Where to start. I arrived at Airlie Beach two days ago and I knew I was in trouble when my room mates were drinking wine at 3 in the afternoon. Naturally being the gentleman I am I sat and enjoyed a glass of Australia's finest with them. My room is filled with British people. There are 5 of them and me, the one lonely Canadian. I don't even have a name anymore they just call me "Canada" For the past 2 days we've done nothing except go down to the pool (lagoon) and drink our faces off.
Getting to Airlie was fun actually. I met two Aussie girls on the bus and they told me all sorts of places that I should stop at on my way down the coast. Once again I got to answer all sorts of Canada related questions, some of which are so funny. "When it's -30 to people actually move, or do they burrow or something?" So I jumped off the Greyhound and moved into my 8 bed dorm room and from there the party started and hasn't ended for the past 2 days.
Two nights ago my phone vacated my pocket and became one with the ocean, and now I have bought a phone that actually works. It's nice to not have to be swearing at my phone all the time. Really there is not a whole lot of exciting news about Airlie Beach. It's a party place, and I've been meeting some really insane people. So let's do this...
Things I have learned in Oz so far.
1) I know they're speaking english to me but what the hell are they trying to tell me.
2) Irish people have the filthiest mouthes on the planet.
3) Seriously what the hell are you trying to tell me... "Fair Dinkum" what's that supposed to mean.
4)Goon (boxed wine) is absolutely disgusting but a vital part of any backpackers diet.
5) Apparently I am very strange to English people, just because I run around with latex gloves doesn't mean I'm weird.
6) When I don't do much other than lay around and be a bum, writing on this website is hard.
In two days I leave on a sailing trip around an island group called Whitsundays. Hopefully I'll have more to write about after that.
So long for now but not for always.
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