Women should be obscene and not heard. — Groucho Marx

travel diary — day 250

day 246 — craig and inyoung wanted to look at some houses, so we did that in the morn­ing. then we went shop­ping and spent the after­noon at home.

day 247 — i went to roma street and caught the inter­city bus to her­vey bay. i had been in two minds about vis­it­ing her­vey bay. i wanted to go and visit jo. i wanted to see the places where i spent my adoles­cent years. i didn’t want to spend a lot of time and money bum­ming around a town i no longer had any­thing in com­mon with.

i got off the bus and checked into a back­pack­ers along the esplanade. i went for a walk along the beach at sun­set and i had mad­digans fish and chips for din­ner (i used to work at mad­digans — it has long been the most fam­ous fish and chip shop in the bay). din­ner was fol­lowed by five beers and i staggered off to bed to sleep.

day 248 — mel­bourne cup day — i had break­fast and ren­ted a bicycle. i rode around the bay, look­ing at all the old places which had been part of my life. the place i remembered most fondly was the old her­vey bay theatre on zephyr street. i did my first act­ing there. the theatre is still a play­house for local ama­teur groups. i also rode down to the uran­gan pier and was happy to dis­cover that it hadn’t been shortened (as ori­gin­ally planned) but had in fact been pre­served. the old train tracks (for mov­ing cargo up and down the pier) were gone, but the pier itself looked great.

as i was rid­ing home i con­sidered put­ting a bet on for the mel­bourne cup. i changed my mind (thank­fully, i would have bet on a los­ing horse) and instead returned to my hotel to have a beer and watch the race. in the after­noon i walked along the beach and took more photos.

that night i met an old school friend, irene, who had been one of my best bud­dies in grades 11 and 12. we had din­ner together and talked about the old days and how our lives have changed. we had a few laughs and told each other how great it was to catch up again. after irene left, i headed back to the hotel and got some sleep.

day 249 — i had break­fast and took one last walk along the beach. then i went to the bus ter­minal and caught my bus to bris­bane. i thought i was sup­posed to wait at hungry jacks for craig, and after a few hours i gave up and walked to his place. inyoung had been home the whole time. damn! we had din­ner and i packed my bags.

day 250 — at the crack of dawn, i said good­bye to inyoung and craig drove me to the air­port. we said our farewell and i boarded my plane to alice springs. i checked into the yha, walked around the mall, booked an uluru tour, i bought a hat and cel­eb­rated with a few beers at the nearby sports bar (watch­ing a young jeremy clark­son host a motor­s­ports mis­haps dvd).

i returned to the hostel, bought an inter­net access card, checked email and got some sleep.


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