I woke up with a bit of a buzz and certainly a head ache from the night before. I was wearing an over sized sweatshirt that Conor had given me the night before. I lazily made my way to the rec area and ran into Conor who said, "I'm glad you didn't lose my hoodie."
I sat down and started talking to him. As I drank a Jungle Juice from the cafe (which is amazing), Conor told me all about his night in jail because of his drunk driving. I was shocked but at least Conor didn't seem too worried. He doesn't plan on going to court, which means he will have a warrant out for his arrest in Australia. The life of a criminal.
Since I hadn't made it to the lighthouse the day before, I decided I wanted to go to sweat some of the alcohol out of my system. Conor knew the way so he led me there. I tried to get Yuan and Maren to come but they had other plans for the day.
I had no idea what kind of a walk I was in for. You have an easy, yet somewhat long walk just to the base of the trail that heads up to the lighthouse. Then you have a very steep up-and-down climb through the bush to the lighthouse. Then you'll eventually make it to the most eastern point in Australia. We continued on and eventually made it down to a beach just off of the rocks. The weather was pretty gloomy but the breeze felt great after such a hike.
It began lightly raining as we got closer to the main beach. We walked up to the parking lot and the couple who's Kombi had died the night before was still there. Conor wanted to go say hi so we walked over. The look on the man's face was pure sympathy because he had to watch as Conor got arrested the night before. He apologized but Conor just shrugged it off and tried helping the couple once again. He had no idea what was wrong so we walked back to the AFL.
Conor, myself, 2 Swedish girls from the night before, Doug, and few other people just had a lazy afternoon/evening. It rained off and on all night. We met a couple from the UK who was travelling the world, one country at a time, until they found a place they wanted to call home. I admired their lack of planning and adventurous attitudes. I thought it was quite brave.
Before long, we were headed back out on the town yet again. This time we went to a small cafe called the Ginger Pig. One of the guys who was staying at the AFL had a gig for 3 hours in the evening. We got there and the guy was playing his own version of Tracy Chapman's Fast Car. He was an incredible musician. We stayed until he finished his set, grabbed some food, some wine, and wandered back to the AFL. For the rest of the night we listened to music and talked about anything under the sun.
A short clip of the performer from the Ginger Pig
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