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Broome 3 days

Category : Australia

Well we arrived here and it was our last big night with Al the tour guide. So we went and had cold showers in the youth hostel. After a few days of cold showers, and no showers some of us, we're a bit grumpy. Not me so far, with everything I have been positive and its good fun. You can't help nature.

When we checked in at the youth hostel we were greated by Paul the owner. A big guy with a wonderful sense of humour, he had us all in stiches and told some really bad jokes.... what's ET short for? ...because he has little legs... I'll stop there.

Anyway, after killing ourselves laughing, he told us that he would drop us off at the restaurant, where we were meeting Al. Apparently Broome, being a pearl mining or what ever you call it town, is very rough at night. Especially a saturday night.

We went to the restuarnt where we had a table outside. It was freezing and wet, although we were covered, but the cheese burgers were welcome. The rain did get a bit to those that had cold showers (silky a german girl who is great and normally really bouncy and happy). After lots of drinking we went to the bar inside to watch a band called the wild turkeys, or something like that.

The band actually turned out to be excellent. Really strong singer on base guitar who was good looking to boot... don't you just hate that. Also a male electric guitarist, who did the best rendition of dire straights ever, that was well worth going for, just for that.

After that we all braved the night club. Broome night clubs are something else. This was called the nagaloo, and the seediest place ever, a mix of aboriginies and tourists and locals... very shifty. Anyway, Becks and I do our dance moves again... basically lets be as stupid as we can and enjoy ourselves, which we did.

Al was pissed again before we left, and, by the end of the night, shit faced beyond belief. In fact he mooned 3 times "he has a woman's bum, my lord" (blackadder slipping in there sorry). Anyway not a pretty sight, and becks and I were told, if he had the energy, he would have had us both. Well our english response, of no thanks, we would rather watch paint dry, went down a treat.

Patricia on the other hand, who had been working on Al for days, and sitting up front on the bus, was pushed by catrina to leave with Al. Though I don't think she needed much encouragement, as she was like a lost puppy with him all night. Yep, a few of us had our own thoughts on that one, and, as all tour guides, he was just up for his last night thrill. In fact, we learned he was bragging about this other girl, who on the 3rd night started sharing his swag, if you know what I mean. By the end of the trip she had signed up for another 3 days. It's not like he looks like george cloony either.

Anyway Catrina, becks, clare and me get a cab back. Most of the others have gone, patricia is sharing Al's double bed and we go back. A guy called jason has to put up with us well katrina, who is legless, being noisy, while we get back, and becks and i decide we will have a tea with him.

Next day was wet and miserable, we do our laundry, and not much else. Patricia gets dropped off by Al on the tour bus. Both looking very embarrassed, and had oibviously no sleep. She tells us he had breakfast, a whisky and coke. She tells us that 4 times. Anyhow, we are suppossed to meet him at 6 and all go to the cinema. We also discovber the youth hostel is putting on a free barby... so that's tonights plan.

After laundry we discover the town. There isn't much here at all a few naff shops, a nice juice bar, so we all do our chores. I try to go for an afternoon nap in our dorm room. Clare, becks and myself are sharing with two other girls. Our rucksacks are spilled on the floor, so there is no floor space anywhere.

We also get the two group photos blown up and signed by every one for Al. It was suppossed to go with the 10 dollar tip everyone gave. Well 6 came and went. 7 came and went 8 was fast approaching and no barby and no Al. Felt sorry for patricia, but didn't she should know better, and its all happened to us at once in our lives... not quite like that. Think he didn't show as was embarrassed, but who knows it may have been he got his oats and a tip so its next tour.

The barby still wasn't happening, and when it did it was one suasage each and a piece of bread. Sorry, but the second day of a cold shower, broome, broome pissing down with rain it was my first strop, so a group of us went to mcdonalds and pigged out. I decided I didn't want to go back to wet hostel, so sanjo and I went to the cinema and watched "the day after tomorrow". My god, American films get worse. I thought Troy was bad but this was ridiculous. Effects were great, but an american flag turning into ice was a bit much. Mind you, I was the only one in the cinema laughing my head off when the americans had to illegally cross the border into america. The irony was a bit much there. Anyway, after that we went back and chatted the the Austrian chef who is allergic to touching meat (that's another story) and chatted with him. We have invented our own broome jokes, based on it being a shit hole here. They have their own time zone which basically means nothing gets done.

Day 2 was better still raining, we take ages to make a move from the youth hostel, but brave it in to town again for supplies. I have to leg it back, after getting photos done, for us all meeting and taking the local bus to a crocodile farm.

We get the bus and walk around the farm. Not bad, crocks are nice, they breed them for thier skins that get shipped to china. Its run my Malcolm, somebody that used to poach them and now has become a conservationist... hahaha!

After that we pop to the bar next door and discover the round pool table, yep, a round pool table. After the best ever potato skins, and a few jugs of beer, we get the bus back. Our lady bus driver is hilarioius, threatens if we ring the bell more than once she will throw us out. We do, so she keeps the bus doors open all the way... such a great sense of humour, we took her picture, she was great.

We then go to the hotel to meet up again for drinks. Its raining so much now that we are literally sitting in the water. Clare and becks go and help one of the girls decide on a tatoo... after a few beers I decide to go and have a look as well.

Next day after more shopping round broom but the weather is better I set off to the tatoo shop with becks and clare to brave a tatoo. Well I got one on my ankle in the shape of a shark. Its original as it's two designs combined. Upside down it looks like a dolphin though. Boy did the bloody thing hurt. I must have gripped my own hand so tight I left marks. It took half an hour of constant pain, he does the outline then fills in the colour...ouch.

Next I get wrapped up in cling film and some barrier cream put on. I am told not to swim and then I remeber the second part of the tour is all swims.

After that and another trip round the shops and trying to post Al photos of us as a group we get the beers for the next trip and Ben has a pasta night. He and thersa cook a really good group pasta and we again go on a drinking binge ready for our early start the next day.

Posted by alexd at June 1, 2004 02:42 AM