townsville (dos)

Don't ask why I'm counting in Spanish. I wouldn't have the faintest idea as to why the hell I'm doing it. That pretty much goes for most things that I do actually.

Saturday (Day Two):

Geez, as I sit here and think about it, I actually have very vague recollections of what actually happened on Saturday. I woke up. Eventually. I would've easily been the last of the four to wake up. I think the others managed to go for a swim in the pool (which had a damn awesome view... just like our balcony in fact, just not as high, funnily enough) before I even stirred.

Ooh I remember now. After getting harassed (both verbally and physically) by my hungry companions, I managed to get our of bed and get ready, before we headed out to find a quick breakfast and supplies for the rest of the stay. It was another stinker of a day, but luckily this time I had the genius idea of wearing shorts. We bought a lot of crap at the local Bi-Lo, considering it was Saturday and we were leaving on Monday. Not to mention the arguments and indecisions involved with picking stuff. How the hell was I meant to know the difference between fruit juice and fruit drink? Who cares if it's reconstituted or regurgitated or whatever... Glad we all managed to agree on the Raspberry Splits. Mmm.

Back at the apartment it was straight into the pool for me - I hadn't gone for a dip yet, and Paul came along too. Stormy set out to explore the city in the hunt for souvenirs. Who knows what Ray got up to back in the apartment. Following that, I made lunch. Yes, I am awesome. Sure, it was two minute noodles (my specialty dish, and probably the only one not requiring a microwave), but for 15 minutes there, I actually felt like I could cook.

After that it was time to gear up in our supporters gear and it was off to get the bus to Dairy Farmers stadium to go see what we were up there for - the Cowboys vs Storm match. I liked the feel of the stadium, it was as if it hadn't bowed down to the commercialism that other stadiums had gone through. Rather than having a big catering services company, they had like the local Rotary clubs etc doing the catering. They had a carnival thing for the kids in one corner, with rides and stuff. I got fairy floss from there. We were treated with skydivers, fireworks, cheerleaders, as well as a dodgy local cover band. The game itself was pretty good, a close one that went to the visitors. Wasn't the best performance from either team though. Amusing was the cha-ching sounds that came over the speakers everytime Ray Cashmere made a hit-up, as well as playing Big Girls Don't Cry when Billy Slater copped an accidental Thurston finger to the eye.

After the game we caught a cab back to the apartment (it was quicker and easier for the four of us compared to queueing up for the bus), got changed and headed out to check out the Jupiters Casino. It was really close to the apartment, but unless we wanted to swim there we had to walk around to it. Same as any other casino, it managed to keep us occupied until midnight or so. After that, we considered going out into the city to check out the nightlife but we were tired and were planning to be up early on Sunday morning to head to Magnetic Island, so decided to head back to the apartment and chill out. Once again I can't actually remember anything after that. No joke. I think I remember being hungry.