East Coast Part 3: The rain in Noosa stays mainly on our heads

Our arrival in Noosa was heralded by the worst weather of our trip so far: grey skies and rain as far as the eye could see... Despite our best napping efforts our bus was so crammed full of people that we hadn't really caught up on shut eye so our first afternoon was spend lazing around and watching Nicholas Cage lose his shit.

Unfortunately the next day dawned just as miserable. Undeterred we decided to make the most of it and head out kayaking on the river. As there were three kayaks with 5 people we first attempted to double up... Well, it turns out these bad boys are definitely not designed to hold two people resulting in Hanah and Becki hilariously capsizing. At least we were so soaked through from the rain that getting in the rver made no actual difference to everyone's saturation levels.

It did have the rest of us wishing (in a slightly shadenfreude kinda way) that Dave's earlier assertion that there were heaps of bull sharks in the river hadn't been proven wrong by our hostel receptionist.

Helen and Hannah decided they'd had enough of kayaking and headed back, leaving Dave, Becki and I to paddle out to a little sandbank we spied in the distance.

After claiming the isle in the name of our forefathers and emptying our kayaks of around half of Noosa's water supply we paddled back.

A few very long and very hot showers later and we were ready to party with Dave and Becki's friend Morgan who they knew from Byron. Morgan had a few furry and not-so-furry housemates that we were keen to play with.

Meet lollipop the cat who was the biggest sook you'll ever meet. And gorgeous too, obviously!

We also decided that the best thing to do after a bottle of dark rum would be to all play with their snake. Somehow no one died, in much the same way as the relaxation effcts of alcohol help you when falling from a height somehow we avoided being bitten/stangled.

"And what is Becki looking at here?" you might ask.

Well, something rather yummy of course...

That's right - a hot half naked Frenchman cooking us dinner! I did say that not all of Morgan's housemates were furry... 

Obviously all the boys wanted in on the action, and the kitchen went from dinner prep area to hen party in the time it takes to shout "QUICK LET US OBJECTIFY THE MEN!". They all loved it, obviously.

Deciding that drowning and snake bites weren't enough danger for the day, all ten of us piled into one car for the short drive in to town.

It's ok NO ONE DIED. Although I did have a significant falling out with Captain Morgan later on. As our alarms went off the next morning we all asked ourselves why we kept insisting on getting horribly drunk the night before we had to check out and travel places. Oh, and where we could get bacon.

And so we left Noosa as we came: in the pouring rain with an absolute stinking hangover on a packed Greyhound bus.
Next stop: Fraser Island!!!

East Coast Part 2: Brisbane

And so, to Brisbane. Australia's 3rd largest city isn't one of my favourite places (although, in fairness, neither was Sydney until I lived there) but it's a nice halfway point between Byron and Noosa. Essentially I view Brisbane as a good place to break up a journey and have a drink.

We chose to visit on the night of the Lions match so the entire city was chock full of people. Our greyhound docked at 8pm so we ran to our hostel, changed our clothes and bought some goon. Becki's friend from home Ashley was joining us for the night and we decided to make our 14 hours in Brissy count. Obligatory games of 'ring of fire' were played and Helen got her first ever taste of goon...

The sad faces are because the bag leaked and broke the box. 

Naturally we found a 'British' pub to drink in that had a decent band playing and we set about tearing the dancefloor up.

My favourite part of the night was discovering and ENTIRE STREET dedicated to drunk takeaway food. It was like Disneyland, if Disneyland catered specifically for inebriated westerners.

Our night ended with our beds being double booked and the fire alarm being set off at 5am after someone let off a fire extinguisher indoors. Getting up the next day for our 10am greyhound was FUN.

Next stop: Noosa