Zelma’s Trip

I arrived in Agnes Water on the bus after an overnight trip from Airlie.  I actually managed to doze slightly but, as always, felt rough after the long journey.  We got out in the middle of nowhere but fortunately there was a friendly guy in a transfer minibus to take us to our various hostels.  I opted for “Cool bananas” and was very pleased I did.  The place was a chilled out little haven a short walk from a lovely beach.  I spent the day visiting the beach and looking around the ‘town’ which took all of three minutes.  What you don’t realise until you arrive is that the bus goes to Agnes Water which is close to, but not same place as, 1770.  For those who don’t know the place was called 1770 as this is when Captain Cook allegedly discovered it.  I say allegedly as, when we were out on the Whitsundays we were told not only that Captain Cook was not in fact a Captain, but that he clearly didn’t know what day it was as he found the Whitsunday islands on a Monday.  I guess I’m not the best critic here though as I seem unable to locate nearby shops let alone discover a whole island group!

After a relaxed day on the Thursday I embarked on more of the same the following day.  Well that and trying to figure out my plans for the rest of the time in Australia which left me somewhat perplexed.  After planning my whole route whilst sat on the beach I returned to the hostel to discover that none of the buses arrived anywhere useful or at helpful times of the day in order to pick a car up.  I decided that I would just head to Rockhampton and figure it out from there.  In the evening I headed out on the hostel transfer bus to a local bar where there was a table tennis competition.  I ended up coming second which was pretty impressive and the final game had never ending tie-breaks.  There were two people of Eastern descent (God that sounded awful) who asked if I played professionally and I don’t think they were actually joking either.  I nearly bricked it when the girl in my first game got up, was oriental and had that crazy grip thing going on.  Well I guess it’s something to fall back on if I can’t decided what to do on my return.  After the table tennis place we went to “the Tavern” which is the local pub in the town.  I got talking to two local guys, one of whom was a spitting image of Father Christmas.  I also met the guy from Airlie who had said that I had evil eyes out that evening and he turned out to firstly be staying at my hostel and secondly to be a really sound bloke.  He apologised and said that it was a random drunken comment so I let him off.  Although my paranoia about having dimples remains…….just kidding!

The following day I attempted to plan my trip again, went online and generally faffed around the hostel and town.  I also drank way too many ice drinks and went down to the beach.  In the evening I had the cooked meal at the hostel which included mash potato (mmmm) and then got the transfer bus to get the main bus to Rockhampton.