March 25, 2013

Adventure Time

YAYAYAYAY I am still feeding off my trip to yet another awesome spot in this country.

Noosa Heads.
Best known for old people, the national park and of course the legendary nude beach. (We didn't make it there. THIS TIME!)

After a long week of work we tried to find a place to stay at Mooloolaba or Maroochydore first, but ended up further up North because EVERYTHING was full.
Since Noosa is a bit of a drive we were hesitant at first but ended up pressing the "book now" button anyway. Nothing like a bit of insensible behaviour on a Friday night.

So on Saturday morning, after an amazing home-cooked Canadian breakfast (a birthday tradition), we headed off to what we thought would probably be a weekend spent indoors and maybe (!) in a pool accompanied by the occasional rain dance.

How wrong I was. It turned out to be super sunny and warm. Some of the locals there even blamed the good weather (after 8 weeks of rain) on our presence. Hehe. Children of the sun.

We ended up in the South Pacific Resort & Spa, which is about 5 minutes from Noosa Heads' busy Hastings Street.
The photos on their website speak for themselves but let's just say we felt like fresh out of "Forgetting Sarah Marshall". Can you blame us for faking a British accent?
Really feeling that minimalistic Polynesian-inspired interior decor

view from the hotel room. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Before checking into our room, we explored Noosaville and the Foreshore. It's a really charming place that reminded me of that one time I went to Magnetic Island with my awesome bro and 3 other rad friends.
There were a lot of cute little takeaway-places and lots of very expensive restaurants, and of course the famous Giant Pelican.

Australians and their fascination with gigantic plastic statues
After delicious food and a wander through some of the busier, touristy streets we headed to the hotel and checked into our awesome room. We booked in for a massage and damn, it was amazing! I love having a nice old chat with my massage therapist and she was a fabulous New Age-freak and really into aromatherapy. She passed on some of her secrets to me, my favorite being an apparently extremely efficient way to relax and shake off any conflict or stress that may have built up in your body during the day - hot foot baths infused with rose petals and lavender oil. I have yet to try this one out but just the thought of doing this in winter after a long day at work gives me happy goose bumps.

Still zonked from our massage we headed into the heated pool and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in cheesy, married-couple lame twosomeness. We did plan on going to the beach, but after 30 mins of unsuccessfully finding a spot to park our car and a million people at the beach we decided to just take it easy. If you spend your work days wandering through busy shopping centres, bumping into thousands of crazy consumerism-controlled aimless people you quite enjoy doing absolutely nothing while being surrounded by a bare minimum of fellow human beings.

 Needless to say I got my drink on soon after!
1 Cosmopolitan later I was harassing the bar staff
We hopped into a cab and made our way back down to Hastings Street and set foot in the Irish Pub there. Yeah, it became apparent pretty quickly that Noosa was Noosa and only about 25 people actually go out on a Saturday night, so after downing way too many drinks in very little time and a very embarrassing trip to Video Ezy (apologies to the young man behind the counter lol), we embarked on a journey to find an open bottle shop and then crashed in the hotel room. I lasted about two thirds into a Prosecco bottle and Wes Anderson movie before I happily and drunkenly fell asleep.

I woke up WITHOUT a hangover (nailed it!!!) and we headed towards Brisbane fairly early, got stuck in traffic and decided to turn off our GPS and have breakfast in a charming deli away from the main road.

After about an hour in the car we finally made it to the beach, only to find this:

Nevertheless I got to have a wander at the beach, feel the sand between my toes and smell the salty, crisp ocean breeze. Marvillosa!!
feeling an overwhelming amount of content right now
And of course, what would a birthday be without half a birthday cake?
Yeah, that's right. Half a birthday cake. Because otherwise I would have eaten about 12 pieces myself.
Black forest. Eating in style!

Thanks everyone for being  so crazily awesome!