Just Hold On Tight
Airlie Beach Travel Blog› entry 11 of 11 › view all entries
July 24th, 2009 – by: bdstans
I had a good setup in Cairns, but i don't know, something just felt off--awkward. I think my hostess must have sensed the same thing because she asked how soon i'd like to go to the Whitsundays and the next day she had me all setup to catch a ride with her friend down to Airlie Beach where i'd stay with another pair of her friends until i felt like leaving. Man that was a long sentence. Oh and by the way, i misunderstood her intentions before when i said i'd have her house all to myself with no responsibilities. She actually said something about staying with her friends that got lost in her accent and i smiled and nodded, not having a clue what she had said.
Tuesday afternoon i waited on the side of her road with my bags and my guitar; waited for her friend and his "big truck." After a good 20 minutes i heard the low rumble of a diesel engine. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, but it surely sounded like a "big truck." Just then a huge Mack truck pulled through an alley it didn't seem like it should be able to fit through and turned onto the road looking severely lost and out of place. My, that is a big truck. It is not lost, however; it is in fact right where it should be, thanks to me. The driver stepped out and introduced himself. Ron. A fat, old, smelly trucker with really short shorts. Yes! it just doesn't get any more perfect than that my friends. David, remember really short shorts guy in Switzerland? Yeah...exactly. Only plus fat and smelly and difficult to understand.
We load up my bags and i climb in. the cockpit of this thing is like a small airplane; switches and gauges are everywhere. I would say that seat belts are optional, but something has to actually exist for it to be an option. Good so i'll be really safe if Mr. Ron decides to fall asleep at the wheel. After picking up Ron's loaded trailer we headed south to Townsville. Ron dropped me at Gary's house for the night as his truck, thankfully, only sleeps one. Gary is another one of my former hostess' friends.
After some cereal with frozen milk the next morning Gary dropped me at Ron's truck, which was in the process of being reloaded. This is where i definitely didn't realize i had left amy's camera (yet again) in Gary's car. Gary left and i sat around and listened to some tunes while the truck was laoded. I ate a sandwich and drank some chocolate milk.
you're looking at pictures which means i got it back, so stop yelling at me, Amy. I always get it back.
Ron dropped me in Proserpine and continued south. I caught a bus to Airlie and called Jason and Dora, my new hosts. My new fantastic hosts. My new, very easy going, laid back, our home is your home hosts. I asked them what i'd be doing to earn my keep and they just shrugged at me. "Whatever, mate; we might think of something. We're happy to have you here. just relax and do what you want." Wow, really? Don't mind if i do.
Airlie Beach is beautiful. It's much smaller than Cairns and has a better feel and atmosphere to it. There's just as many things to do too so no worries there. PLUS it has a much more impressive fake lagoon...which is key, if you like fake lagoons...i guess. So Jason works on Hamilton Island, the fancy, resort-ridden island in the Whitsunday group. This translates to free trips on the ferry to Hamilton Island whenever i feel like it. Why thank you.
Next week i am going to try and book a sailing/snorkeling trip around the islands and the reef. that should yield plenty of jealousy inducing photos. Life is rough here in Airlie Beach. Gee i hope i can suffer through it.
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