*sidenote: Music is a huge part of our lives so we're posting songs. Sometimes they'll relate to the post, othertimes they'll be what we've been listening to, and othertimes they'll just be cool.
The Books "That Right Ain't Shit"
Well, Northern Eastern Australia (the province of Queensland) was transcendental. After Cape Trib we went back to Cairns and partied for 2 nights. The receptionist was really cool and decided to put us in an all girl dorm. Good times.
After that, we rode a greyhound to Mission Beach. Brado went skydiving and I just lounged poolside at the only hostel in Mission. It's a small town. There's pretty much nothing to do but chill. It IS the word relax. Met some wicked travelers. Moved onto Townsville that night, which is the port for Magnetic Island.
On the island we basically just balanced out the mad partying of the days prior... climbed trees, spearfished, rented scooters, hung out with a koala bear, played with an opossum, wandered deserted beached, sunbathed, slept a lot, etc.
I tried writing twice but all I got was:
'Paradise paradise paradise. I'm on a rock just off the shore. Tide's come in; waves are crashing all around. The moon is high and ¾ full. Magnetic Island—the pics say it all; having trouble writing because everything is so beautiful. That's it for now. Can't escape the moment.'
and
'Her hair is prairie brown. It flows, no dances, no waves to the world in the gentle wind. Picturesque contrast between her and the ocean. Dusk. Mystery.'
...whatever.
Mission Beach Hostel
Brad's skydiving team
Dinner in Mission Beach
What's up Magnetic Island
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because of this post i've revived the books.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fs6JRxk1BNs
check it out.
and thanks.
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