I write this after a week in Surfers Paradise, but then Im getting ahead of myself.
Woke up at 8am as I had booked a flight to Sydney to surprise mum for her bday. The family was going to drive up on Saturday to Surfers Paradise and then spend a week in the sun with Sam. So I had breakfast, organised the car, and then set out to Adelaide airport. The girl at reception said it was 25mins away I didnt leave too much time, but as I was driving along my phone and its GPS suddenly lost the plot and put me somewhere out of Adelaide. Shit shit shit shit. Im driving along, trying to reset my phone when smack, I hit the back of the big landcruiser in front of me. Thankfully they have a towbar and no damage is done on their end, but my bull bar has been restyled to have a big dent in it. Im driving along trying to find my way back to my hostel when I pull up next to a taxi driver. I jumped out and asked for directions, and it turns out he is going to the airport and its not a very complicated drive, so I follow his directions and arrive there without a hitch (but running very late). I drove over to the long term car park and would you believe it but its full. Thankfully, 5 minutes later someone drives out and the machine lets me in. Im now running really late for check in so I just grab my backpack and another bag with some random clothes in it and run over to the shuttle bus that is about to leave. Once on the bus I have this horrible feeling that I didn't lock the car and in the mad rush I was in its a possibility.
So the last week has been spent worrying that my beautiful patrol is gone along with all the stuff thats in it. And to top it off, its rained for nearly the whole week here in Surfers.
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