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Errbody in the Club Below Me is Loud
Gilligan’s, my accomodation in Cairns, is a top-notch place for backpackers. The facilities are great, the rooms are good for a hostel, and the people have been very friendly around here. As I mentioned before, I’m the only male in a six-person room. Last night, all of us went out together. Because of the cyclone this morning, all flights out of Cairns have been cancelled. Three of the girls were supposed to catch a flight the following day, and last night S. declared in a strong German accent, “My flight is cancelled. I’m going to get drunk.”
S. is, well, a rather robust German woman. She kept flirting with me the whole evening, which in any other context would have scared me to death. However, the German accent is innately hilarious, and she stumbled over and misused so many words in a charming slobbery drunk sort of way. The evening it was a terrible amount of fun. I ended up with all the bunkmates at Gilligan’s bar later that evening. I played English billiards with about 10 other people throughout the course of the evening and lost every game. Later on, we went out to eat and met up with a few more people at a steakhouse. They were all fairly drunk at that point. I was sober, and they were so loud and obnoxious that I felt like I had to parent them from the evil men in Cairns. At one point, S. walked around a crowd of people, pointed into a store, and yelled, “There is where you should go if you’d like original Aboriginal dijareedoos from Korea.”
I crashed around 11pm last night to catch some sleep for an early tour today. I knew the tour would be cancelled, but in the chance that it wasn’t, I didn’t want to lose the money on it. Despite it being a Sunday night, everyone partied and kept coming in and out of the room. We are also situated directly above Gilligan’s dance floor. The bass shook the bed until 2am. I’m also pretty sure there was some sort of naughty shenanigans that occurred in the bathroom while I was sleeping.
Mom, I hope you read this after I return safely back to Sydney. I’m ok.
**Update: One of the hostelmates this morning said, “I got home late last night, and C. walked out of the bathroom with his trousers down.” Fortunately, I’m safely out of that hostel now.
Laker March 28th, 2006 16:32 pm
I’m glad you used my “Errbody” tag line (ok, really Chingy’s). That’s good times.
I’m also glad that you didn’t take advantage of a drunk, “robust” German girl while in Tasmania… no matter how tempted you were.
greg March 29th, 2006 00:24 am
The sad thing is that “someone” at Gilligan’s came up to me and we started chatting (that’s no the sad part). He said, “Man, I haven’t had sex in 8 weeks.” Well, he said that and more, and then added, “I would take anything.” I found out he was the one in our bathroom that night with the robust German girl.
I am still very very scarred by the whole scenario.
Laker March 30th, 2006 18:17 pm
Yikes.