I remember my first travels I was so sure that I’d never run out of mime or money. Now I hit the ground running, seeing the cities in as few hours as possible. It’s not as carefree as my early adventures but the OzCash not spent on food and shelter makes up for it.
There’s an OzCity named Surfer’s
I was able to get my Croc Steak but let me tell you, that was a story. I’ve always loved the Aussies for, among other things, their distinct lack of high-brow culture. I like to think of it like this France has nearly nothing but culture (“French culture” is, arguably, France’s main export) and Oz has a big hole where culture should be (Oz culture is basically ‘working class culture’ drinking is very important and pretty much anything is acceptable as long as it is more or less fair dinkum). As an American, I feel such OzCulture is totally awesome. But despite the fact that I’m in anti-France, the matire’d (“waiter” doesn’t seem to describe it) was a real jerk.
I was patronizing The Captain’s Table, a very unAustralian and very snobbery but still croc-serving restaurant. I was begrudgingly given a seat and it wasn’t until I went to the toilet (they don’t call them “restrooms” here) that I realized I was still rocking the plaid flannel and my hair reflected the overnight train and coach ride. Nonetheless, my money was good, even if the service wasn’t. The croc-meat was as tough as I expected it to be and I waltzed out of The Captains Table feeling good and crossing one more thing off my OzToDo list.
First off, I liked Brissy. It’s not called BrisVegas for nothing the relaxed atmosphere knocks the socks off
I checked out the city hall clock tower (for a killer view of the city), I scoped out the
Minnesota again (we’d taken the same bus from Surfer’s and spent half the trip swapping stories and tips he’s studying at Wollongong for six months and if I had more time I’d have loved to go backpacking with him), I had a cheapo McGagwhich (the previous night’s Croc took some of the heft out of my wallet), I did not see the new Batman movie (even though I really really wanted to see it on opening day), and I caught the 7:15PM train to Toowoomba (what? You think I should write something here?).
I rolled into Toowoomba on the late train and the hostel I was planning on crashing at was flashing the No Vacancy neon. Ergo, I wandered into a pub asking for directions to the nearest motel but wound up having a great time with the locals. I figured my luck had finally turned around when one of my new mates (who worked at a Boarding School) reckoned that I could have one of the hundred-odd spare beds (the schoolkids were on vacation).
The regional brew of
But that’s beside the point, the whole reason I came to Toowoomba was to follow Thomas Fenton’s century-old footsteps. I have now been in every city he missioned in. I got the local church address from the pretty-nifty
On the whole I liked Toowoomba it’s a small laid-back country town with beautiful weather. I did catch the 5:45PM showing o f Batman Begins, which def. gets the Josh Fenton Seal of Approval. Somehow, between all the obscure comic references and changing-of-details, I was still left froggin awestruck. It was better than my father’s early morning sourdough pancake breakfasts. No, cancel that. If there’s anything better than some of my Pa’s sourdough brekky, it’s not from this planet. Still, Batman was awe-diddly-some.
Brissy Saturday Markets:
I had a four hour layover in Brissy after Toowoomba, so I jumped over to their Saturday markets. I’ve been to Saturday markets all over Oz and talked to those who’ve been to ’em all over the world, from
Less than a week left. It was on my way back from Casino when I started getting the blues. I fully intend to repeat my backpacking experience on another continent, hopefully soon. But the fact remains that this is the last time in a long time that I’ll be able to grab my backpack, catch a train and wake up in some amazing far-away land. I’m absolutely giddy with excitement to see all the people (in both
So the transition back to