I'm NOT okay with corners....

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Abbey road style photo of me on Surfers beach

Today the room cleared of people, bleary-eyed and hung over, cramming the sea of clothes back into rucksacks and stumbling into the light. We left our bags in reception and wandered down to Surfers for breakfast and to formulate a new plan of action. We booked a Greyhound bus to Brisbane and a hostel in New Farm suburb nearby, then caught the free hostel bus to the coach terminal and waited to move on. I generally have had pretty rude service from people here and I've discovered that rudeness is a major bugbear for me, so I was pleased when the bus driver laughed at our scrappy notepaper with scribbled ticket references, instead of being sarcastic or condescending like I have often had.

Megha with 'Something about Mary' hair
We had a little stop-start incident as we pulled out of the bus bay, we presumed he'd not spotted a car passing behind us and as he clunked and scraped the gears I joked that maybe he'd been drinking.

10 minutes out of Surfers we swung round a corner and there was an almighty crash from behind us. We all spun round to see this couple blinking back at us covered in glass. The driver had passed too close to a traffic light on the corner and it had sheared through the pane of glass showering them in tiny shards. We were all pretty shocked, but helped to pull them out of the glass spray and brush as much of the glass off their faces, hair and clothes as possible. We wondered if we ought to call the police in case the driver had been drinking, but the couple had to get to the airport so we had to push on.
Our rucksack man
From that point onwards we couldn't relax; every corner, every clunk of the clutch, every hard brake. I wasn't okay with corners...

We arrived on time amazingly, and took a taxi to the hostel as we were meant to be surprising my best friend George with her boyfriend Adam in town. The surburb of New Town seems nice, like a mini Crouch End and the hostel was cool with big fans, painted walls and a hammock. Arriving in our room we chatted with two of the girls there and discovered a common preoccupation with our recent break-ups so we all commiserated with each other before rushing off into town.

We met at Grand Central Hotel bar on a hot, sticky night and as we walked towards the bar George jumped up and stood in the street, hand on hip, eyes narrowed at our sneakiness, before a squawky reunion and lots of hugging. We drank several bottles of wine and all talked over each other, had shots of tequila before wobbling home in taxis..

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Abbey road style photo of me on Su…
Abbey road style photo of me on S…
Megha with Something about Mary …
Megha with 'Something about Mary'…
Our rucksack man
Our rucksack man
Surfers Paradise setting up for th…
Surfers Paradise setting up for t…
The shattered window
The shattered window
The survivors under the sheared gl…
The survivors under the sheared g…
The girls: George, Megha and me at…
The girls: George, Megha and me a…
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