Trip to Hervey Bay - Night 31

I awoke around 4 am with a sewing needle stabbing me in the ass. Apparently someone had left one on/in the mattress I had stolen and set outside to sleep on. Son of bitch that hurt. I managed to squeeze out another hour of marginally sound sleep before waking for good. Showered, packed my bags and said good bye to the CVA volunteer house. I caught the 7:45 Greyhound from the Roma Street Station bound for Hervey Bay. Hands down the most comfortable bus I have ever been on, that and I had an open seat next to me. In front and to the right of me sat a Methuselah of a man who would fall asleep every ten minutes and then awaken suddenly and make some sort of jibberish, grunting noise and promptly pass back out. Just amazing. Seriously, who are these people? These strange, aged characters who seem to flock to public transport, libraries, and flea markets. Is this what will happen to me in fifty years if I don’t adequately pad my 401k upon returning from this odyssey?

We arrived in Hervey Bay around the one

Next Backpacker, Hervey Bay

o’clock hour, whereupon I hitched a ride with the Next Backpackers Bus back to the hostel. After signing some paper work we were treated to a rousing overview of our Fraser Island trip by Troy, a guide for the tour company. Our group consists of eight women and three men.

The Roster:
Rob, England – 30
Laura, England – 29
Rebecca, England – 22
Amy, England – 22
Elaine, Ireland – 25
Marie, Ireland – 25
Hannah, Germany – 19
Jana, Germany – 19
Aaron, Canada – 22
Morgan, Canada – 22

Hervey Bay

Everyone threw in $20 for food and after some deliberating decided on a menu for the next few days. Rob and I agreed to do the shopping. Buying food for eleven people sounds much easier than it really is. Not only did we forget the sausages but we blew the budget by $60. We are all on our own for buying alcohol and sunscreen, the only two true necessaries on Fraser.

What I Learned Today: Americans just don’t seem to travel well. Of the 40 or so travelers I have met so far on this trip, only one of them has been an American, whereas the British seem to be everywhere.

written by

exumenius on November 10, 2007 from Maryborough, Australia

from the travel blog: Kiwis and Kangaroos

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