I last left you with the joys of slowly sluicing my way into the realm of semi-doctordom. The rest of the week passed on amicably enough. On Friday night I stayed at home and watched 2001: A Space Odyssey, which was nice but the fucking weirdest thing I've ever seen. Saturday I did my usual market run. Man, if you knew how much shit I got for how little, you'd be pretty upset.
Monday held a nice surprise: employment. These last couple months have been eating away at my savings and so I desperately needed work. Easy, well-paying, flexible, sinecure work. Due to some internetting done by my thoughtful girlfriend, I found a Korean student to tutor English. Conversational English! I meet the criteria: I can speak English. Hopefully I can get one more student through her network and thus be sustainable while I'm here.
The middle of this last week was much nicer than normal mid-week middles.
Wednesday was ANZAC day and thus a public holiday. The people in my group and I decided that this was the perfect day to go up north to Rainbow Beach, where one of the guys' parents owned a house near the beach. This plan is something that I've wanted to do for quite sometime now and was pleased at its final fruition.3 of the girls piked (Australian for ditched) so it was 5 guys and the token girl. We drove up about 2 hours and stopped by at one of the guy's parent's house. It was a huge house on a huge property in the middle of the country. It was gorgeous and his mom had a feast prepared for us. Arrived at the beach house late at night and drank and played taboo for a while. The house was nice, with enough bed-room for all of us and a less than 5 minute walk to the beach. We then walked down to the beach at like 1am and just sat looking at the innumerable stars and the waves. So nice.
The next morning I went for a swim at around 6:30 with two other guys. The water was perfect temperature, clear, and nice and wavy. I spent almost an hour jumping and body surfing (this is when you lie flat and catch a wave and literally surf on it, just on your body. Terrible fun, it is) and then we went back to rouse the troops for some breakfast, where I discovered poached eggs. The rest of the day was spent lazing about the beach, swimming, drinking, swimming, playing cards, and a fabulous lunch followed by a swim.
As it was dusking, one of the guys and myself set about building a campfire. We very quickly got it rip-roaring. As the sun was setting, we went it for a swim and came back as the others arrived with chairs and alcohol. The following 4 or 5 hours were spent chatting, drinking, playing games and skinny dipping (only the guys, though). Nothing nicer than getting warm and happy by the fire,
then jumping into the perfect water, playing with the waves, floating and staring at the stars, then running back and warming yourself off by the fire... naked. We even made a plank across the fire and two of us walked across it. Yes, I know, stupid. But as with the jump off the green bridge, I made sure someone went first.
We left early Thursday morning, after a quick swim, and came back right in time for class. What a glorious little trip. I really like the peeps in my group and we had a bit of a bonding time up there, as well. After class, I had to go straight into the city for my first tutoring lesson and proceeded to wait...and wait for my student. My cellphone was dead so I couldn't call her. I sat at the place we were supposed to meet for about 30 minutes when I finally decided to take some action. I approached 2 random girls and asked them if I could insert my SIM card in their mobile. No, that's not a pick-up line. Thankfully (in this scenario), Australian phones have little removable chips in them that store all the information. I put it in her phone to see if I had a text message, didn't, and then got the girl's number and went to a pay-phone, where I got more frustrated than ever in my life evar. The phone kept cutting off, not telling me when I ran out of the amazingly-expensive credit. And because our conversation was in a mash of piss-poor Korean and piss-poor English, it took 3 fucking dollars just to meet up. She was in the wrong place, not I, we met up an hour late and she had to go. So I'm teaching tonight. Oh well, I was happy to go home anyway and make a fantastic burrito.
Oh, and the on the ride, we passed this truck. I thought it was cute.
2 comments:
hey smartass, as long as you already picked up the girl with you SIM card line, why not just use her phone, its charged to your card anyways...just looking out for you
i neglected to mention that i didn't have any credit either. i haven't had credit for almost a month and am not planning on charging it for a while, either. it's nice only receiving incoming calls and not having to pay.
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