So, you know those little old ladies with the blue hair that frequent cafeterias like Luby's or Queen Anne's? You definitely know the ones, they sit by themselves with their tapioca because they're old and that's what old people do. Well, I'm the no-hair blue-hair of Port Douglas tours. I've managed to meet several people to drink with but because they are poor hostel goers who work random jobs in town so they can pay for a plane ticket to yet another destination and random job opportunity, it's like pulling teeth to get them to cough up a hundred bones to go snorkeling or kayaking. I, on the other hand, receive investment portfolio updates on my cellphone from my good friend Charles over at Wachovia Securities. So, I go alone.
As the picture illustrates, I look like an idiot in snorkel gear but that wrasse is pretty cool. I also came across a reef shark, sea turtle, and some nice girls from Boston here for Uni...I hate that word by the way, mate. Of course, they are staying in Cairns so it's back to the hostel to hunt down my new Finnish friend for a cheap dinner.
2 comments:
I think the scientific term is Big-Ass Wrasse. Seen any Bogans yet? I hear they're all over the coast.
I caught a story on CNN.com about a new World Record - over a thousand Bikini Babes hanging out on Bondi beach.
I think we now know the reason for your first stop.
And yes, I watched the video over and over - to see if I could spot you in the midst.
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