I really like Noosa I think its my favorite out of the few places I’ve been so far. It’s getting harder and harder to find time and energy to sit down and write these updates, the excitement I had in the beginning for this new form of communication is dwindling as I’m getting busier. But a quick re-cap of the weekend.
Mom for a day
I became the Mom of the weekend… who would have known there are people in this world, more helpless than I. I think I got called or messaged 20 times between 7:30 and 8:00 am in the morning. With questions about everything from, “How do I get from Southbank to the City?” To “What Train are we taking, What terminal is it at and what time does it leave?” To “Can you bring me a towel? I forgot mine.” To which I replied, ” I dunno, how do you normally go from Southbank to the city, I don’t live there you do.” We are taking the train to Nambour it leaves at 9:30 like I told you earlier.” I have no idea what terminal it’s on I’m not at the station yet you are go look.” and finally “Yes I will bring you a towel, you nancy.” And so it went I was the mom for the rest of the trip, but I soon got over it.
Arrival
The transportation this time was smooth sailing, I knew not to get off the train in Caboolture in the middle of a corn field to search for a bus from previous experience, and the train and bus synched up perfectly, and we arrived in Noosa around 1:00. Which was good because I don’t know how many more rounds of charades and “Who am I?” I could take. We were traveling with a group of Scottish girls, and when they are together, it is impossible to understand a single word. So my reply to all was either “Braveheart!” or “The Janitor on the Simpsons!”
Day One In the Rain
Yes thats right it was spitting rain all the way up. I was starting to think maybe we should have checked the weather before we left, because it was beginning to look like our 1 in 100 chance of having a cloudy day was kicking in. We all got settled into the hostel and headed for the beach we were the only people for a stretch of beach for as far as you could see aside from a handful of surfers. It turned out to be one of the coolest days on the beach. We had a ball, so we just rain around throwing it at each other in the rain and surf. It was great. The waves were Strawberry Lake sized so I pulled out the board only for about 20 minuntes… and didn’t catch a single wave, but I won in my eyes. Anytime I return with all my appendages, and a system full of blood, It was a good day surfing.
Night Time in Noosa
There is not a whole lot to do in the town. There are a few expensive restaurants and by expensive we are talking 30-40 a plate, one club, and the beach. So we decided to hang out at the Hostel we had a great buffet style dinner, and shot some pool before our Ping Pong tournament. Scott Beat us all… but only on a technicality I should have won. We heard about another pub from the guy running the hostel bar, and headed over there to finish up the night around 3:30 with some dancing, then some yawning and way too many photos.
Day Two Perfect Day
I was a little upset to find out I didn’t crawl out of bed when my alarm went off at 7:45. I wanted to get up and surf, because I remember from last time, the surf was best right at sunrise. But we rolled out of bed around 9 and went to the corner store for a good muffin and some milk while overlooking a gorgeous early morning beach. It was most absolutely the best day so far for surfing. The sky was almost perfectly clear, with a few clouds roaming around the water was so clear and an amazing blue green color… it was almost scary looking down, like you could fall all the way down to the sea floor. It was a weird sensation. There were whole flocks of dolphins jumping around all morning, I was in euphoria just floating out in the ocean, with the cool water splashing over me ever so often, to keep me cool and quenching the heat from the sun it was so incredibly warm…like standing next to a hot fire. I was in awh, I did not catch very many waves, but I didn’t care I was having so much fun floating around watching 8 year olds air out, do 360’s and tearing up the surf. The rest as they say was history… we headed home, and that was that, another amazing weekend in Paradise.