Week 4 - “I think you’ve lost your head”
Better carry on as I left off, which I believe was Monday of last week, no job and a multi coloured dog. Well, by Monday night I had decided that sitting on my arse and dyeing dogs was getting a bit boring and so I booked myself a ticket to Melbourne for a few days of rest (yeah like I need it) and to catch up with Simon.
I didn’t really get the best of starts as I had unwittingly booked into some sort of 18-30’s, 24 hour shagathon, that got progressively closer and closer to my room and then to my bed. The ultimate in annoying bastards if ever I saw it! Don’t get me wrong I’m all for sex drugs and rock and roll, just not dancing along my bed frame till 5.30am!
Anyway survived the night (just), grabbed my backpack and got the hell out of there. Found another place easily enough and enjoyed Melbourne safe in the knowledge that I actually remembered it, not spent most of my trip zombie'd out from lack of sleep. To be honest when I arrived in Melbourne it seemed like any other major city Ive been to. Plenty of shops, people, noise, cars, fumes, buskers and trams. However for a moment I thought id got off the train in Hong Kong as it is definitely a case of “Spot the Aussie”. The city has a very large population of Oriental residents, and it would appear that sushi has been adopted as the new national dish. Anyway escaped the bustle for a little bit and went to the zoo and aquarium, usual suspects to be found in both places. Especially liked the scuba divers who had the enviable task of feeding the sharks and sting rays. (Sorry, no photos as my camera battery ran out) Bugger! Also walked into a street party for Honnika which was interesting, especially when Simon and I noticed an extremely funny Chinese guy dancing like a nutter, whilst trying to wrap himself round some unfortunate woman, who attempted with little success to calm his acrobatics down, just enough to escape.
What I can remember of the rest of the week from my wine overdosed brain, is coming last in crazy golf, go-karting and the annoying card game called shit head. So there you go, I’m officially a loser, but a happy one.
Friday, went out (again). Missed out Saturday. Surfaced again Sunday where we went for some stubbies and wine in the Sandbar. At this point, I feel I must explain. Sunday was meant to be an alcohol free day of fun and games. Go-karting being the first. However after racing round the track at breakneck (as in ‘break ur neck’) speeds, having our bodies crunched and thrown all over the place, attempting illegal 180’s and 360’s on the course whilst having to where cringe worthy hairnets and someone else’s sweaty spare trainers, we were all pretty shaken up and hysterical with laughter. But the real clincher for me, that sent me over the edge of my usually solid nerves and straight to the bar, was my almost decapitation via Simon’s go-kart crashing into the back of mine at an alarming speed. He hit me so hard that my helmet and sunglasses flew off my head, over Simon’s head and somewhere on a grass verge. As you can imagine it was a fantastic sight and I’m sure the guy in charge (who subsequently retrieved my helmet and sunnies and whilst smiling said “I think you’ve lost your head”) had never seen the likes of before.
So another bizarre end to my week, never knowing what each day has in store for me or knowing who Im gonna meet or where Im gonna be is deliciously addictive, so much so that I will find it extremely difficult to go back to a normal life again.
Better carry on as I left off, which I believe was Monday of last week, no job and a multi coloured dog. Well, by Monday night I had decided that sitting on my arse and dyeing dogs was getting a bit boring and so I booked myself a ticket to Melbourne for a few days of rest (yeah like I need it) and to catch up with Simon.
I didn’t really get the best of starts as I had unwittingly booked into some sort of 18-30’s, 24 hour shagathon, that got progressively closer and closer to my room and then to my bed. The ultimate in annoying bastards if ever I saw it! Don’t get me wrong I’m all for sex drugs and rock and roll, just not dancing along my bed frame till 5.30am!
Anyway survived the night (just), grabbed my backpack and got the hell out of there. Found another place easily enough and enjoyed Melbourne safe in the knowledge that I actually remembered it, not spent most of my trip zombie'd out from lack of sleep. To be honest when I arrived in Melbourne it seemed like any other major city Ive been to. Plenty of shops, people, noise, cars, fumes, buskers and trams. However for a moment I thought id got off the train in Hong Kong as it is definitely a case of “Spot the Aussie”. The city has a very large population of Oriental residents, and it would appear that sushi has been adopted as the new national dish. Anyway escaped the bustle for a little bit and went to the zoo and aquarium, usual suspects to be found in both places. Especially liked the scuba divers who had the enviable task of feeding the sharks and sting rays. (Sorry, no photos as my camera battery ran out) Bugger! Also walked into a street party for Honnika which was interesting, especially when Simon and I noticed an extremely funny Chinese guy dancing like a nutter, whilst trying to wrap himself round some unfortunate woman, who attempted with little success to calm his acrobatics down, just enough to escape.
What I can remember of the rest of the week from my wine overdosed brain, is coming last in crazy golf, go-karting and the annoying card game called shit head. So there you go, I’m officially a loser, but a happy one.
Friday, went out (again). Missed out Saturday. Surfaced again Sunday where we went for some stubbies and wine in the Sandbar. At this point, I feel I must explain. Sunday was meant to be an alcohol free day of fun and games. Go-karting being the first. However after racing round the track at breakneck (as in ‘break ur neck’) speeds, having our bodies crunched and thrown all over the place, attempting illegal 180’s and 360’s on the course whilst having to where cringe worthy hairnets and someone else’s sweaty spare trainers, we were all pretty shaken up and hysterical with laughter. But the real clincher for me, that sent me over the edge of my usually solid nerves and straight to the bar, was my almost decapitation via Simon’s go-kart crashing into the back of mine at an alarming speed. He hit me so hard that my helmet and sunglasses flew off my head, over Simon’s head and somewhere on a grass verge. As you can imagine it was a fantastic sight and I’m sure the guy in charge (who subsequently retrieved my helmet and sunnies and whilst smiling said “I think you’ve lost your head”) had never seen the likes of before.
So another bizarre end to my week, never knowing what each day has in store for me or knowing who Im gonna meet or where Im gonna be is deliciously addictive, so much so that I will find it extremely difficult to go back to a normal life again.
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