Well my last week in Brisbane was something of the "interesting" proportions. Not too much of excitement value, but a few good stories none the less. Unfortunately, no pictures were taken this week...so bare with me.
It was the week to do laundry...I had the day off and made sure I fit the most I could into that day. Unfortunately...after I had completed washing my clothes and hanging them on the line...it started to rain. Yipeeee.
Therefore I left all my clothes on the line, because...well...I didn't want to pay the extra to put them in the dryer. So I left the for a full day and then some. Finally, the next day I realized the clothes would probably dry better inside my room. So, I went to collect them all. To my grand surprise...or unsurprise...one of my shirts was missing.
I begin looking around the area...scowering the small corners...still nothing. Then it dawns on me. Oh...I guess someone stole my shirt.
Funny enough...this is a shirt that screams ME...it's the brightest colour I could find and therefore...slightly ugly...buuuut....it's of a very cool place in Asia...Vang Vieng Laos. So some "cool" person decided to steal this neon bright shirt just because of the name...great...thanks...well...atleast that's less laundry and more space for other items.
The other few days during the week were normal is as normal does...nothing exciting...go to work...make sandwiches...talk to the customers...chat with the cute girls and then come back to the hostel.
Now, as you know...hostels can have their upsides and their downsides. Upsides for me...within walking distance to everything important in Brisbane, free wireless internet and you can always meet new people who come to the hostel. Downsides...share room with seven other people, stuff gets stolen, and the possibility that someone decides to have sex in the room.
I'd heard stories of people, having experience the drunk couple who stumble in at night and decide it would be a good idea to make the animal with two backs while there is a room full of seven or eight other people...pretty classy...I on the other hand had never witnessed that, so I always thought they were funny stories.
Then one night...after a long day...I decided to take it easy and go to bed earlier. I'm normally a heavy sleeper and especially after living in a hostel for quite some time...I'm used to alot more disruptive entrances...but this one will still remain a first.
I'm asleep and I can still remember the dream I was having...it's back in the colonial days and I'm a member on this old wooden ship as were going to explore the new lands...all of a sudden an enormous storm arises and the ship is shaking like crazy...swaying back and forth...people are getting thrown overboard...I try and make a move to get out of the way...and the ship violently shakes and I'm thrown over board...I'm falling into the water...then I wake up.
Huh? what's this?...my beds shaking too?
Then I hear the muffled voices...and it finally dawns on me...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I chuckle to myself...thinking how weird that dream was because of what's actually happening.
Oh...I forgot to mention...I'm on the top bunk and the monster with two backs is beneath me. Because I'm on the top...it shakes, wobbles and moves much more then say closer to the ground.
I'm not going to be some loser nerd who's going to yell at the couple...like I've heard people do in the past...so I make the best of the situation and imaging myself on an enormous rocking chair...and funnily enough...I become very relaxed...with the slight rocking and the harmonic breathing and sounds coming below me.
It's almost like an orchestra conducting a sleep rhythm...because I fell asleep very quickly after that. It was better than counting sheep...even though I wouldn't recommend this sleep treatment to anyone.
Ahhh yes...those are the beautiful stories that I'll be able to recount to my Gran kids about my glorious little travels across the world. Never a dull moment.
Still this next week will be much more eventful.
I bought tickets to a 30 band music festival...I'm very excited and hope the hype is as good as the festival...definitely something I've never done back home.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment