It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together with someone, you’ll always find out something new about them that surprises you. For instance, the Ninja Turtle learnt this morning that GodzillaPin had never driven an automatic car before. They walked the short distance from the backpackers to the car rental office, but it took them longer to drive back. They also almost got into about three accidents in that ten minutes of missed turns, wrong indications and for a minute, the Turtle thought it would just have been easier to get out of the car and walk.
While that may seem very attractive, it also wasn’t very feasible, for there was no way she could walk to their next destination.
Yep, their next stop is Surfers Paradise, and truth be told, the Ninja Turtle is awfully glad that GodzillaPin insisted on making last-minute changes to their plans, just so they could include this destination, because this:
It’s really odd how one’s perceptions can change after just a short period of time away. True, the Turtle had never lived in Brisbane or Surfers Paradise before, but the truth is, all Australian cities are probably very much the same. The point is, after having spent some time abroad, she very quickly noticed one thing immediately: Food is EVERYWHERE.
It is inescapable; you get cafes, bistros, pubs, restaurants, food courts, bakeries, sushi chains, bubble tea bars, juice bars, kebab outlets, convenience stores that sell anything from microwaveable hotdogs to frozen Coke that ceaselessly swirls away in that hypnotic machine, and every last one of these places is screaming at you: EAT!
So, eat they did. After getting lost a couple of times (or five) en route, they were pretty hungry by the time check-in was sorted. They wandered out, and found many restaurants offering lunch deals, often priced at a nice round $10. The Turtle is still speechless by the rate of inflation in Australia since she left it a while back, but that is another post all together.
It was a tasty pizza, but it kept repeating on the Turtle when she went for her 5-mile run along the beachside later that afternoon. As a matter of fact, because it has been almost a week since she last ran (for the flight in Paris) and she is still not used to the heat, she found herself regurgitating some of that pizza into the roadside plants. Let that be lesson learnt for the Turtle, and a warning to all, never to drink sparkling wine and eat a whole pizza before running. Save it for AFTER.