One night in Townsville… this is the city that is my gateway to freedom from farmwork. Four of us made the great escape on the coach and from here, take a coach or a flight to the next destination. Two of us are staying in this particular hostel for one night (two in another just down the road) and then I am heading down to Airlie Beach.
This is more like a mini resort than a typical budget hostel. I mean come on, it has a well maintained swimming pool and a bar with swings. Admittedly I did not use either, but it was nice to be in a more relaxed environment away from bunk beds that have panels missing and dirty floors from work boots.
I mean there were still some crazy antics… we were walking- okay, stumbling- fairly drunk up the stairs early in the morning and we were greeted by a mud crab crawling towards us. Kebab in hand, we freaked out as a topless man ran around the corner chasing it and picked it up.
Now, I can only assume this was a prank as I am sure it would not be very hard to catch up to a crab, but I am glad he did because these things can use their claws with some power. He started laughing his head off and began to jokingly taunt us with it but by then we were all laughing. We did in fact forget about this until the following morning when we met this man again. He immediately recognised us and pointed and laughed outside of the pool. We didn’t have much time to talk as we needed to check out but it seems he was fishing earlier in the day. He may indeed live here, a guy in his 40’s that knows the town pretty well. Why this would mean he would be wandering the stairs with a crab is anybody’s guess.
Oh hostel life, I love you.
So now, back to travel posts, photographs of landscapes, architecture and street art and little bits of personal philosophy and opinions on anything and everything that inspires me to think.
So, my beautiful readers, is there anything that you are looking forward to the most? Let me know and I will try to make it work.
Have a great day!