I was right, getting to bed early was a good idea, cause come 9am I am still in NO SHAPE to be getting up. Although I’m doing a fair bit better than my roommates, all of whom were at the folk festival yesterday and didn’t get home until 7 this morning.
Of course, thanks to New Years, the hostel is a complete pit, and it takes the combined efforts of Jesse, Janet and myself to actually get through it all. You have no idea how messy backpackers can be until you actually have to clean up their aftermath. I despair of the kitchens every being truly clean…
Once the hostel is habitable again, I slink off to the beach, although this time I avoid the main area and stick to Bulcock Beach, where an island nearby creates a channel for the current while reducing the waves. It means you can swim without worrying too much after waves, and gives you the ability to ride down the beach without lifting a finger (though good luck trying to fight the current and swim back). It also strips yet another several shades of blue from my hair – its starting to look pretty bad.
When I get back, it’s just in time for the Barbeque, which Jesse has had to put of and put off because people keep changing plans – everyone left just as he was about to start twice. Thankfully at 5 everyone is back, and we get to enjoy New Years Day in the garden again.