Friends and Things From Noosa

Just about really overdue for an entry right? Sorry Mom! Tonza funza stuff to talk about. Allow me to begin by starting:

Roughly a week and a half ago I arrived at a town called Noosa and checked into the Noosa Backpackers Hostel. I don’t remember how long I initially intended to stay, but it ended up being about four full days of going to the beach, hanging out at night, and then going to the beach some more, with other activities tucked politely away in small compartments. Most of it was a blur because of how inherently neutral Noosa is. You can either have a really good time, or a really boring time all depending on the company you keep and your relative level of stokedness.

I met a guy in my room from Amsterdam named Jella (pronounced Yellah) and split a bunch of mince (ground meat) he had just bought for dinner. I found out that when you make burgers, you can put a bunch of crap in the meat before you cook it and it’s awesome. He shoved some sun-dried tomatoes and ricotta cheese into there and spanked them on the grill - no condiments required, as they’re already deeply embedded in the patty. Booyeah!

Must have been the next night that we met some girls from Holland and Germany or something and whatnot. Met an Israeli called Shlomi (sp), and another Israeli girl I had met back in Byron named Naama. It’s funny how you’ll bounce into people many different times on your way up or down this coast. Most people - myself included - stick to a standard few stops which have only a smattering of hostels to choose from. I guess it’s not so strange after all, but I’ve run into several people this way. Anyway, beach, hanging out, the Australian national park, beach party, some people went to the zoo. Dunno. Things. It went by quickly and I’m presently struggling to find an event to highlight. Maybe I should make something up?

The beach party I mentioned there was described unanimously as “pretty lame, but I still had a good time” because we were about four guys and six girls strong, hanging out at the hostel when someone said there was a killer party on the main beach. A couple hours later we caught a cab down there and began searching for this mysterious event. Turns out it was just some jerk’s birthday and his friends went around saying there was a beach party, when it was really only ten dudes getting drunk in some sand. That was the lame part, especially since it was ALL GUYS, and our group already had a seriously awesome girl-guy ratio. C-BLOCK. I felt a ghostly chill when I saw all these guys sitting there and realized that they WERE the “beach party”. You see what I’m saying, yes?

Butt, ass the night progressed things of course loosened up and more people wandered into our growing circle. A gypsy girl even put down her magic glowing juggle string crazy balls she was selling and came over and hung out with us. That’s just how cool we were. A few dudes became naked and ran into the water.

That went on for plenty long. The end of the evening had myself, Jella, and a girl from New Zealand (I forget her name presently, and I feel bad about that. Instead, we can call her Thomas for now.) wandering blindly through the streets of Noosa, trying to find our hostel. Everything’s so stretched out there. Not such an easy task at the time and in our condition. Somehow we managed to get there (not because of me, I was leading us in the totally wrong direction apparently) and we must’ve gone straight to bed.

I did some more body boarding and am getting better. Also getting my “don’t get fried by the deadly sun” technique down. It’s an artful craft. I’m sitting uncomfortably on the floor of a hostel in Rainbow Beach. More about this in the next post, which I have to write immediately also because I’m so behind on my posts. I’ll do my best to slam dunk it tomorrow or perhaps the following day.

Until then…