Sunday, 29 April 2012

The Great Australian Adventure Vol.1.3


After arriving in the Sunny Coast Master Z and I decide to settle in Maroochydore as it seems to be the biggest coast town – though it is not actually by the beach but on the river!  We find a “whatif” deal for the “Maroochy River Caravan Park” for 2 nights *gulp - and we are off!

This part of the mission goes as the rest have been – I end up in a taxi with our stuff (this three day period may be the only time in our lives that Master Z’s things equate to more than mine!)  taxi driver is nice enough – oh positive for OZ – taxi drivers ALWAYS help you with your stuff! <3

I then go in to the reception to check-in and where is my passport? Frick! I have Master Z’s but mine is not in my travel wallet – did I accidentally give the wrong passport to Master Z? Luckily the lady was very understanding and let me check in without it as long as I showed her once Master Z got there.
Master Z arrives and I ask him for his/my passport and I am informed that I have them both... I then know what it must feel like to swallow lead as my stomach is in my knees! So after a very frantic – slightly blurry search I find my passport in my handbag *phew - disaster averted!

We then spend the next day searching for a place to live and encounter the biggest biach ever – needless to say – we did not move in... this left us in a very stressful situation and Miss D helped by driving us around a few places only to be told that we would be looking at $700 a week to be looking at short term rentals L so we go back to the caravan park a bit disheartened (ok – so I was VERY disheartened) I spoke to the ladies in the office and asked if they had any ideas and what do you know – for $320 we could move to a slightly smaller cabin as long as we paid 2 weeks in advance (no refunds for early departures)! Yay! We are no longer homeless!

So here starts 5 long weeks of job searching, house hunting and entering the waiting place! (Dr Suess – you’re a legend for naming the place !)

 This is also where we made our first friends - “the neighbours” Miss B and Master A – two of the sweetest hearts and the most Aussie of Aussies you can imagine J Miss B is exactly like the aussie Shelia I imagine – chain smoker, loud, proud, has a story about EVERYTHING and would take in every stray in the neighbourhood if given half a chance! Master A is as aussie bloke as you can imagine too – loves a brew (or 4), drives a truck, would attempt to move mountains for Miss B and his catch phrase is “could be worse – could be Tuesday”.

These two dragged us along to Karaoke one night, under the guise of going to the “Waterfront” (I know Auck crew – too funny! Turns out everyone has a waterfront bar! – to those that do not now Auckland also has a waterfront bar and it is TERRIBLE – 18yr olds shaking their things to mainstream music, getting more drunk then they can handle and puking/passing out) you will be happy to know that this is not what I walked into – this was like drinking in the burbs – or at the casino... the ages ranged from 18 – 90 and was a one stop shop – pokies, brassiere and sports bar – needless to say, far from my scene lol.  Though I must admit I did enjoy myself – and not just because I got to have Kopperburg Pear Cider (which is the best cider ever invented and I discovered years before in Ireland but cannot purchase in NZ)! I have also in part due to this night – though only loosely – ended up being titled Miss B’s Bridal Co-ordinator – heck yeah! This wedding is going to rule fool!
   
This is also around the time I discovered the aforementioned Eboney De Winter (aka the most ahhmahazing shop EVER – in the history of the universe – at least as far as I am concerned!) and here is where I made friends with my second friend (although this friendship is still largely in the making) Master L loves shoes – maybe even as much as I do, gave me a great coffee tip off and is one of the owners of Eboney De Winter – so as you can imagine is super styling! He could almost be a Kiwi :P  

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