After our eventful Greyhound trip, arrived in Noosa to discover courtesy bus from hostel would not be picking us up so had half hour tramp with bags under a burning sun. Arriving at Duke St, you couldn't miss the hostel - it was painted a flamboyant shade of pink, similar to those pink ibuprofen with the sugar coating that taste so good.
Walked the coastline path in the late afternoon, taking in some beautiful beaches and coastal woodland, along with a naked 60 yr old female sunbather and a 70 yr old man taking a piss from a lookout point. Its the little things that make your day...
As it was our last evening together we went out for a real meal. Don't laugh, this was a big deal - we are all utterly sick of our backpacker diet. We dined on panfried red emperor fish with potatoes and a fennel salad. It was sensational. So good that after a mouthful you had to stop because you didn't want it to be over too quickly. We also rediscovered real wine, marvelling at how much nicer it was than goon!
The next morning we waved a sleepy goodbye to Flo, who was off to Byron bay, and sat on the beach for a few hours before meeting friends for a lunch of savoury crepes. One of these guys I know from the Canton in Stockwell (big up, whoop whoop!) and the others we had shared a boat with in the Whitsundays. Was great to catch up, swap stories etc
I am now sitting in Brisbane bus station, alone for the first time in weeks as Harri has left me to spend time with family here. In a couple of hours I will board the night bus to Sydney, getting off at Hawks Nest to reunite with Amanda. So sad that our awesome trip has come to an end, but, as I sit here exhausted and realising that everything I own smells of feet and sunscreen, acknowledging that its probably time to go home!
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