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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