The possibly deadly spider was nowhere to be seen this morning.
We left Maroochydore jsut after 09:30 and headed back to Noosa Heads via the coast road. We passed a place called Pacific Paradise but we couldn't see the Pacific ocean and frankly it wasn't much like my idea of paradise. Noosa Heads was incredibly busy and we struggled to find a car parking place. We found one that was a 60 minute bay only and made use of it while eating a large breakfast in the sun. When our time was up we tried to move the car into another bay so we could spend some more time in Noosa Heads before arriving in Brisbane. Unfortunately all car parks were crammed and we departed Noosa Heads and headed south again, driving along the coast road towards Brisbane.
Brisbane received us early afternoon and with the threat of war in Iraq and the resultant inflation in petrol prices we began to wish we had opted for the car rental company to refuel the car for a bargainous AUD 0.86 per litre. It will be cheaper for us to buy it ourselves, we naively thought... We refuelled for AUD 0.95 per litre. Oh well. It took a while to find the YHA as we didn't have a useful map in our possession. When we did find it we checked in and immediately cancelled the third nights accommodation as since I had booked the room I checked the time of our outbound flight and found it to be at 00:15 on Tuesday, thereby the requirement to stay for another night had diminished. We would need to be leaving for the airport at about 20:00 to check in for our flight to Singapore.
A wander around Brisbane CBD, searching for a Lonely Planet guide on South East Asia, reviewing the location of a post office from where we will make some collections and deposits on Monday, and a drink in a cafe, also rewarded us with finding a cyber cafe from where we can spend some time updating our journals over the next two days for a reasonable fare. We spent an hour checking e-mails and found we were able to ftp from the cyber cafe so all looks good for a long session of internetting.
I caught up with my journal as the evening drew in and made a telephone call to Dad back home to wish him a happy birthday. I was pleased to hear that he had received his birthday card that I posted from Cairns a week ago. Dinner was a hastily prepared Hogs Breath Cafe effort which wasn't any better than our Hogs Breath Cafe experience in Dubbo. Still, a bottle of beer washed it down nicely...
Ian retired straight away while I sat up reading for a couple of hours, by which time the couple in the room next door had partaken in an intimate act which resulted in their bed coming into contact with the adjoining wall, repeatedly.
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