Ben dropped us off at the train station around lunch and we made our way into Brisbane, arriving around 130pm. For some reason, when we arrived, I decided that I would be able to navigate our way to the hostel using only the memory of what i'd seen on google maps and the position of the sun - WRONG! Despite getting thoroughly lost, we had a good laugh as I was given 15 minutes to find the place, so it was a race against the clock; kind of like our very own version of The Amazing Race. Eventually we actually looked at the map and found our way to Woodduck Backpackers. The hostel is nice, if a little simple. Brisbane on the other hand is duller than scuffed dirt; We went into town to meet a guy we had met in the hostel in surfers paradise, and headed to a few bars, all of which were frequented by maybe six people. In light of this we decided to call it a night and arranged to meet a couple of days later as we were all on the same tour to Fraser Island.
Sunday 22 May 2011
Bris-bane of my existence
Sunday 15th May
Ben dropped us off at the train station around lunch and we made our way into Brisbane, arriving around 130pm. For some reason, when we arrived, I decided that I would be able to navigate our way to the hostel using only the memory of what i'd seen on google maps and the position of the sun - WRONG! Despite getting thoroughly lost, we had a good laugh as I was given 15 minutes to find the place, so it was a race against the clock; kind of like our very own version of The Amazing Race. Eventually we actually looked at the map and found our way to Woodduck Backpackers. The hostel is nice, if a little simple. Brisbane on the other hand is duller than scuffed dirt; We went into town to meet a guy we had met in the hostel in surfers paradise, and headed to a few bars, all of which were frequented by maybe six people. In light of this we decided to call it a night and arranged to meet a couple of days later as we were all on the same tour to Fraser Island.
Ben dropped us off at the train station around lunch and we made our way into Brisbane, arriving around 130pm. For some reason, when we arrived, I decided that I would be able to navigate our way to the hostel using only the memory of what i'd seen on google maps and the position of the sun - WRONG! Despite getting thoroughly lost, we had a good laugh as I was given 15 minutes to find the place, so it was a race against the clock; kind of like our very own version of The Amazing Race. Eventually we actually looked at the map and found our way to Woodduck Backpackers. The hostel is nice, if a little simple. Brisbane on the other hand is duller than scuffed dirt; We went into town to meet a guy we had met in the hostel in surfers paradise, and headed to a few bars, all of which were frequented by maybe six people. In light of this we decided to call it a night and arranged to meet a couple of days later as we were all on the same tour to Fraser Island.
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