Noosa is where we were to drop our lovely Hertz rental car off and wave goodbye to our four wheels of freedom for a while. However, dropping the thing off proved to be slightly more dramatic than expected. Unfortunately the lovely folk at Byron failed to tell us that the rental place at our destination had in fact moved and was not two blocks from the hostel anymore but located outside Noosa on an industrial estate!
After finding this place of secrets and lies, we then had to figure out how the hell we were supposed to get back to town. It was sunday which didn't help. So in the end we hitched back in a car with a smelly artist guy who was staying at a friends canoeing centre up a hill somewhere. We were quite reluctant to accept the lift, but it was dark and Kat was being bitten to death by mosquitos and the bus was in over an hour.
I sat up front chatting away...at the same time planing our best exit strategy if all went tits up. I eventually came to the conclusion that this would probably be something along the lines of opening the doors and executing some sort of tuck and roll commando style escape. Kat all the while in the back had her fingered crossed preying to God we wouldn't be chopped up into small peices and dumped in a hedge. Turns out he was nice guy and we got delivered right to our hostel door in exchange for some arty banter. Bargain.
The hostel dorm had an uncanny resemblance to that of a prison cell.. which was nice. It was raining so I suggested to Kat that I cut her hair to pass the time. She foolishly said yes.
Luckily for both of us no one got hurt in the process.
The next day we strolled around the town, hit the beach for an hour before we couldn't take the sand blasting anymore. Noosa is a fairly posh little town with boutiques and expensive restaurants...
So we went to Coles and brought Cuppa Soup for dinner.
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