Townsville, and Roz!

Yes, Roz, the 3 man has got you in his grips

We did it. We left Cairns. It was tough after nearly 2 months but we packed up the car (yes, still not bloody sold) and headed to Townsville, 4 hours south. Roz has been living there for the past 2 weeks and managed to get a job as a gym instructor, thanks to her qualifications all the way from Inverkip, Inverclyde, and so we met up with her. We stayed in the same hostel and decided to have a few drinks as we haven't seen each other in a while and had many a housekeeping tale to tell. Now Nic Roz and Kat go back about 2 years, and in that time we have had a fair few drinks, none more scarring than roughly a year ago when we played the infamous drinking game '3 man' in Birmingham. 3 man is basically a game played with dice that makes people drink a lot, especially if the fate of the dice decides that one person is the '3 man'. In Birmingham this was Nic, and the result was her being sick out of a window by 7pm and was too poorly to make it out that night. In Oz though, Roz would not shut up about playing this game, I think Nic had made her peace with it but the Scot persisted. So we gave in, and thank god, Roz was the 3 man. I swear we had been playing about 30 minutes and Roz was already 'gone', never have I seen anyone deteriorate so quickly. After an hour she decided she couldn't make it out and went to bed. I can only presume that in a year's time I will be the one being sick out of a window.

From Townsville we went to Magnetic Island, which is about 30 minutes from the mainland and we got to see beautiful beaches and koalas in the wild! It boast that it has '320 days of sunshine a year'. We went on one of the 45 unfortunately, and managed to spend a lot of time sat on the beach wrapped up in towels oh dear!