2012

If you refer back to the start of this blog, you'll notice a certain little disclaimer I included regarding how I may unfortunately not be able to include ALL details of events in Australia. In this blog entry I will have to utilise said disclaimer. The events of the evening of 24th December 2011 will have to remain part of an eternal bond between JingleLad, BorrusiaSaan, myself, and 90% of people who were in our hostel. There's a few other people who are also aware of events, but revealing their occupation would give the game away. It was not your normal Christmas Eve however, we'll leave it at that.

Christmas itself was predictably weird, waking up in the sunshine. Our day was spent down at the lagoons which are man-made beaches in Brisbane. Usual patter, sunglasses on and scouting begins. Kept it quiet as well and laid off the drink for a change, but all in all a nice relaxing day. Nae turkey though.

Hogmannay was a better affair. Infact, it was brilliant and easily one of the best ones I've had. We went down to south bank, massive carry-oot and planked ourselves down to watch the fireworks. We were kilted up as well, so the odd person came up to us to chat about home. One Australian girl came up and was ripping us for wearing skirts, but that  is to be expected from those the midwife dropped. 
After that we went on a wee adventure, and headed back to the city centre. We were walking through the main street of Brisbane when JingleLad decided to give the pipes a blast. Boomtown! Within about 30 seconds we had literally at least 40 people of all nationalities dancing about like maniacs. People in suits, homeless minks, terrified asian tourists, steamin backpackers and confused locals were birling away to JingleLad's pipes. I decided in that moment I knew how to highland dance, and was skipping about in the middle while the group surrounded me applauding, and a few gullible fools asked me for lessons. It was unreal, we weren't even busking but people were giving us money, bottles of wine, and half a sandwich from 7-11. 

Things are slowly adjusting back to normal now after the festive period though, and we're sinking back into the backpackers thought process. This was highlighted the other day, while I did the trusty smell test on a pair of boxers. Success, and the boxers graduated from round 1 and made in into the more perilous arena of round 2. When underwear starts making it to round 4 though, it's always worth a double check to ensure your sense of smell is still functioning. That, or throw it at someone and gauge from their reaction just how bad the garment smells.
Also realised yesterday that despite being in Australia for about 2 months now, I've still not unpacked my bag. That is ridiculous like. I've basically just been wearing the same 5 tshirts with varying pairs of shorts, to create the image of cleanliness. That or buying stuff from Target, and I wonder why I'm skint. 

Just a small update the now, happy new year everyone!