Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Day 21 in the big brother house...

Just a quick post (hopefully). I just had to let you know of the comedy that has become Manly Backpackers.

This 'home from home' has turned into the Big Brother house. I love it but it is dirty and smelly. There are parties every night - not just until 1 or 2am but last night's was going on a few rooms away until around 7am.

Fun if you want to party - not if you have work in the morning.

So while Danielle and I were away this weekend two chaps got into a fight. Never much love lost between them anyway but it apparently escalated into a full-out brawl and one threatened to press charges on the other. The police came and one went on the run...

However the chap who was pressing charges decided to skip the hostel without settling his bill.

Then there is the thieving which has been going on. Fingers were pointed at a certain aussie/yank guy and he was kicked out, then reinstated when people protested, threatened with eviction again and now, who knows.

There is the British teenager who is dating a girl who's fiance is coming out in a few days (and a similar situation the other week with a different guy), the threat of closure of the hostel by the council and the waterbombing incident.

Certain merry individuals (I was on the beach I'll hasten to add) decided to waterbomb people passing underneath their balcony and cars at the traffic lights. Complaints aglory.

Plus the complaints from neighbours about noise, loud music and so on, the lack of toilet paper drama, the inability to use power sockets because it sets of the fire alarms....

There is bed-hopping aplenty and drunken dancing, drug taking and noodle-only diets. But before my parents have a heart attack reading this, there are also amazing people here and even the biggest party animals are deep-down decent people and good to have a laugh with.

A group of us made a massive Mexican meal last night, stuck to green tea and watched cheesy movies or watched the pool competition. It can be (fairly) civilised in a studenty way.

But today I am job and flat hunting with a vengeance. It's only the thought I can soon move out that keeps me vaguely sane and Danielle, Dani and her chap Taz are determined to move to the quieter hostel up the road in the meantime.

So there we go. Job-wise I'm still doing the casual marketing work, still applying for bar work, still sending speculative emails to the newspapers around here. And of course, improving my tan on the stunning beach here...

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