The next morning I felt strangely well, the hostel laid on free breakfast so I ate and had a shower. When Caroline appeared she looked quite worse for wear, I’m not sure what she got up to with Tim and apparently she doesn’t recall a lot of the evening but she was very aware of the swollen ankle that she had acquired from buggering around in a skate park. In hindsight she asked why I didn’t step in and stop her from drinking so much (in a jovial fashion), I explained (again, in a jovial fashion) that it’s effort enough looking after my own welfare, let alone someone elses!
In light of Caroline’s plight we decided to chill at Apollo Bay and stay at the hostel for another night.
The weather had turned really nice, so I hung around at the hostel and went on the Internet for a bit.
Later that afternoon I bumped into a nice girl, whose name I don’t recall because it was so weird. At first I thought she was Irish because she was speaking with an Irish accent, but I discovered that she was actually from Perth (Aus, not Scotland) but her ex-boyfriend was Irish and she had spent a few years in Ireland. To confuse things even further, she looked Asian, this was due to the fact that her mum is Japanese and she was born in Japan; for reference her dad was German… very strange!
Anyway, for lack of anything better to do we decided to go up to the local lookout together, it’s called Mariners Lookout and rightly so, since you get an amazing view not only of Apollo Bay but the entire coastline!
When we got back to the hostel Caroline was feeling a little better and was practising her guitar with a Samoan chap; the guy in charge of the hostel was also getting stuff together for a BBQ, which was an unexpected surprise! I went down the bottle shop and got a few beers with some other English guy that was at the hostel, so for the next hour or so everybody ate steak and sausages from the BBQ and drank beer, which was nice.
By the time the evening was drawing in the weather was starting to get a little bit chilly, so the hostel guy lit up a fire in the garden. Eventually people started wandering off and I ended up sitting around chatting with the Samoan chap and some other cyclist bloke who had just arrived.
The Samoan guy was really nice, getting on a bit, but one of these perpetual traveller types I think. The cyclist, unbelievably, had cycled all the way from Perth and was on his way to his home town of Newcastle (just North of Sydney)! To put that in perspective, the total distance he will cover is more than the entire width of Australia; to get from Perth to Adelaide he had to cycle (laden with luggage) across the Nullarbor, this is a massive expansive of nothing but desert between Perth and Adelaide, some people are reluctant to even drive across it!
Anyway, after enough beer and conversation I went to bed.
In light of Caroline’s plight we decided to chill at Apollo Bay and stay at the hostel for another night.
The weather had turned really nice, so I hung around at the hostel and went on the Internet for a bit.
Later that afternoon I bumped into a nice girl, whose name I don’t recall because it was so weird. At first I thought she was Irish because she was speaking with an Irish accent, but I discovered that she was actually from Perth (Aus, not Scotland) but her ex-boyfriend was Irish and she had spent a few years in Ireland. To confuse things even further, she looked Asian, this was due to the fact that her mum is Japanese and she was born in Japan; for reference her dad was German… very strange!
Anyway, for lack of anything better to do we decided to go up to the local lookout together, it’s called Mariners Lookout and rightly so, since you get an amazing view not only of Apollo Bay but the entire coastline!
When we got back to the hostel Caroline was feeling a little better and was practising her guitar with a Samoan chap; the guy in charge of the hostel was also getting stuff together for a BBQ, which was an unexpected surprise! I went down the bottle shop and got a few beers with some other English guy that was at the hostel, so for the next hour or so everybody ate steak and sausages from the BBQ and drank beer, which was nice.
By the time the evening was drawing in the weather was starting to get a little bit chilly, so the hostel guy lit up a fire in the garden. Eventually people started wandering off and I ended up sitting around chatting with the Samoan chap and some other cyclist bloke who had just arrived.
The Samoan guy was really nice, getting on a bit, but one of these perpetual traveller types I think. The cyclist, unbelievably, had cycled all the way from Perth and was on his way to his home town of Newcastle (just North of Sydney)! To put that in perspective, the total distance he will cover is more than the entire width of Australia; to get from Perth to Adelaide he had to cycle (laden with luggage) across the Nullarbor, this is a massive expansive of nothing but desert between Perth and Adelaide, some people are reluctant to even drive across it!
Anyway, after enough beer and conversation I went to bed.