Southbound

Well I never thought I would be saying this.  It's 2:43am and I  am sitting on a chair at some tables outside the Gold Coast airport.

I didn't really have an option - it was either this, or miss my early morning flight because there's no way I could get here in time for the hour-cut off Tiger Airways inputs on it's flights.  So, here I am.
It's kind of nice.  I'm only wearing a singlet, but everyone else here (all Asians I've noticed) are rugged up to the max haha.  It's actually really pleasant weather.

I fell asleep for a little while on the train.  But not for long.  I'd worked all day and I'm thankful that work-week is over with.  I can now relax and enjoy my five-day weekend down in Sydney.  Just gotta get there yet.

The bus connections after the train were a little interesting.  Being Saturday night on the imfamous Gold Coast, there were drunk kids everywhere.  The driver declared that one chick wasn't getting on his bus in the state she was in.  She kept yelling, "I'm fine!  I won't throw up," but he wasn't budging.

Then when the bus got to Southport, two guys hopped on to ask the driver a question.  I recognised one of the guys.  Clearly that meant he had to be gay haha.  Well, he has really cool hair and I've always thought him to be quite attractive, but I hardly ever see him.  It must have been occasionally throughout the years I've seen him in a club or whatever, but I don't even know his name or who he is.  To see him was quite a surprise.  The driver told his friend that they needed to catch the '700' bus.  I had to laugh to myself, because that's the same connecting bus I needed!  They didn't get on the bus, and I got off the bus a few stops further up, only to await the bus that they would have boarded.  Doh.  Oh well, just how it worked out.  

So currently, I'm outside in the cool air, at the airport.  I dunno where I would have stored my stuff however (if I went out in Surfer's), and I have no idea if I would be able to get to the airport from the club, so I guess it's good to take the safer option.  At least I'm here now.  My flight isn't until 8am.  It's nearly 3am.  Fuck!  Check-in opens at 6am.  I put my head on the table for a while, and I'll probably do it again soon.  If I don't sleep, I'll attempt for the hour I'm on the plane.  This is the shit I have to put up to score a $29.95 flight haha!

The second bus here was absolutely packed from Surfer's Paradise onward until about Miami.  One guy started to throw up (different driver from the first bus) and people were slipping in the slip he spat onto the bus floor.  Luckily I was seated just far enough away!  I had my headphones on, drowning out the drunken partygoers.  It really helped me cope on that trip, as I was completely sober and just an innocent trying to make my way to the airport.  I knew where it was, but I asked the driver just in case and he was nice and stopped at the stop I needed.

This wait is going to be annoying.  Five hours until the flight, and it's only an hour flight!  I might have a sleep.

Oh, some more of the photos from beach came through.  Might as well post them here.






I kind of want to keep writing, cos it's not like there's anything else to do haha.  There's actually probably about 15 other people here waiting for the doors to open.  The Asians next to me are acting a little strange.  I've got my headphones in, listening to my favourite music tracks, and probably not even realising that the typing of my keyboard is annoying to those around me.

I'm looking forward to going for a dive at Bondi Beach, and freaking out when seaweed touches me and I think it's jellyfish instead.  Seems to happen to me at that beach!
I'm assuming I'll have a fair bit of time to myself, as I don't know how long my friend has off work.  Last time I was bored shitless as he dragged me to his work, saying he wouldn't be long, and I spent the next two hours staring at the wall.  I think I'd rather explore the city a little.  I can do my own thing and meet him after.  I'm cool with that.

I don't know what else I'll do in my five days in Sydney.  It's not long, but it's not short.  I'm trying to concentrate on just enjoying the break, and the company.

My music has just changed to 'Drowning' by the Backstreet Boys.  Yup, gay playlist much?  I realised before that I was almost singing out loud along to 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina' :P