Master Z left at 4pm on Thursday, he is starting to get a
cold and promised that due to this he would make sure he got proper
accommodation and not sleep under a bridge like a nomad this time. (Bless his
crazy heart – honestly, could two people be any more different?)
Half an hour later Miss D picked me up to go to the train
station, stopping off quickly for a vino and some dinner (dear spell check,
Vino is a real word and that is how it is spelt, sort your life out!). If you
are ever in Maroochydore I can strongly recommend that you eat at Sultans Cafe
– Turkish food to die for!
After dinner and a decent goss Miss D was driving and I was
trying to avoid the hyperventilation that threatens whenever I embark on something
big! It happened when I moved to Auckland, when I got together with Mr B, when
I split up with Mr B, also when I applied to be President of SIFE AUT, when I
agreed to be President of SIFE AUT, and
then when I decided to move to Oz to be with Master Z ... In fact the only
major chapter that has not started with my hyperventilation/heart palpitations
was falling for and deciding to spend my life with Master Z... Odd.
Back to the adventure – Miss D and I had a very heartfelt
moment at the bus station (as of course I need to catch both a bus and a train
to get to Brisbane tonight... Joy!) and
it made me realise just how much difference it makes knowing that someone who
truly has your back is in the same vicinity (even if they only duck into your
life a few hours a week... maybe not duck, Miss D is a whirlwind :D part of why
she is so lovable!)
After almost three hours of travelling (with three suitcases
and a handbag) and several moments of random kindness from strangers <3 I am
finally in Brissy ready to rest my head.
First point of call though – luggage storage!
Here is a true moment of Miss R travels for you – the
baggage lockers only take coins and everything is closed, that is ok as there
is a change machine located by the lift (which is the other end of the
station), “We apologize for any inconvenience but this machine is out of order,
please use the machine by the lifts on level 3” what, I thought the other sign
said I was on level 3... *sigh,* try the lifts, *phew* currently on the ground
floor – what was that sign about?, a few crazy moments later and I am in the
lift – no hero strangers to help me this time, to level 3 I go and finally get
change, Yay!
After another ten minutes of the baggage machine yelling
instructions at me – serious ya’ll this thing was echoing through the station
it was so loud and I have finally got my luggage stored, in the lockers half
way up because Brisbane hates me!
I then roll out of the station feeling a whole lot lighter
but cannot see a single backpackers and I can only see one street number, queue
random lovely stranger (wearing a super cute dress I might add) directions are
given and after about ten minutes of walking I am starting to stress that I
have been given the wrong directions and ask two ladies in front of me, they
advise that I am going the right way as they were staying at Chill, I then push
my glasses up my nose and what is in front of me? A MASSIVE florescent sign for
Chill Backpackers (I should have taken a photo – it was ridiculous and I wanted
the ground to swallow me !)
To bed I go and I swear the air con was trying to take
off... this was the worst night’s sleep since the night before flying to Oz!
Which may in part, be due to the fact that this is the first time since getting
here that Master Z and I have spent a night apart. It sucked.
So my alarm goes off before I feel like I have even reached
R.E.M and I make my way to the train station. The plan is simple – retrieve
then check in luggage, get coffee and breaky, climb aboard – no worries mun.
Getting the luggage is surprisingly challenge free, finding
the right platform is even crazy easy, lift located and luggage gets on in
without too many hassles (except me almost being jammed in the door), I even
get out with the help of a lovely man that reminded me “we are all in this
crazy journey called life together” <3, then I stroll leisurely to check in
and after only five minutes in line and giving directions to a few people
(crazy I know but I knew the answers!!!) I am informed that my luggage is
overweight and I will have to either remove almost five kgs over the two bags
or take it aboard myself! WT...?
I am so exhausted – without the aid of our beloved coffee -
that I am almost crying... luckily then the wonderful Master Z calls – and advises
that he has been riding all night :/
all woe is me feelings dissipate and are replaced with worry, he is now
only 30kms from his sisters so will ride to hers for a shower and sleep and he
is soaking wet L.
Bloody stubborn men!
I am currently on the train. I have lugged my cases on, all
by myself and have settled in for the journey. Breakfast and swill that I have
been informed is coffee has been consumed (since when did coffee come in a tea
bag?) I am constantly scanning the gum trees for a wild Koala sighting, so far
I have been unsuccessful but don’t worry, I do not intend to give up.
However, I have had the excitement of seeing Kanga, Roo and
Roo-two bounding across the landscape which was awesome to say the least –
though having no-one to share it with kinda sucked – meahhh, I saw Kangaroos! Wild
ones! Gutted I was not fast enough with my camera though.
At 9pm tonight I am going to arrive in ye ode Sydney Town
where I will meet my Master Z, his Aunty P and the wonderful Miss T.H – Eleven
and a half hours and counting... My bum is numb just thinking about it!
Anyone got any good Koala spotting tips or stories while I
wait for them to show their furry butts to me? :P
