Work hard to play hard. That’s one of my favorite sayings and something I try to live by. Day 30 of my journey was a good example.
I went in to work and, I’ll be honest, I had other things on my mind – Cairns to be specific. There was work that needed to be done and I knew I just had to get through it then I was off for one of the greatest weekends of my life. With that said, work was relatively relaxing. I made some charts for uniform orders for all the different sport teams at the Uni. In the midst of that project, I got called into the conference room. Apparently, two of the workers are leaving and they threw a farewell party. There was cake – obviously. It felt exactly like the Jim Gaffigan reference to cake. Here’s the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-o-u4IwXkbE. Watch the whole video. “I don’t really know those people. Wait, there’s cake? I guess I should say goodbye.”
After a little more work on that project, I took a lunch and then was given the rest of the day off. I came back ready to work and then my supervisor was just sort of looking at me and finally asked, “What are you still doing here?” I asked if they had anything more for me to work on and she insisted no. I asked one more time then half the office yelled at me to leave. It was pretty funny. I love the Aussie work environment. However, in my hurry to get back to the apartment, I got on the wrong bus and it ended up taking me about 2.5 hours but I made it…eventually.
I finished up packing and was ready to go. The anticipation was killing me. We flew out with Qantas – the official Australian airline. I had heard about some people who flew to Sydney on it and they all raved about it, I was pretty excited. Honestly though, it wasn’t much different. I guess the only real cool part was the fact that they gave us all drumstick ice cream cones after our dinner. Ice cream is the way to my heart and they got to it. We touched down at about 10:30 and then had about a half-hour commute to Gilligan’s Hotel and Resort.
Calling it a hotel and resort might be the overstatement of the year. It was a hostile. It was alright, nothing too fancy but I didn’t mind. I was in Cairns. We were all pretty tired at this point but we were all still American college students so we did what we do – hit the bar. The biggest club in Cairns is attached to our hostile. Gilligan’s club is a little too crazy for my taste but it provided the cheap beer we were looking for and a giant TV that was showing the US World Cup game. We didn’t do anything too crazy – unless you consider streaking after every US goal crazy (that’s a joke but don’t think it didn’t cross our minds). After the game it was about 1 in the morning and we knew we had a busy day planned on Saturday so we headed to bed, or so we thought.
The nice thing about having a bar connected to your hostile is that a bar is connected to your hostile. The bad thing about having a bar connected to your hostile is that a bar is connected to your hostile. You follow my logic? No? Didn’t think so. What I mean is that the dance floor was literally about 75 ft. outside our window, which meant the crazy loud music was the same distance. There’s Nothing like falling asleep to some Jay-Z and Lil’ Wayne. On schedule for tomorrow, the Great Barrier Reef. Until then…
Cheers!
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