. . . . . . . . Alina

The goal was to repeat my favorite story, lets call it Fall-asleep-and-miss-the-flight. Amy & Rachel did not like my idea, so 4.15am (15 minutes before my pickup B and after 10 minutes loud door knocking on door #107) I woke up by my human alarms. Thanks.

The lady in the check-in counter at the domestic airport found the result of my super-stress-packed backpack, 27 kg, worth another $30. I did obviously not agree, so another 7 kilos went straight into the bin. She did though let me through with a ridiciously big hand luggage of 10 kg.

Cairns - Brisbane, mixed feelings.

6 hours of 30 kilos carried around made me hungry, but not even McDonalds had any food left after those terrible floodings. Not very happy.

Brisbane - Surfers Paradise, not very sad anymore. Yay, excited.


O'malleys, just arrived in Surfers Paradise.


A lovely reunion with Harry, Luke, Zaid and Misha. I checked into a sweet little room on my own, since their 14-bed dorm mostly was a big mix of 7 different bad smells. We're talking about 14 wet towels in a 30-degree warm room and with no air condition. I like my fan.


Hostel chilling...


We went out to see our dear old friends and collueges Bud & Amy, who nowmore prefer Goldcoast to Cairns. Amy's birthday, karaoke and $3 basics. Most likely a good thing it never became Luke's and Zaid's turn to entre the stage.


Harry, Luke & Bud at Beer Garden.


I guess travelling is all about new experiences, so maybe I shouldn't complain... But to peacefully walk down the street an early morning and nearly get hit in your head by a dead bird was not really included in this experience plan. Even less since it got dropped from nowhere, far from nearest building, and that both head and legs were blown away. Probably one of the most odd things I've ever seen.


Healthy breakdast; noodles and chocolate puffs.


Tonight; off to Byron bay. Plan: See old Nick, surf and chill. It's a hard life we're living.