So many things happened. But the truly very shitty internet outposts I saw during the last weeks were everything but inviting me to catch up with you here. So what happend after Noosa ... oh boy, here we go!
As I mentioned we wanted to see Fraser Island, we only had one day so we booked an organised tour and therefore got picked up at 6.00am right in front of our hostel in Noosa (the car stayed there for the day). We had to take a ferry and disembarked with out 4wd bus directly at the beach. The day itself was very packed although we felt that we missed out on a lot of things because of the high tide. It was raining a couple of times, too. But at the most important spot, Lake McKenzie we had pure sunshine and the 7th best swim in the world - so we were told.
That night we headed to Brisbane, where me met Greg in the city and followed him to his house. It was so nice staying in such a friendly environment, where there was just no need to keep all valuables with us because of random people sleeping in the same dorms! We spontaneously were invited (or not?) to a party of a fried of Greg (or one of his friends) and had a big night with at least some true Aussies. On Saturday morning I dropped Farhad off at the airport and than started giving Greg some exercise, for more than four hours we walked through Bisbane and even disovered the true size of it's Botanic Gardens. Later we went out for dinner with the
Trustpastlovers and followed
them to their favourite habitat, a bar in the valley. We stayed to long in regard to our flight the next morning!
Dropping off the car at the airport and flying to Cairns just went fine. And so, only a few hours later, still Sunday morning, we were sitting in one of Cairns many tourists' offices (the only official one) and wanted to check out accomodation. We ended up booking a five dive dive course. We were so tired that it just happened.
It turned out to be a very good decision, the offer was nice. We had two days of training in the pool and then three days on a diveboat out at the Great Barrier Reef. Luckily we decided to do the German course wish helped us into a group of four people with one instructor. It was nothing but fun!
When it came to the boat trip the next cyclone, Larry, was just in front of the coast and so it wasn't sure that we would go out. But as it was predicted he would hit the mainland 500km up north we boarded and had a very rough ride out, leading to half the passengers standing on the deck puking!
Learning under these conditions gave us a lot of self esteems and so it was strange but very very nice to go down as a buddy pair
with nobody else but my sister! Our ten open water dives (including a very cool night dive) just went by and sooner than expected we were back in Cairns. The rocking in our head stayed for another two days.
We had four complete days left in Cairns and wanted nothing but to chill out. The wet season wasn't really over anyway, so we had to cope with quite a few heavy showers that demotivated us to do any more daytrips. The weather got way better on the last to days so that we could move our relaxed bodies into the sun, to the water. We spent a fair bit of time with our
very cool mates from the boat, starting off with a long
party on Saturday. Hope I'll see some of them again!
Then it came to another early checkout and within the blink of an eye we were back an our way to Sydney, partly even back on the way to Germany! Yesterday I hugged
my sister goodbye and sent her off, she's back in Frankfurt already!
So I am back in Sydney now, for a couple of days. Actually I am sleeping not only in the very same hostel but also in the very same bed as during the first weeks here. Isn't that crazy?
