wanderlust wednesdays 003

did you miss last week's post? or maybe you want to read from the start of the book . . .

as i was typing out the journal entries for this week and reliving the embarrassing night at port arthur, i realized that what these wanderlust wednesdays (or sometimes thursdays) need, is more photos. and it just so happens that i have a few million of them tucked away on my hard drive documenting most every ridiculous story that i'm sure to share with you.

october 8, 2009

awaking first, and excited for the day, ryan got up and starting driving to our next destination while cait and i were still sleeping. after getting up + getting ready we did the 4 hour "cape huay" hike to the "totem poll" + the "candlestick" rock structures. it was windy + rainy, but offing epic. there was a moment while climbing the cape hay "mountain" where it started raining quite hard, and the wind picked up + cait and I were climbing a very steep part and i passionately yelled out "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" like in the lord of the rings. it was a hollywood moment. after we drove to port arthur and did a quick tour of the historic site after enjoying some overpriced coffee and scones. that night was the first night we paid for accommodation at a nice campground. we cooked a tasty meal accompanied by some goon, and thoroughly enjoyed a hot shower. after polishing off slightly too much wine, we headed back to port arthur for the ghost story/tour. sad to say, i may have been too drunk to be scared and may have lost balance attempting to take a photo, and bailed... back at camp cait and enjoyed some more delicious and cheap wine . . . . . .

october 9, 2009

upon awakening, i was greeted by the foul stench of throw-up... ran began reminding caitlyn + I the events of the nights pass... after passing out, cait apparently woke up and threw up right on top of my head. ryan woke up and realized what was happening and threw her outside and started cleaning up the bed, and an assumably conscious me (i don't recall this) as i chirped and laughed. he helped poor the poor girl to the bathroom and she got sick some more before returning to bed.. so that morning while washing our hair, cait and i both smelled of vomit. we then went back to port arthur to browse the old buildings. after that we headed back to hobart excited for the cadbury factory tour. upon arriving, and paying $7.50, we discovered there were no longer factory tours, simply two outdated short films and a gift shop. pissed off, we left, with our chocolate, and checked into a transit backpackers hotel, enjoying an early night, pizza and our own beds!

october 10, 2009

the hobart market was on that saturday morning and we cruised around there for a few hours. i bought some delightful knee high socks. later we did some underwear shopping and went to the music store. cait + ryan bought a bongo drum and i bought a bright purple sparkly ukulele. later we chilled out at the hostel and then went for a beet at the long bar. then made our way over to this seafood place. cait got the table, ry ordered the food, and i got us some beers and tequila shots! the food came and turns out we ordered one basket too many, but we ate it anyway. that night we walked around till we found a battleship and surprisingly, we bought goon. then after having a few glasses, hula hooping with some spanish dudes who swung poi, cait + i went out dancing at a club called "candies"... or no, "curlys". after we grabbed some pizza on the way back to the hostel, got into an argument with some kid about hockey, and called it a night.

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i find it so funny going back and remembering the silly situations we got our nineteen year old selves into. funny to read about, no interest in repeating them haha, too wild for me these days.

- ash

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