The Oz Blog

Saturday, March 01, 2003

Tonight's blog comes courtesy of both people. Anti at the keyboard and Holly mumbling random words nearby. As the saying goes, give monkeys typewriters... Anyway, on with the blog:

We've just stumbled in from Mardi Gras, the big gay and lesbian carnival in Sydney. Yes, that's right, we've finally made it out of Asia, and thank god, we escaped with only a foot fungus and a rather fetching burn on Holly's leg, a story involving a fat thai woman and the two of us on the back of her scooter, with no helmets. Anti copped a feel on the fat thai woman, and Holly managed to set herself on fire.

'What's that kebab smell?'

'Holly, that's your leg.' She now has falafel growing on the side of her leg, that oozes a weird substance at random points throughout the day. Holly's been very good an deliberately not popped it. Will power of a saint, that one.

Holly's stopped making sense at this point, if you haven't guess, we finally scored some drugs today from a very nice hippy man who runs cafe karma in kings cross and came to my aid when he heard me loudly complaining in a side street. Surprise surprise.

We've been having some lovely drunken 'debates' with Holly's cousin. Holly herself appears to be in a machoistic hole at this very moment, rolling around on the bed, giggling madly and playing with her mad beaded dreads.

After Mardi Gras, on our second lot of Macdonalds of the evening, we met some very random girl who insisted that she'd fucked both our mums. We found it hard to believe her, what with the badly dyed black hair and orange eyebrows that distracted us for most of the strange and somewhat surreal conversation that we had with her and her weird friend.

Oh, and for anyone who's interested, Holly's bi.

posted by adulescent 5:05 AM

Wednesday, February 26, 2003

We've finally encountered real backpacking life. Today, on the way back from a waterfall, stuck in the middle of some hills with the nearest road 2 km away and with no other option, we hitched a lift on the back of a fat thai woman's scooter, which Holly immediately burnt herself on.

In terms of injuries and illnesses, our collection is coming along nicely. Along with bruises, strange swelling bites and sunburn, I have managed to nurture a rather fetching fungus that has taken one of my toes hostage, making it swell up and generally look so gross that I can make Holly scream if I wave it in her face.

My feet are disgusting, there's really no other words for them. I've even been forced to buy a new pair of flip flops after the fungus decided to move to my other pair. I fully understand if anyone should care to throw up now. I would too if they weren't my feet.

I cannot express my relief of leaving Thailand. It's one thing to come here on a holiday, and completely another to backpack around. We're dirty, we smell, everything (and I do mean EVERYTHING) is covered in a strange orangey dust and there are simple things I miss. I want to be able to talk to people again. I want not to be stared at like a freak as I walk down the street. I want sweet and sour sauce with my macdonalds!

Oh and I want a spliff. I really really really want need a spliff.

posted by adulescent 3:45 AM