Australia - Part 4

A new day dawned which thanks to the events of the night before, the impact of Daylight Saving Time and the rain was rather unwelcome as they all nursed hangovers of varying horror and looked forward to a day of travelling with similar levels of dread.

The taxi driver was no doubt delighted to learn so much about the goings on of the night before although perhaps not as delighted as our subject who had somehow wangled to ride in the front with some space whilst Nigel rode in the cramped back with our subject’s rucksack in his lap.

The flight to Brisbane was relatively painless but then the JetStar computers all broke down and their systems went to utter hell in a hand-basket so the hour in Brisbane airport rapidly expanded into 4 very long and dull hours, fortunately Dogs was there to finally join the party which improved matters somewhat at least.

Having eventually made it to Airlie Beach (ironically it does not have a beach) they quickly donned their glad rags and headed into town to try and rustle up some “crew” and as everyone knows the best place to rustle up experienced crew is from the crowds of gap year students to be found in the hostel bars although inexplicably on this clearly very rare occasion they did not prove fertile grounds for the press gang.