28th April 2008

Joff left early and failed to die after falling out of a plane so we rejoiced, ate breakfast, chilled, then caught minivan to greyhound station. Randomly, Daniella and Barry were there so we were like "hey". Barry did sky dive yesterday as well, which explained why we was looking a bit rough... as he'd been drinking ever since. We leaped on to our greyhound bus, and took the 2 hour ride to Cairns where we got dumped off somewhere random and everyone thought we were crazy that we expected there to be a mini-van from our hostel, even though every other hostel had one... Turned out Gilligans was only round the corner so we went there, checked in, and WOW, it's like a hotel but 4 bed-dorm style, really nice. Met a guy called Nick who went for dinner with, though he was a bit odd, but quite chipper for the list of horrendous things that have happened to him. He was in hospital for 2 weeks in sydney because all he ate was KFC and McDonalds... his fault really, he got mugged at knife point in Brisbane, and escaped by leaping into the river?! Something else horrendous happened as well, can't remember what though, he was a bit of a young naive lad, and when we found out he'd come from boarding school we thought that may account for it. He went back to the room and Joff, et I went for 1 drink in the hostel bar, which was HUGE, posh and quite empty, but then there was a free drinks hour and it descended into anarchy and we ended up in a very popular and packed bar/club that I can't quite remember the name of, wool shed? Something like that, was a bit jank in there and I was tired so headed back.

27th April 2008

Got out lateish and took free mini van to Mission beach itself. We did the normal hacky sack then spent about an hour breaking open a coconut, fibris exterior and all, to drink milk and eat. Then back to town for lunch then grabbed van back after I broke the village cash machine.

Had pasta in evening, after joff had carried it across half of Australia. And relaxed, played scrabble and caught up with journal (though obviously not very well as I'm writing this 4 weeks after it happened). Joff also booked his suicide attempt for tomorrow.

26th April 2008

Took a long Greyhound to Mission Beach, got picked up, long way to Treehouse hostel. Mostly open and in the middle of a forest. Relaxed, board games everywhere, music etc. Bumped into london/indian girl from Eureka II. Joff and I were epic tired, collapsed on sofas and then slept with many insects.