Nooser

Yup that's what the Brit folks call it. In reality it's Noosa and it was one of the best places yet in Aussie. It's basically a high class surf town set next to a beautiful rainforest national park with some good surf. Not good surfers (at least me).

We got into Noosa last Monday or something and I know that you have missed reading my updates but I have just been quite busy and unable to find the time in the day to place myself in front of the computer. In the past I have lived in front of these all consuming machines but today I find myself free of all attachment to technology or reality. No mobile phone, no laptop, these are things I couldn't have imagined only about 6 weeks ago but now I don't see the reliance that I once had returning. Anyway I bought that surf board in Brisbane off some lucky roulette winnings and I finally got a chance to put it to use after a short stopover in Mooloolaba. The only thing memorable about this town was a great spaghetti bolognese dinner with about 6 of my travel compatriots. I feel myself thinking more and more the way Ignatius J Reilly did but cannot seem to get it down through typing.

Showing up at 8:30am at a full hostel leaves much time to fill before knowing if you will have a place to stay that night. Luckily the Halse Lodge only a hop, skip, and a jump from the beach had many supplied activities. Namely ping pong. After the short stint on the table in Surfer's we went at it with a renewed vigor that we didn't know we had in ourselves. Between the Danes, Americans, English, and one crazy Dutch girl the ping pong table was a source of amusement for the 5 nights we had there. Whoa what rallies.

A night of the OC and the lesbian kiss on Tuesday.

Surfing was rad. First chance to try the board and I have got to say I looked damn good laying on that thing for hours at a time. We went to a point off of Tea Tree Bay every day and the breaks were gorgeous on about 3-4 ft waves. Perfect curls all the way down. The unlucky part is that I only caught about 3 waves a day and they were the shit waves that nobody wanted or pulled out of. So yeah I layed out there on the board and got a tan. I guess that's being one with the ocean. John (the Pope) tore it up. He's from SoCal so I expected it but I wasn't prepared for the show that he put on. Good shit. Lots of rocks under the water about a foot from your board and I think I got about 100 minor cuts. Luckily the ocean is a healing mother and she closed the wounds as quickly as she opened them. I progressed somewhat over the 3 days of surfing but I think I will still need a little time with the board to get truly acquainted.

I ran one morning because I am feeling very out of shape and slothlike. I think it was about 8k next to the ocean in the hot sticky forest air and it took like 55 minutes. I was certainly not impressed and vowed to get more exercise in. I have failed miserably at this but at least it was a good thought.

Beautiful wine country. Yes, we went for a wine tasting and loved every moment of it. I tried all kinda stuff from this beautiful country and got a little buzz after my 3rd wine tasting of the day. The third one luckily had free bread and dip so that was dinner for the night. I tried a sparkling Shiraz which is quite interesting. Red wine champagne kinda thing. Pretty far out there.

One night out at the Rocks after our German roomies told us to go "make party" was quite amazing. Danced the night away in the cheesiest crappy music palying little place I have ever seen. And this place was supposed to be hot.

Amazing sunsets. Laid back lifestyle. Comparable to Santa Barbara JP says. Another good place to open a burrito stand. Speaking of burritos one night I decided we needed a fiesta so I showed them an all out American Burrito fest. I tried to find Rotel stuff too but to no avail. They have no cheeses that melt well. Well the bus was here but if I had to pick a place in Oz to live for awhile this would be it. Highly recommended to all you fools. Ta Da. Jo taught me that.