A Grand Day Out: Mardi Gras 03/03/2012

Sydney is up there with San Francisco, as being one of the gay capitals of the world. I had no idea. I’ve been holed away up in the Northern Beaches with all the high and mighties. Perhaps this will provide the culture boost I’ve been craving.

I knew people at the hostel were heading out for the parade but I had already been invited by my friend Emma to witness it with her friends. I jumped at the chance to see her as it felt like it had been a while. I would have invited my roommates but they didn’t fancy it. It’s one of a few topics for which they have controversial opinions on. The conversation I had with them when I told them I was going is up there with the ones we’ve had on breast feeding, God (and religion in general) and travelling. We do have a lot of time on our hands so it’s not surprising that we have divisive debates about topics.

They’re not homophobic but feel that Mardi Gras stereotypes gays which they are against. I didn’t let it hold me back from what I wanted to do. I couldn’t wait to see a new side of Sydney.

I didn’t wear fancy dress or don crazy face paint. I just wore something casual and practical as the forecast was rain. I got the bus to the Town Hall (in the city) and met Emma and her boyfriend Matt outside Woolworths. The plan was to get some goodies and have a little picnic. We wanted to ensure we got a decent viewing spot.

As I stood and waited for Emma and Matt, I saw the occasional person walk by with loud outfits on, but I couldn’t tell if that was their sense of style or if it was for the Mardi Gras! Just like Australia Day, I saw photos of what to expect. It was like S&M meets Barbie. I was so excited! I’ve only seen the “cool” side of Australia, where everyone has to look great at all times and for that to look effortless. Again, I wanted to see some madness!

We loaded up on goodies and made our way to a bar to meet Emma and Matt’s friends. Although the streets were busy with people, we could still see spaces for us to sidle into and watch the parade. I’m glad we came in early as I’d hate to be stuck at the back and not being able to see anything. It’s just like at a concert where you pray the people in front aren’t basketball players or sporting a fro (I’ve had that already!).

As we walked down, many of the shops had special displays to represent their support for the Mardi Gras. Rainbow coloured mannequins, rainbow coloured clothing and accessories, rainbow coloured lighting – anything was used to draw attention to their display. A lot of places were selling tat to tourists but everyone was lapping it up. Miniature rainbow flags, rainbow teddies, angel wings, glow sticks…anything and everything, it was here, it was queer and ready to be sold! 

I saved my pennies and walked past the lot.  We met Emma and Matt’s friends and debated whether to watch the parade inside or out on the street. Thankfully Emma and a couple of others were adamant, come rain or shine, we’d be on the street watching the show rather than on a large screen in a crowded bar.

We had a little time to kill before we had to make a move so we stayed for a drink. It was funny playing spot-the-hetro. I looked around and there were leather-clad men to the left of me and random guys wearing lederhosen to the right of me. The latter was a popular choice with men this year. There weren’t too many women in this bar. I laughed as some of Emma’s mates flinched when they saw a couple of guys snogging. I’m not really used to seeing outward displays of affection in that sense either but it’s not something that fazes me.

I had a look round and it seemed that only Matt, Emma and I had bothered to buy goodies. I don’t think the message quite got around that we were going to have a picnic. Oh well, more for us then!

Time marched on and the moment came for us to take our place outside. We only walked a few footsteps across and found the perfect-ish place. There were a couple of people in front of us but it was only a family and we could still see a little bit over the top of them. There were rumours that this was the spot where Kylie would stop and possibly perform a song so, if anything, this was the best place to be. 

The weather was slowly deteriorating but I was hoping it would clear up later…

It didn’t. The rain continued throughout the parade which was an arse. We waited what felt like a lifetime for the parade to start. Emma said it would start at 7pm but things didn’t kick off until 7:45pm. It wasn’t too bad as Emma’s friend found a place that sold crates for $5 each so at least we had a seat.

When the time was right, we stood on our crates and towered over everyone. A-ha! The guys in front also had a parasol-sized umbrella which sort of covered me. It also bashed me in the head on a few occasions but it was better than nothing. I had a waterproof on but, after a few hours of continuous rain, it wouldn’t hold out completely.

A few salsa dancers strutted by. Everyone around me kept banging on about the dykesvis jackets started creating an alternate route with new barriers. We thought we were right at the front and that the acts would be passing right by us but instead, they would pass by around 10 metres in front of us instead which was a bit pants.

The dykes on bikes eventually came and our sight wasn’t impaired too much by the distance. Everyone around me screamed and yelled at them. The atmosphere in the crowds was incredibly uplifting. Everyone was happy and singing along to the music as each float passed. It was pouring with rain but, as every bored cliched reporter would write, it didn't dampen our spirits.

Daring costumes are a must.

The parade was slow-moving to begin with. It was surprising how tiring it was, balancing on a crate and dodging the ends of an umbrella. The lull in the parade was supplemented by the random run-ins within the crowd. People from our group knew people that happened to walk by. Cue hugs, air kisses, the lot. Soon, Matt joined us and came bearing gifts.

 

These little guys were handed out at the bar we were in earlier.

Soon enough, the parade was in full swing and I loved it! The street came alive with colour and jumping music.

Even Google got in on the act.

I was gutted that I didn’t manage to take any closer photos of the floats and groups that passed by. It wasn’t just the parade that my eyes were drawn to. Behind us was a group of drunks who were messing around with a plastic knife. I saw one drag queen dressed in skin-tight PVC with the tiniest of waists. Accompanying her on a leash was a smaller guy with blonde spikey hair and PVC hot pants. Nothing else. Just the hot pants. There was another guy wearing an outfit just made out of large polystyrene balls. Many dared to wear Lady Gaga inspired heeless platform wedges. Mardi Gras was certainly a feast for the eyes!

Speaking of, I saw a lot more than I bargained for when I went back to the bar I was in earlier. Emma's friend - also called Danielle - and I needed the toilet so we went to use the ones in the bar. The queue for the ladies was quite long but there was no queue for the mens. One guy signalled us over and told us to use the mens - "It's Mardi Gras. We're all equal today." I was pretty desperate so ducked in the mens toilets. The place was empty. The place stank so I wasn't wanting to hang about. I didn't realise that after I went inside, a few guys came in to use the urinals. All I kept hearing was, "I'm too nervous. I can't go." When I came out, I was greeted by blushing cheeks...and two bare arses. Ha!

As the parade wore on, more and more people collected behind me and edged forward to find a better view. As it was raining, everyone had umbrellas up which obviously impinged certain people’s views. Someone was stood on part of my crate and I ended up crouched and huddled, fighting to see the parade. 

By this point, I have to admit that I did grow a little bored. The rain didn’t affect the crowd but the participants in the parade looked a little subdued. Some danced whilst others just walked with an umbrella in one hand and a placard in another. I’m not sure if it’s like this every year, but this parade was very politically motivated. I thought it was a celebration but it looked like a fight to gain equal rights in Australia. Gay marriage is not recognised in Australia. Many groups held banners and placards with different slogans but the same message. It felt more like a protest march than a parade.

As if the guardians of fate had been listening in on my thoughts, we had to leave. Emma wasn’t feeling well at all. After throwing up on a guy’s shoe and collapsing, it was time to go. I’m not sure what made Emma feel so ill. Earlier we helped a girl who had collapsed and looked dehydrated. It must be a popular occurrence at the Mardi Gras!

We went to another bar in the city and sat down for a little bit. It was getting late and I knew I had an early start the next day. Emma and Matt got up to leave and I followed them. We got in a taxi which dropped me off near the bus stop which was handy.

I got back to the hostel in good time. I was expecting more from the parade but I still had a fantastic time. I actually saw a side of Australia I liked that day.

Keeping Things Simple

I’ve been out for quite a few meals over the growing months I’ve spent in Sydney. There was one particular experience that stood out from the rest. Stella Blu (Dee Why, Northern Beaches) may have the best cake I’ve seen and tasted so far in Sydney, but there’s only one place you can go for meat…

R and R indeed!

What you see is what you get. You want ribs, you want rump, you want them at the same time, then Ribs and Rumps is the place to be.

Mel and Steff went here on Valentine’s Day. They wanted to go somewhere good but not lah-de-dah. Restaurants usually go all out for Valentine’s Day in a bid to make loadsa money. Ribs and Rumps, on the other hand, made no effort to follow everyone else and stuck to their usual menu.

My roommates raved about this place and said it was the best food they’ve ever had. Mel in particular can be quite fussy with her food so I was surprised. Steff apparently made sex noises and actually claimed that the food was better than sex, to Mel’s annoyance. It sounded too good to be true and I wanted to find out what all the fuss was about.

We all got dressed up and took the bus across to Manly. We got slightly sidetracked by the beautiful skyline.

Such a nice night.

Ribs and Rumps is a place that gets pretty busy so I made a reservation. I requested a window seat which we happily received but the weather was a bit murky.

We ordered drinks and I scoped the menu. I needn’t had rushed as the drinks took a lifetime to arrive. Since I’ve been waitressing, I tend to notice a lot more discrepancies in the service I receive in restaurants. I usually think, “If I’d have done that, a customer would definitely have complained to me.” Not that it takes much for some customers to complain. I guess it’s like the analogy where doctors make the worst patients. I think waitresses can make the worst customers in a restaurant. With time to kill, we took some photos. 

Don't my roommates scrub up well?

Mel's imitation of Steff's grumpy demeanour when it comes to having his photo taken.

It wasn’t me that ended up kicking off though. I ordered the lamb and pork ribs, for Mel beef and pork and for Steff lamb and beef. We each ordered the combo which meant we also got a rump steak and chips with it. My stomach was running on empty so I was ready to dig in.

I attached my bib in preparation. Bring. It. Ooooon!

When the food arrived I was quite surprised that it was served on a wooden board. As the portions were understandably huge, I would have thought the meat would come on a sizzler plate like fajitas do. My chips were cold, which was a shame. but I was so hungry that I just started eating. My meat went the same way soon enough but, again, I just kept eating in a bid to alleviate my hunger. I had no standards!

I'm ready to chow down!

Mel didn’t like the peppercorn sauce and asked for another. Steff’s lamb ribs were so fatty it made them inedible and Mel’s beef smelt and tasted weird. They weren’t enjoying their feast either and their disappointment was clear to see. It was no Valentine’s Day sex session!

We felt incredibly awkward but Mel felt the need to say something as they couldn’t eat half their meal. In the end, the manager knocked one of the meals off as both Steff and Mel left half of their food. I completely demolished mine and couldn't really tell if anything was wrong, that's how hungry I was. I couldn’t exactly complain.

There was no way of avoiding the mess. There were no wet wipes like KFC, nor was there a dipping bowl. I had to wash my hands in the ladies which was a bit awkward!

It was deflating that Mel and Steff didn’t enjoy their meals. It tainted the evening. We ended up skipping dessert and headed out. We still left a tip though as the manager was really understanding.

Mel and Steff had a craving for cider so we went to the nearest liquor store to see if they had what we wanted. There’s a Swedish cider that Mel and Steff adore, Rekorderlig. Despite their doubts, the store actually stocked the flavour they wanted - Winter Time. As it’s so popular, they rarely find a place with their favourite type. There was an offer on so I chipped in and got myself two bottles. I was looking forward to drinking these later.

As we waited for a bus, the sky grew angrier by the minute. I saw a few flashes of light but hoped that it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. Suddenly a bolt of lightening struck just behind a block of flats in front of me. I’ve never seen lightening like that at such a close range. I papped myself!

Before it came to the point where I would be cowering in the corner, a bus came. Moments into our journey, it bucketed it down. With rain like that, it didn’t take long for streams of water to build up in the streets. The bus couldn’t cope and water started gushing in from the sides. 

As we headed closer to where we were staying, everything outside turned from dimly lit to pitch black. I had no idea where we were and couldn’t understand why everything was so dark outside. It suddenly dawned on me that there had been a power cut. Everything from the traffic lights to shop windows were all cloaked in darkness. It was rather worrying.

The bus driver kindly told us when to get off. We couldn’t see a thing. We each got our phones out to use as a light. I also got my camera out as I needed some form of evidence to show for this craziness. The film from my previous post – Sydney Summer? – shows the madness and eeriness of that evening.

The automatic doors were pinned open so we safely entered the hostel without any dramas. There was some emergency lighting within the hostel which was good. Our rooms had no electricity, nor did the toilets (that was fun!). People in the common room had candles and some used their laptops for light.

One backpacker warned me not to open the balcony door as spiders will come in. He said that, due to the extreme weather, they’ll be looking for better shelter. He said he saw a huntsman in his room earlier. Yikes!

We went back to our room with no intentions of opening the balcony door and sipped our ciders. We bloody needed it! I decided to save my other bottle for another night. We used our laptops for light as well as my head torch. That came in pretty handy during our toilet runs. 

I was beat and needed to get to sleep. Although it was raining the humidity was unbearable. With no fan to cool us down, I lay in bed melting away amongst my sheets.

What a bizarre end to the evening. It’ll be one day I won’t forget in a hurry.

My Best Week In Australia

It’s clear to see that I don’t get out that much (in Sydney that is), but when I do, I have a ruddy good time. Well there just happened to be one particular week where my social hat was not just firmly on, but cocked and accompanied by a trumpet band.

First off the bat was the sublime Laura Marling. I booked a ticket to see this wonder within my first couple of weeks in Sydney. Partly because…well…it’s Laura Marling…at the Opera House. Need I say more? But also because I feared that my financial situation might be worse off closer to the event and I may wimp out. Well I was correct on the financial front and I am definitely glad I booked myself a ticket. It did mean that I would be watching her alone but I came travelling alone so it’s nothing new. Plus, I was looking forward to having a day all to myself.

You might be thinking that a day is a bit extreme seen as the average gig only lasts a couple of hours with an interval, plus an encore if they feel that way inclined. However, it’s all about the build-up. I had to get ready and eat first. Both of these tasks can take an incomprehensible amount of time and I mustn’t rush.

I slept in so I was refreshed when I awoke. I work mornings – 5:30-6:30am wake-ups – so I felt added indulgence from this occurrence. I ate a small breakfast as I knew a hearty meal awaited me in the city. I hung up my outfit and went for a shower. I went to the added effort of straightening my hair. I don’t dress up often so I wanted to go all the way.

I relaxed for a little while as it was too early to go into the city just yet. When the time was right, I applied a touch of make-up, ironed my dress and slipped it on. This was a proud moment. I managed to bag a bargain dress in the brilliant sales. This dress not only cost me $10, it was marked as an XS. I only took it to the changing rooms as I didn’t think it would fit. Ok, that sounds strange but I was shopping with my roommate which is a dangerous task in itself. Mel brings out the shopaholic in me that lay dormant for many years. I have so many pretty clothes now. The beast will be happy with its feeding but my back certainly won’t be! Whilst she tried things on, I grabbed a few things to look as though I was joining in with the intention of not actually buying anything. Well that backfired!

I love my new dress.

I felt great and loved my new dress. I grabbed my bag and was ready to go. I was going to get the ferry in but I ended up getting side-tracked. By the time I made it to the bus stop, there wasn’t enough time to get the bus to Manly and get the ferry across. I guess it’s a good thing as I would have looked a bit windswept upon arrival. Instead, I opted for the bus to the city. It is typical that I wear a short-ish dress and the wind picks up. I best keep an eye on that!

I got off at The Rocks and began my search of a restaurant Mel and Steff had recommended. This place had a rooftop bar and table service overlooking the Harbour Bridge and Opera House. It sounded perfect. I wasn’t too worried about money tonight. I wanted to have a good time so took out $100 and wasn’t too worried how much change I’d get back. I felt like I deserved a treat.

Finding this restaurant proved to be tiring, annoying and, in the end, fruitless. I traipsed around in circles for about an hour with no luck. I eventually found the place only to find it was shut. I did use the fact that I was lost to my advantage. I got to see a lot of the city and take some nice photos. I think the city also got to see a lot of me as the wind kept picking up my dress!

Evidence for Mel and Steff to prove that I did find the place but it was closed.

View of the Opera House from Harbour Bridge.

I can't stop taking photos of this damn building!

I decided to go back to a place that I saw within the first five minutes of entering the city. I knew what I wanted to order straight away.

The OMG Burger. Now that's what I call a knife!

I wish I had had time to try one of the desserts but I also wanted to have a cocktail at the Opera Bar and take photos before I went inside.

My sweet tooth was not happy and rumbled at the sight of a Gelatissimo branch. Again? Why not? I sauntered along the harbour as happy as can be. I’m not sure if it was my pace or whether it was due to my ice cream being so big, but I managed to get to the Opera Bar with half an ice cream. I did look slightly odd stood to one side, alone, eating an ice cream. Everyone was too busy nattering to notice lil’ ol’ me anyway. Well that’s what I’d like to think anyway!

The last, and only, time I went to the Opera Bar, the cocktail bar was shut. I therefore knew exactly what I wanted – Dirty Carpet Disco. It’s a strange name for a cocktail. The place was heaving but I managed to get served in good time. There were no seats with tables so I went and sat along the harbour.

The cocktail was pretty average. I’ve had better ones elsewhere. Even the cheap and cheerful drinks at Monteys in York beat the fruity effort I was given. Although money wasn’t an issue this evening, I was hoping for a bit more for my $17. It looks like I’m paying for the view rather than a fancy schmancy drink.

It didn’t take me long to finish the drink and I’d seen the Opera House from all angles that night. It was time to go inside. I’ve seen many photos of the Opera House, but not that many of the inside.

Interesting architecture. I was the only one looking up. Everyone else was drinking. I looked a bit weird taking photos but I didn't care!

I went outside for a bit before I took my seat.

Up, close and personal with the House.

I took my seat and was happy with the view.

This was the only photo I managed to take without the fro of the guy in front of me encroaching the frame!

I wasn’t the only solo attendee but the majority of people there were couples of various ages. I didn’t feel socially awkward. I was excited.

Laura Marling was incredible. Not only was here voice on form, but the banter that ensued was witty, modest and felt unique to the performance. It didn’t feel forced and her nervousness between songs was so warming. Normally Laura fires off facts between songs but she forgot to bring the ones of Sydney. Instead, she reeled off a few about the Queen, her band and the songs she sang. Laura sang the entire album – A Creature I Don't Know - which Laura informed us was the first time she had sang the album from start to finish to an audience. That, and the new song she sung, made my heart skip as I knew I was witnessing something nobody else had (other than the rest of the people there, but you get what I mean!). There was no encore but there didn’t need to be one. Everyone walked out of the theatre in awe. Nobody had a negative word to say about her and how can you? She’s flipping awesome!

I followed the masses and walked along the harbour. To the right of me was a massive cruise ship that emitted loud salsa music. It was lit up like a Christmas tree so someone was having a fancy do in there. That doesn’t surprise me. Behind me a quartet of girlfriends was singing lyrics to Laura’s song Ghosts – “Lover please do not, fall to your knees, it’s not like I believe in ever-lasting love.” I knew this song very well and hummed it to myself as I made my way to the bus stop.

Clumps of people broke off and went to Gelatissimo and others queued for cake in a Guylian café. Now these are my kind of people!! Part of me wanted to go in that shop and buy a massive chocolatey something or other, but, looking inside at the counter, it didn’t look all that great. All style and no substance you might say. I could have been wrong but I didn’t want to risk ending my magnificent night on a failed cake.

I went back to the cave with the biggest of smiles on my face. I saw my roommates and told them I had a great night but didn’t elaborate too much. My favourite artists and bands are “weird music” to them which is fine I guess. We all have our own tastes.

They say money can’t buy you happiness. Well I spent a fair few dollars on my ticket and on the night in question and was happier than ever. Heck, I will have spent the equivalent of a deposit on a house by the time I’ve finished on my trip and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me! Sometimes there are exceptions to the rules and I’d like to think that I’m one of them.

Laura Marling Concert Setlist

The Muse

I Was Just A Card

Don't Ask Me Why

Salinas

The Beast

Night After Night

My Friends

Rest In The Bed

Sophia

All My Rage

*Interval*

Ghosts

My Manic and I

Alas, I Cannot Swim

New Song

Goodbye England (Covered In Snow)

What He Wrote

Rambling Man

Alpha Shallows

Blackberry Stone

Made By Maid

I Speak Because I Can

*****

There had been faint whisperings and weak discussions about staying the night at a friend’s house. I had a feeling it was one of those things that people say but it doesn’t ever happen. No offence to the people involved of course. We all have busy lives They have busy lives so it wouldn’t have been a surprise if our plans didn’t happen.

I can wave goodbye to pessimism as, not only did I spend the night away from the cave, I had a fantastic time.

Emma, who I met through a friend I made in Japan, introduced me to her friend Bex. I only met Bex a few times before she moved house but we got on really well. We made loose plans to have a girly weekend away at her new place but a date wasn’t set.

A few Facebook messages, conversations with my manager and the cave master later and we were good to go! I managed to bag the weekend off from work and save a night’s accommodation all before things were even confirmed yet. I had to give two weeks’ notice for all of the above so I was sweating!

I couldn’t believe I was escaping the cave for a night. I’ve been at the same place since mid-November so my excitement was limitless. I packed my things and bid farewell to my housemates. I think they were just as happy as I was! Let’s face it, we needed a break. That tiny room is enough to drive anyone insane!

Emma picked me up and drove us to Wamberal. I had no idea where that was so I just sat back and let Emma do all the navigating. It had been a while since we last spoke so a catch-up was in order. It certainly made the slow-moving-traffic ebb away and a journey that was over an hour and a half, seemed like 10 minutes.

As we pulled up, I saw Matt, Bex’s boyfriend, pouring boiling water from a kettle onto a surfboard. It did make an unusual sight. He was wiping away the wax with a cloth. Steam was billowing from the cloth and board, yet Matt happily scrubbed away. If that was me I’d be yelping and cursing the surfboard! I’m not sure if that was a display of Aussie bravado or that I’m just a wimp.

I was a bit nervous about meeting Matt as about 90% of Aussies that I have encountered have all been complete dicks. It’s not that I doubted Bex’s taste in men, but I had an unsettling feeling that the odds were against him. He turned out to be one of the good guys, a very good guy indeed.

Bex introduced Matt to me and jovially mirrored my introductory, “Hi”, but he gazed in the wrong direction. Normally this would seem slightly out of the ordinary but Emma gave me the heads up on the journey here that Matt only has 5% vision. I ignorantly wasn’t sure what to expect. It was an interesting subject matter which we touched upon in the evening.

Emma and I dumped our stuff in the spare room and made our way to the kitchen. We sat, drank tea and had a good chinwag. I felt terribly guilty as both Bex and Emma came prepared with goodies and even went as far as to bring wine as a housewarming gift. Why didn’t I think of that? Sometimes it does feel like I have become a lot more prudent with my money and almost selfish in a sense. I’m always thinking about my budget when I’m spending and how far my money will stretch for me. It’s not something that used to faze me too much at home. If I had money, I’d spend it and it wouldn’t worry me too much who I spent it on. For instance, I love to bake and I’d always bake for my family and certain friends. Back at home it never entered my thoughts as to how much money I was spending. Here, I’d be breaking down the costs and asking myself if it was worthwhile in the long run! Mad I know, but sometimes I calculate my money in a way that I’d rather save here and there for the big adventures and treats rather than being frivolous and buy rounds of drinks I can’t afford. Either way, I still come across as a tight bastard but I’ll be a tight happy bastard when I’m swimming with manta rays or hugging a koala.

It was too early for food so we went for a walk on the beach. It was a beautiful day and the beach was only across the street. Sounds familiar. As we exited the beach, we washed off the sand via the shower posts along the side walk. I underestimated the angle of the water and ended up spraying Emma. Oh dear!

Hunger pangs kicked in so we made our way to a nice little Thai restaurant in Terrigal. Bex had made reservations which was good as the place was pretty busy.

Whilst Matt and Bex went off to buy some wine, I randomly bumped into Dan (from Australia Day). He was working up in Terrigal which I had completely forgotten about. Since that day, we’ve not really gotten on. It was the first time, on my travels, that I encountered someone who expressively disliked me. I’m sure there are others out there but I never noticed them. Obviously as I’m settled in one place, it’s kind of more evident. With this knowledge, I tried my best to dodge him. Firstly to avoid any awkwardness but also because I hate the fake conversations you have with people that don’t mean anything. I can’t be arsed.

This time wasn’t awkward. It was quite random that we bumped into each other and he was polite in front of my friend Emma.* 

Matt and Bex returned and we ordered four dishes to share. The portions were generous so I didn’t look like too much of a fattie stuffing my face.

Conversation was free-flowing which was nice. Emma obviously knows Bex a lot more but I didn’t feel left out and could contribute to everything they were saying. There’s nothing worse than sitting there pretending to understand what people are talking about. You laugh along even though it’s an inside joke.

Matt was comfortable with talking about his vision. He’s part of a team of Paralympic cyclists and has been training towards the Olympics. He has achieved a lot and has a level of fearlessness that I envy. He’s a keen surfer and described how unnerving it was when he first got in the water as any shadows that drifted by him could be sharks. But then he said something along the lines of, “If I’m going to get attacked by a shark, then I’ll get attacked. There’s nothing I can do to stop it happening so there’s no point in dwelling on it.” I guess it’s a fate thing. If it happens, it happens. He has a point. There are people who go out in the ocean every day here yet one holiday maker may go out snorkelling one day and get attacked. You can’t predict it. I’m still not quite convinced though!

With our bellies full we made a slow descent back to the house. We watched Crazy, Stupid Love whilst nibbling on Tim Tams and jelly sweets. It was a weird film and not just because of Ryan Gosling's orangey glow. It just had a strange pace and slightly erratic plot. When you thought it was about to reach a romantically driven climatic end, the film plods on some more.

The wine doused the potential sugar rush from the sweets and we were all beat.

Me and Emma shared the epic panther bed.

The next day we slowly got up, had breakfast and went to the beach again, this time with the intention of going in the ocean. I want to say sea but Matt corrected us all and said that technically it’s the ocean. After Matt’s explanation and a Google search, I still don’t understand what the difference is. All I know is that going into the sea has a better ring to it than ocean does. Hmm.

Matt had the task of mowing the lawn so it was just us girlies that were heading to the beach. We laid down and relaxed whilst enjoying the view. There were a couple of nice views just to the left of us. With our sunglasses on we were able to ogle without detection.

The sun’s harsh beams meant we needed a cool down. We ran into the ocean not realising how rough it was. The waves battered us. I didn’t see a wave coming and it knocked me over. I heard Emma laugh before I went under. I got up and realised that she also took a tumble. Who has the last laugh now eh?

It was hard work fending off those waves. With half the sea bed in our bikinis, we admitted defeat and walked back to the house. After a long shower, I still felt sand in my ears.

We went for lunch at a nice corner café and before we knew it, it was time to go. Emma had a work deadline and I was meant to be hosting a BBQ (which didn’t actually happen). I wasn’t ready to leave.

Matt and Bex were going on holiday** soon so I wasn’t sure whether I’d see them before I left Sydney. It felt like a final goodbye which I hate.

Although it was over all too quickly, I had a fantastic time and it safely sealed off that week as being the best I’ve had in Australia so far. Great music, great food and great friends. Awesome.

*When I got home and went on my laptop, Dan had sent me a Facebook message asking after my friend. He thought she was hot. Ah, now I get it.

**I have since learned that Matt and Bex are engaged! Matt proposed whilst they were on Lady Elliot Island. It’s such fantastic news and I am immensely happy for them. I just want to hug them both and hear all about it but I can’t as I’m leaving!

Grand Day Out: Life's Just Beachy

I was on a social roll. Australia Day reignited my motivation and knocked me out of my working rut. After another morning shift at work, I came back to the cave, made a magnificent sausage sarnie and slumped on a chair in the common room. As I happily munched on my delicious creation, one of my friends mentioned getting the bus to Palm Beach. The weather was glorious and I felt like doing something productive with my day other than working.

My friends (Joey, Oriel and two random guys) were about to go when I protested, sausage sarnie in hand. They kindly waited for me and we set out on our beach day. As we waited by the bus stop, we slathered ourselves in sun tan lotion. Joey was part way through when the bus came. The bus driver abruptly told Joey that he can’t board the bus shirtless. Ha, you can board the bus barefoot but you need a shirt. Good to know.

We didn’t realise how long the journey to the beach would take. By the time we arrived there by bus, the weather had changed from sunny to cloudy and breezy. Arse. 

The two random guys had already decided to walk up to the Barrenjoey Lighthouse. Oriel, Joey and I weren’t that keen to begin with. We took a more leisurely stroll on the beach and watched the kite surfers at work. 

They make it look so easy. I know if that was me, I'd be falling arse over tit right now!

A short while later, the sun still had failed to make an appearance. The lighthouse walk seemed like a better and more worthwhile feat.

Everything was named after Joey.

We walked to the end of Palm Beach but we couldn’t see an easy route up to the lighthouse. We cut through to the other side which was practically empty.

No sign of the Home & Away cast here.

It was a steep climb but worth it in the end.

A nice little resting point.

A great view but we weren't quite at the top yet.

Joey hammed up for the camera.

Cheese personified!

Perfectly relaxed at such a height...ahem.

Oriel looks like he's going to jump!

We made it to the top and before I saw the lighthouse I saw a bunny!

Oh there it is.

We took a few photos, had a water fight then made our way back to the hostel. It felt good being productive.

*****

Sydney hosts a lot of free events throughout the city. Dee Why Beach, where I work, usually has something on at least once a month. As free stuff attracts crowds, I’m normally at work, fending off the hungry. I’m never that fussed as it’s usually aimed more for families anyway.

This time it was different. This time, they had Slip ‘n’ Slide.

Oooooooo!

The Slip ‘n’ Slide event took place on a Saturday and it was gloriously sunny. Naturally, work was rammed. We had plenty of staff on but I was kept on until the afternoon. It was a bittersweet moment. I need the money, but I’d rather be on the beach.

Mel and Steff came in for something to eat. I’ve eaten at Mel’s work plenty of times so it was nice that they came in to see me and trial the service. I’m certainly glad they got to witness certain people that I have to work with!

Once I finished, I rushed off to the toilet and got changed. We only had an hour of fun time left. It was worth it though.

Everyone slid down the slide with ease.

You can just about see Steff sliding.

Steff told me I need to be fearless and just go for it. My first attempt was a massive fail. I stuttered and lost momentum. In other words, I fell on my arse. It was so embarrassing. I tried again but it was so slippery, I fell again.

Can you see that little figure at the top there? That's me falling on my arse.

And again...

Undeterred, I queued up for another go. Steff and I were the oldest and tallest in the queue. We didn’t care! The next time I went on I was definitely more feeble than fearless. Still, I had tonnes of fun and Mel captured my glee perfectly. It was a brilliant day.

Naiiiiiiled iiiiiit!

Now, how do I get out without falling over again?

We dried off, got an ice cream and sat on the steps by the beach. Steff was engrossed in the nearby boat races. It was an impressive sight but Mel and I were more intrigued by what was going on behind us.

Uh-huh, ok. That's different.

Mel and I laughed as Steff was more interested in looking out at the surfers and boat racers than the random women pole dancing! A couple of the women were really good and effortlessly twirled round the pole and gracefully turned upside down. 

Others however…

Kudos for giving it a go ey.

I did mention that events on the beach tended to be family orientated but I think this is taking it a little too far.

Now what did you do with mummy today?

Oh it gets better!

Another great day spent with my good friends. It’s nice to have days like these interspersed with the drain of an existence in the cave.

*****

I have gone in the ocean before but not ventured too far out nor have I been in for an extended period of time.

For some reason I can’t actually fathom, I decided to go out for a surf lesson given by my roommate Steff. He always goes out surfing but it was never anything that interested me. I don’t want to fall off of the board and get knocked out by waves. I can’t hold my breath for a long time and I panic.

Steff asked me if I wanted to go out surfing with him, probably as a joke. I instantly said yes. What was I thinking?

I obviously didn’t have the right attire so bodged it with some swim shorts, bikini and a t-shirt.

The first challenge was carrying the board across the road. It was massive! It was also incredibly heavy and quite tricky to manoeuvre without overbalancing. This became quite apparent when the back end of the board whacked a parked car I passed. Whoops. No damage was done though.

Steff gave me a few pointers before we entered the water. I was quite excited, if a little nervous that I’d drown. 

The waves were strong which made it a bit challenging for Steff to teach me seen as I kept slipping off of the board. Rather than get impatient (which isn’t too much of a stretch for Steff!), he stayed with me until I felt more confident. This was a nice gesture as I know that he was itching to surf himself and not be bound to a flailing eejit. It got to the point where I found the right balance on the board and was able to steer, paddle and glide across the wave. This was all whilst I was laid down on the board of course. It was my first lesson don’t you know! I certainly wasn’t expecting any miracles.

I was impressed that I managed to stay on the waves and let it carry me to shore without over-balancing and tumbling over. That is my one great fear, being knocked out by a wave and not being able to reach the surface in time. Even though I was in shallow waters, sometimes the waves are so overpowering and repetitive that it takes all your strength just to get back on your feet again. I’ve had that experience in the ocean, but not today. I was king…king of the waves…which kind of reminds me of Katrina And The Waves…now I have Walking On Sunshine stuck in my head.

Anyway, I felt triumphant with my effort and thought about enrolling in a proper lesson. Unfortunately I never got round to doing this. Although my enthusiasm was sky high, my funds were crumbling away. I need all the money I can get for my trip so I have made the decision to wait until I get further north. Perhaps I can learn on Byron Bay or somewhere equally awesome. Who knows, this could be the push I need to get my confidence back when I’m in the water. This trip is full of little surprises like that.