SUNNY C

FULL OF VITAMAN D. So much so that I am now a walking red blob.

So this weekend we took a visit to Mooloolaba, a beautiful spot on the Sunshine Coast.

Yep thats me and Jo acting like we know how to surf.

Mooloolaba felt like what I always imagined Oz to be. Surfers, tanned people everywhere, muscly men playing volleyball on the beach, juice bars and most importantly; a beach which is reachable from any point in the town. It was just what we wanted. Everyone was feeling a bit homesick or run down when we left Griffith, but the Sunshine Coast worked it's magic.

The weekend got even better when my flat mates turned up, along with Musti. We ended up in a club which was full of strange people, (including a bisexual who had a boyfriend but decided to hit on Naomi) and stank of cheese. Even stranger, it was called 'The Wharf Tavern' but everyone calls it 'Fridays'. You think this is because it's amazing on a Friday night right? Wrong. It's best night is Thursday....told you it's backwards.

Anyway we still had a good night together and a beautiful day today.

I had my first typical traveller's situation, where you meet someone in a random place, who happens to live 20 minutes away from your home town. I was embarrassingly excited. It was a guy from Watford who over heard my 'good pommie accent'. He moved here two years ago and has picked up the Aussie twang, so at first I didn't pick up on the fact he was British. Then he revealed he was a Watford boy! Back at the hostel there were a few guys from Croydon too which isn't that far, but they kind of made me feel a bit sick so wasn't as excited about that. They were the type of people who are proud to drink from 10am till 5am the next day and end up wetting themselves (or worse). Jo also met a girl from Plymouth, and her being such a proud Plymothian, it made her night. Maybe even her weekend.

Me, Giac and Jo shared a room with a German guy called Matteus. He has come to the end of his travels after doing a semester abroad at the Sunshine Coast University and is heading home this Tuesday. It made me realise again how quick my time will go. He also reminded me what a banging tan I'll have by the time I go home because he did not look German anymore! We also met two Scottish girls, best friends in fact. They only have four weeks left in Australia which is shame because they were so lovely. 

It's funny how many people come and go in hostels. Some people stay for weeks or months, some only for a day; but still that one hostel will be part of so many people's memory. They usually arn't too shabby either. I don't mind them at all.

Anyway, this trip definitely cured my lingering home sickness! A beach does wonders.