I arrived just minutes after the Eumundi markets were closing and left the day they re opened so unfortunately missed out on what I hear are the most amazing markets in Australia, so if you are in Noosa Wednesday or Saturday mornings definitely check them out!
I checked into my Nomads hostel and into my 6 person shared dorm. The rooms were clean with your own Ensuite, check for Gab. It also had a beautiful pool area, big kitchen and a bar, check, check, check for Gab. I took a walk down to the main beach and through the national park before heading back for one of the days many free events. We got a ride up to the ‘lookout’ for the sunset. It was a mediocre view with a mediocre sunset and a small Spanish boy with a selfie stick trying to befriend me. One of the negatives of travelling alone. Constantly fighting off the weird ones with the selfie sticks. I started to walk back since waiting another 40 minutes for the bus to pick us back up had no appeal to me when some guy pulled up with his Motor bike and asked if I wanted a ride to the hostel. Never saying 'no' to a man on a motor bike I hopped on and instead of driving me to the hostel he took me on a tour of the town. One of the positives of travelling alone. Constantly attracting good looking men on motor bikes. That night I met Luisa, a gorgeous German girl who had been an Au Pair in Perth before starting her trip around Australia. We got dressed up and had margaritas at Montezuma’s after some night market shopping on Hastings street ending at the Village Bicycle, a VERY cool bar where we met some sexy footy players. The Village Bicycle had decently priced drinks with a very awesome atmosphere and as a plus it was right across the street from our hostel for an easy stumble back in the wee hours of the morning. I would highly recommend this bar!
I spent the next afternoon with Peter Gabriels (I still cant believe his name) at the Friday Farmers Market another free ride from the hostel buying my next weeks worth of mangoes and avocados. We tried oliebol, a Dutch pastry traditionally eaten on New Years made from deep friend dough, apples and icing sugar and bought home made beet gnocchi with freshly made pasta sauce ALMOST as good at my dads, just didn’t have the love. We cooked that up for dinner with Farmers Market zucchini and laid out on the hammocks listening to music all night. Perfection!
The next day I ran through the national park to the 'nudist' beach for the day. I found a secluded area surrounded by big rocks, small enough that it would be plain weird if anyone else joined me, which was perfect because I was going 'au natural'. I stripped down to my birthday suit and grabbed my Mitch Albom book. After about an hour a man walked over. I shot him a 'spots taken' look however apparently he mistook that for a 'come on over, big papa' look. He slowly took off layer by layer of clothing, his eyes locked on my white ass the entire time. I shot him look after look of disgust but after realizing that A) I don't own the beach B) either I move or I stop complaining and C) do I blame him? I ignored what was happening and focused on the story in front of me. I was deep into my book when I felt something hovering over me. I looked up at the exact moment him and his sweaty balls were lowing into a sumo wrestler squat over my head. Grabbing my towel around myself I scurried back before he shot up his hands in defence like I did something wrong and said "Just wanna know if you need lotion on ya back love".
"UH. FUCK NO."
"Alright love, no worries" he fixed his orange sunnies on his thick sunscreen covered nose.
For some reason, I have a hard time being mean to people, even if they are disgusting human beings. I felt bad for swearing and THANKED him for offering, yah, thanked. Something is wrong with me.
Why didn't I move spots? Who knows. Fear, maybe? Laziness? I tried to focus on my book for the third time that day however, for some unknown reason (rape) I couldn't fully focus on the words lovely Albom was throwing down. I closed my eyes for a bit and opened them to him fully going at himself. Like, no holds barred. Just straight up in-your-room-lights-dimmed-michael-buble-playing-candles-lite-threesom-on-the-computer going at it.
I covered myself up and walked out. He grinned and waved to me as I passed him. I waved back. Who am I?
Feeling used and abused I went home, took a shower, called my mom and drank two bottles of wine with Louisa.
The next few days were spent running through the national park to the beach (wearing a bathing suit) and reading the large stack books I had with me. The nights were spent with a bottle of wine in one hand and a joint in another relaxing on the hammocks under the trees or heading to the beach for a midnight dance along the waterline.
I had an incredibly relaxing few days in Noosa soaking up the sun and reading on the beach. Noosa, I will see you again!