these HUGE white cockatoos. They were also awfully used to human contact and I hand fed them like half of my ham burger bun before Simon remembered to tell us not to feed the cockatoos.
Because cockatoos have awfully powerful beaks. If kids try to feed them they might run off with a finger.
After three days of too much cynical sarcasm and morbid jokes we arrived in Melbourne and I was dropped off at my hostel.
That night I woke up every hour because three of the guys I was sharing a room with snored louder than a thunder storm.
So my flight was at 8:45, so I got up at 5am, checked out, carried my luggage over to the station, got the shuttle bus to the airport, waited for the check in to open, failed at checking in, wondered what went wrong, was told that I was at the WRONG AIRPORT, and that I was FIFTEEN HOURS EARLY, checking my booking again and confirming that I was indeed booked in for a flight at 8:45 PM not AM even though as far as flights and planes go they usually go by the 24 hour millitary clock to AVOID THIS SORT OF CONFUSION, was told that there was no direkt bus from one airport to the other, was told to go here and then there and then back again, and none of the people working there having any clue how to get to the other airport, taking the shuttle back to the city, being told I had to wait three or seven hours for the next busses out to the other airport, being told that the best idea would be to sit in a cafe with wifi while waiting, but the cafe I was recommended didn’t have wifi, then I was directed to starbucks which only had 30 minutes of wifi then trying to find any other cafe and ending up at burger king but the wifi there didn’t even work
So I ended up rage quitting and going back to the hostel, waiting there for the next 10 hours and then taking the bus to the other airport an hour before the flight and… well the rest went smoothly from there on.
But I certainly know now that I do not like Melbourne.
Back in Sydney now, staying at West End backpackers.
not doing anything special these last four or five days, just hanging out, exploring the safe parts of the city, going to the sunday market and all that.
I met this german girl who’s going back home on the same day as I am. She’s been here for ten months and has certainly had a more intense experience than I have. Oh the stories she told. Basically she spent a few months with no money at all, sleeping in a tent along the road, in a sleeping bag she FOUND. She did farm work somewhere, but they never payed her, then they just drove her out in the middle of nowhere and she spent six days getting back to civilization. Then the police told her it wasn’t their problem.
It’s interesting and frustrating how, despite how dependent the Australian Echonomy is on backpackers, they still treat us like… well, like shit, really.
It’s gonna be really good to go back home.