We (Antoine [Paris, FRA], Basti [Munich, GER] and Ian [Arizona, USA] and me; Basti and Ian are flatmates) woke up quite early for a Sunday morning (7 am) to take a train to
Mooloolaba, Sunshine Coast. When we bought the tickets we were told that our train will leave from platform 6. The train drove out of the Transit Centre and we realized that we are not on the right path. So we returned to the Transit Centre station, found out that our actual train just left and had to wait an hour for the next one.
Though the train drove in the direction, but not as far as we hoped -- at around 10am we arrived in no man's land Coopaltrou (or sth like that). Still motivated we decided to go to the nearest local beach Bribie Island. Ill-starred we had to found out that every day only 2 busses drive over there: the first at 9am at the second one at 11:45am. To while away our time we went to a restaurant, but were refused to get in because 3 of us were flip flop walkers. So we just walk around and stopped at a petrol station (incl a drive-through bottle shop).
I asked the nice cashier if she knows a place where we can get sth to eat and drink -- she made call, asked if they let us in and showed us the way. We started to think our bad luck left us and took our bus...someone told us the beach should be the terminal stop. After 30min I asked the bus driver when we'll arrive and he told me that the previous stop was the beach -- shit! Swearing like a trooper we jumped out of the bus and took the next cab to return to the beach (4km way). Slowly but surely we would arrive and Basti and Ian were looking forward to improve their surf skills. Ouch! Tiny little waves welcomed us. OK what about some chicks? Nil return, only Aussie families with little kids were around. Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! What the hell!
We bought a ball...played soccer, grappled some beach rugby and had the whole beach for us alone.
Basti, me and Antoine having fun. Basti's major is business and Antoine is as me an IT student.
Me, Basti and Ian. In general Ian takes the photos, but this time, Antoine did his job. One of Ian's units is a photography class.
The old man and the sea.
Before we went back home some gentlemen needed some extra beers to suppress their frustration.
JC hugging Estelle.
Everyone was happy and relaxed.
Beers, Vodka, Whisky etc...the rest is self-explanatory.
Lea, Chris, Estelle, Pierre and JC.
Me and Christine.
Me (mantled in Lea's wool jacket) and Sarah. Sarah just finished her study abroad semester in Melboourne and was on journey through the East Coast.
Around 2:30am in the morning the police knocked on the door. They told us that they received several calls from annoyed people or respectively our nice neighbours complaining about our party banging. They explained us further that thet will engross any noise producing equipment and arrest us, if they'll get another call.
The party was over...means Pierre needs some cheese...he says the French people invented it.
