Anyways, back to Noosa! Noosa is this resort town that seems to cater to the "money-people". Beautiful, quiet town where you can't find a house under $1.5 MILLION. I kind of liken it to Miami with all these mansions on the river, except it doesn't have the high skyscrapers on the beach. That's because it's one of the few places in Oz that has a law against highrises. Oh, and the restaurants are high-class! A perfect vacation spot for my parents. But wait, it's still a great place for us young troublemakers! A big, beautiful beach, waves to surf and the hostel I stayed at, Koalas, was one of the hotspot bars in the town.
So I arrive at the hostel and straight away I meet these two Vancouverites I met on my last day of Fraser Island, one being one of the hottest girls I've seen while backpacking (figures she'd be from Vancouver ;) haha). But they're quick to bed as they have to be up super early to catch their bus out of town so I head to the bar and met another fellow BCer, Krysta from Nelson. After seeing a grand total of 0 Canadians so far, Noosa is filled with them! Next day I decide to hit the waves! after teaching Krysta the basics, It's just me and the waves! It felt so good to be back in the water... until I bailed on a wave and the fins board raked across my stomach and the board smashed into my hipbone. Came away with a nice bruise and a small scar. SWEET, I have a surfing scar!!!! Not too big or anything but just enough so that in years to come I will be reminded that I was cool enough to surf in Australia. Went back to the hostel after a nice dinner on the beach and partied with Krysta, who while being a bit crazy and "unique" became a good friend and a nice piece of home, a couple of boys from White Rock BC, and a couple of Finnish kids from the room. That's pretty much what happened all 4 days I was in Noosa: roll off top-bunk with huge hangover, go have a surf, eat like a king, and party till the wee hours!
Krysta and I
Dade County Down South (aka Miami)
The Beach
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