I must admit our first impression of Mission beach was that of disaster. As I watched the Greyhound sailing by, I was struck with a sinking feeling. My ruck sack was still on the bus, and was now heading to Brisbane without me. Nothing too important in the bag, just camera memory cards, my travel journal, and some bank cards (obviously I withheld this information from Si!!!)
After ALOT of stressing, and sweet talking some Greyhound worker, a mere 5 hours later my poor bag was returned to me, cradled in the arms of a angry bus driver. I was so excited I offered the driver a kiss, which he decline with a grunt and a furrowed brow.
Now I know you guys might scoff as you are sitting at work reading this, but travelling is really knackering. After weeks of long days and early starts, we decided to have a bit of a chill day. Our hostel provided us with a constanse sourse of entertainment. Including a kamikaze poodle, that kept jumping in the pool, to discover it couldn't get out. And drunken backpackers would have to dive in fully clothed to save the drowning pooch.
We also got introduced to drink of Goon. Now I am no wine connoisseur, but this 'wine' contains fish eggs and fish bones, and is also served in a foil bag. For a mere $9, the hardest of drinkers can get ruined by this stuff. I say introduce to the drink, we were only introduced to the aftermath as me and Si didn't even have a sip. Not only because of the fish egg description but also me and Si are abstaining for alcohol of any kind. After a few months of the dirty booze in Mebourne, our beer bellies were bigger and our wallets smaller (why can it not be the other way around!) So we are now on our 3rd week of soft drink and such like. The people who have done the East coast here will know what an amazing feat that is!!
Clare
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