The English born international backpacker, 19, is eager to see the world. She currently lives in Noosa, Australia with her boyfriend Dean and 6 keen surfers.I am so happy right now, I am jealous of myself. Every morning, the sun seeps in through the blinds and as if we plan it, Dean and I wake up at exactly the same time. We wander down past Little Cove dodging a few basking snakes, and make it into New Zealand Natural for our half price pure juice smoothies before 8:30am.
When we get home, we abide by our unwritten manifesto: I make the bed, while Dean sets up breakfast. Usually we have fresh melon, but sometimes he’ll make a fry up or crumpets, to give us a taste of England. If I haven’t slept well, I can be really grumpy in the morning and I’ll argue that today we are swopping roles. Once when I tried to surprise him with a full-English breakfast but the eggs were raw and the bacon was burnt and it almost ended in food poisoning, so now I don’t argue that much. We eat on the balcony overlooking the pool with the nice friendly rainbow-coloured parrots that saunter around our table, but we can get these big black crows that attack you when you’re not looking, like something out of a Hitchcock movie.
I also live with two Swedes, two Brits, one Canadian and one Chilean. We all squeeze into a 3 bedroom apartment, but because I am the only girl I am treated like a princess and Dean and I get the en-suite.
Around mid-morning all the boys stride in from an early surf and entertain me with their passion over the latest surf reports and wild stories of where the rip took them, or how awesome the swell was. It seems like every day one of them is mending a ding, which makes me wonder how good they actually are.
If someone starts making lunch, we all cram into the kitchen, it’s basically a house rule. Dean and I make a picnic to take to the beach, usually a baguette and pringles and lots and lots of water because there is no shade at the beaches in the national park.
Just after midday our friends who we are travelling with come across town and the whole herd of us stroll along the coastline and past a few resident koalas towards Granit Bay. To get to the beach you have pick a track down the cliff, we go for the mudslide but there’s vine swings and all. I love this about Noosa, it is so ‘au-natural’. In fact, it even has its very own nudist beach - Alexandria Bay.
The water is getting colder as it’s coming into winter, but I still go in to prove a point. Dean runs around screaming like a girl because it’s too cold. Sometimes he attempts surfing, but can’t even make it past the break. I’ll sunbathe and lazily read a Bill Bryson book.
The hardest part of my day is driving to Coles, our local supermarket. There are always events in town which cause mass parades of people, or an echidna or snake to dodge on the road. We pick up melon for the morning and something nice for dinner. Dean’s the chef, so it’s almost always seafood, but when money’s tight we’ll have spaghetti bolognaise.
At about 5:30pm we meet everyone at ‘The Point’ for fishing. More or less every day since we’ve been here dolphins swim around the bay just before sunset, so sometimes we’ll swim in and amongst them. I feel so lucky, and so at home here. We’ll stay long enough to lose all the hooks on the rocks and make it home in time to cook dinner and sit outside with a beer or two without being bothered by mosquitoes.
In Little Cove there are no street lights and heaps of pythons, so you are not meant to walk alone at night. There have been so many incidents where Dean has almost stepped on one. Yet quite frequently we all insist on walking down to Halse Lodge, the local YHA, for a few happy hour drinks. I will usually have a cheeky cocktail, but beer is cheap at $8 a jug. At the weekends we head to Koala Bar where we can dance on tables.
Heading home we walk back along Main Beach, it is so beautiful and relaxed here. Dean and I are normally in bed by 11, I’ll read some more while he plays Football Manager. Then we’ll stick on a movie or watch ‘The 4400’ but it’s never long before we are cuddled up asleep.
When we get home, we abide by our unwritten manifesto: I make the bed, while Dean sets up breakfast. Usually we have fresh melon, but sometimes he’ll make a fry up or crumpets, to give us a taste of England. If I haven’t slept well, I can be really grumpy in the morning and I’ll argue that today we are swopping roles. Once when I tried to surprise him with a full-English breakfast but the eggs were raw and the bacon was burnt and it almost ended in food poisoning, so now I don’t argue that much. We eat on the balcony overlooking the pool with the nice friendly rainbow-coloured parrots that saunter around our table, but we can get these big black crows that attack you when you’re not looking, like something out of a Hitchcock movie.
I also live with two Swedes, two Brits, one Canadian and one Chilean. We all squeeze into a 3 bedroom apartment, but because I am the only girl I am treated like a princess and Dean and I get the en-suite.
Around mid-morning all the boys stride in from an early surf and entertain me with their passion over the latest surf reports and wild stories of where the rip took them, or how awesome the swell was. It seems like every day one of them is mending a ding, which makes me wonder how good they actually are.
If someone starts making lunch, we all cram into the kitchen, it’s basically a house rule. Dean and I make a picnic to take to the beach, usually a baguette and pringles and lots and lots of water because there is no shade at the beaches in the national park.
Just after midday our friends who we are travelling with come across town and the whole herd of us stroll along the coastline and past a few resident koalas towards Granit Bay. To get to the beach you have pick a track down the cliff, we go for the mudslide but there’s vine swings and all. I love this about Noosa, it is so ‘au-natural’. In fact, it even has its very own nudist beach - Alexandria Bay.
The water is getting colder as it’s coming into winter, but I still go in to prove a point. Dean runs around screaming like a girl because it’s too cold. Sometimes he attempts surfing, but can’t even make it past the break. I’ll sunbathe and lazily read a Bill Bryson book.
The hardest part of my day is driving to Coles, our local supermarket. There are always events in town which cause mass parades of people, or an echidna or snake to dodge on the road. We pick up melon for the morning and something nice for dinner. Dean’s the chef, so it’s almost always seafood, but when money’s tight we’ll have spaghetti bolognaise.
At about 5:30pm we meet everyone at ‘The Point’ for fishing. More or less every day since we’ve been here dolphins swim around the bay just before sunset, so sometimes we’ll swim in and amongst them. I feel so lucky, and so at home here. We’ll stay long enough to lose all the hooks on the rocks and make it home in time to cook dinner and sit outside with a beer or two without being bothered by mosquitoes.
In Little Cove there are no street lights and heaps of pythons, so you are not meant to walk alone at night. There have been so many incidents where Dean has almost stepped on one. Yet quite frequently we all insist on walking down to Halse Lodge, the local YHA, for a few happy hour drinks. I will usually have a cheeky cocktail, but beer is cheap at $8 a jug. At the weekends we head to Koala Bar where we can dance on tables.
Heading home we walk back along Main Beach, it is so beautiful and relaxed here. Dean and I are normally in bed by 11, I’ll read some more while he plays Football Manager. Then we’ll stick on a movie or watch ‘The 4400’ but it’s never long before we are cuddled up asleep.
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