Cotten Tree and Ocean views

 

The Sunshine coast has great hostels to visit. the groups are click-ish but we've met some really awesome guys, they where in the room next to us and when we'd come home we'd swap stories about our work days, James told us about his incounters with yellow bellie black snake which he thought was fake until it slithered under a car, their quite poisionous. Which brings to mind another story from a Irish friend Michelle that found herself having her first encounter with a Kangarro.  After being dared to get into picture next to this creature as tall as her in all it's magestic aw it swiftly had it's hands tightly round her neck. Michelle paralized with fear... she never did tell me how she got out of that one. Oh well. 

The second hostel has wall paintings of travelers upstairs. All the rooms reminded me of a book series my sister collected in junior high called The Baby Sitters Club, I think it was the layout or the colour not entirely sure but it was very odd. The doors on the second floor where left open all night, as if the house were alive and the sea breeze it's inhale & exhale. It also made for some loud bird calls in the morning which ensures an early wake up call at 5 am. EVERY single morning. Fay didn't approve of this. She has trouble getting back to sleep once the birds wake her.

We cooked Curry dishes and had some really great meals in this kitchen. Which we're missing here in the Gold Coast. Oh well there'll always be noodles. I can feel my Nutrition-Nazi ( I still love you mom ) of a mother shaking her head from here and yes I try to eat greens with it.  We had found a job and started getting some play money, our next goal was to view apartments. Which we did until we started to feel that his job wasn't really a good fit for us.

 We moved to a different hostel that was directly on the beach. It was more of a free spirited place. It had three dogs that lived there, which I found made it feel more like home. The beach skyline was filled with windsurfers as you can see. We went down to enjoy a sunset and a little puppy came out of the water and made himself at home, directly in Fay's arms. At that moment I knew Fay was just as hooked on getting a puppy as I was...  once we could ;)

Our job was taking a moral toll on both of us and we were making good money for it but in the end it was just not worth going against who we are as people. They were asking us to lie to elderly people and we both just put our foot down and said thanks but no thanks. We reported the men as being unprofessional, with discrimination ( both of us not out at work ) we had to bite our lip, but when they were kicking our chairs and interfering with being professional...



We both felt a sigh of relieve once leaving our last day. Our favourite callers were the odd balls.
For Fay it was an old woman that sounded like
Curmit the frog that sounded like he smoke four packs a day.And a man that sounded like the Mortal Combat narrator ( Fight! )Fay fought the urge to say Sub Zero to him.

I had got a man on the toilet. Who I asked if he had time for our sales pitch, and once he told me he was on the toilet, I stated he wasn't going anywhere and had time... I however still hung up, it
just felt intrusive.

The best excuse was that one man had just gotten three needles in his back and had to lie down. After all the lies and yelling, and re-reading. It was life experience. And I discovered I can sell. For a moment I thought my grand father would be proud, because he was a sales man all his life. Three to four sales everyday even on my first day, and I never lied to any of the customers despite pressure to.

On our last day on in the Sunshine Coast we walked the entire beach and found a coral formation that I wanted to hike up to. The coral cliff had waves crushing into it and making one wall of a wave, I asked Fay to hold the camera so I could see just how tall the wave was. This curiosity ended with me drenched, and Fay laughing at me. What's new. Fay always laughs at me, Thats ok I like seeing her smile.