We’re off to our apartment in Surfers for the first time in quite a few years. We’ve been mostly away in the van in recent years, and of course that included our 14mth caravaning lap of Oz
The apartment was also rented long term for most of the time we’ve been absent.
We’ve travelled through the Gold Coast and stayed at Main Beach in the van many times and we’ve often walk into Surfers and spied on the occupants of the apartment to ensure theyre looking after it.
For the foreseeable future the apartment wont be back on the rental market, and we plan to take advantage of that.
Ross is not a fan of flying due to his safety concerns, along with the crammed, uncomfortable seats. Flying defies all natures intended place for us humans, and is the work of the devil.
Add to the flying experience the thieving pricks in all industries and aspects of flying, they are working at full tilt. We needed to purchase an extra 15kg luggage which cost $60 at the airport, double what it would have cost us yesterday online. At the airport there were $9 freaken pies, which unseen you expect to be 12inches across for that price, and $4.50 for a can of Coke.
Clearly the dickheads at the ACCC dont fly anywhere.
Oddly, in the domestic Jetstar terminal the walls were laden with tourism pictures of all parts of Australia like the harbour bridge, darling harbour, barrier reef … but none of Melbourne that we could find
Barb ticked the dwarf plane box on the flight booking, which kinda suits her homunculus stature. Ross on the other hand; not so comfortable. If youve ever seen, at the family Xmas, the overflow adults sitting at the kids table … youll get the picture.
Check this inflight offering … only a little expensive at first sight. Face slapping insulting when you consider 75% of the stuff in the pic isnt included
The beer glass, sealed beer can and cheese crackers are just to fill in space. WTF
Add all that to the giant middle eastern guy who mistakenly thought he was on a 20hr flight to Jordan, and immediately cranked back the seat to reduce Ross’s leg room to 100mm less than his legs. The entitled turd didnt associated Ross’s volume 8 vocalised observation of his shitty behaviour either.
To add insult, he spent 50% of his time actually leaning foward.
Well … Ross survived the flight there and that’s a bonus (at least for Ross)
On the deck Ross decided it was a golden opporunity to experience our first Uber.
Note to self, avoid a hot field execution of any new system you have no clue about, particularly after landing in QLD late at night … and more particularly after ridiculing Barb when she said “lets just get a taxi”
After setting up the Uber account (which took 15min) we waited patiently at the Uber stand. People who came after us, started jumping the line and rushing in front and grabbed every car that appeared.
Hmmm, sensing possible user error Ross fumbled with the App, and eventually 20min later discovered the Uber actually needs to be individually booked. No problem now.
Next Uber arrives. A very nice new VW Amarok … coooool. Someone else jumps in … shit, would have enjoyed that one.
Then ….. Mohammad in his Lancer arrives bearing our rego, crap. He pops the boot lock and just sits in his car, hmmmmm.
Fate has smiled upon upon us, Mohammad was a good guy and Ross got a crash course in all things Uber. The trip was $48, and we have vivid memories of past taxi journeys being $80 plus.
Dropped at the resort, dump the bags and a headed out for a quick trip to the Quiky Mart for morning coffee supplies … and some adult cordial.
Bedtime after a few cordials on the balcony
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