so i came back from darwin on tuesday but being stuck in mum-enforced quarantine really makes a girl depressed. not to mention having her cat in hospital. and living with a hypocritical self-proclaimed center of the universe.
oh wells, i guess its one of those lemons and lemonade situations.
anyway, darwin yes. it was more or less... ok, seeing as ive never really had a life changing and unforgettable holiday so yeah, it was ok. flew off on wednesday night, arrived on thursday morning and all 16 of us wandered around like vagrants until macs opened at 6.30 and we could have breakfast. for the record, eating 3 hashbrowns is not a good thing to do. anyway, basically did more vagrant-ing throughout the day and went to the night market. there was this... really large and imposing black man who was swearing like mad and generally spittting kittens to some security guy and it was quite freaky. there was literally this tension in the air and somehow your gut tightens because it senses approaching violence. thankfully nothing serious happened though i lost track of the number of fucks the guy used when i ran out of fingers and toes.
the next three days were spent out in the middle of nowhere at the kakadu national park where we basically drove like mad and ate like mad (hell fast food everyday is not good for my arteries). we visited some tourist sites and got swamped my mosquitoes but mostly came out alive and itchy. there was this incident with petrol not getting along with a diesel engine but bah, i wasn't the poor guy who had to drive the same 50+km several times ferrying stranded people.
we finally returned to civilisation on sunday night and on monday we went to casuarina square which is quite a nice shopping centre. but with only around 2hours of shopping time, i didnt get to buy much and i seriously regret not buying a lot of things. and still being under house arrest, i can't rectify that anytime soon. tuesday we wandered around darwin like vagrants again and then went off to the airport to catch our flight.
it's quite sad when the best thing about the holiday was that i got to read two more dresden files books but oh wells. at least now i know i don't react well to flying bloodsuckers and rugrats who slam into your legs and never let go. (so i'm not a kid person, bite me)
