flippin'ek

well i have had an eventful couple of days,

on wednesday i went on a 2 day tour on the great ocean road which was... interesting... the road itself is beautiful but the weather left a bit to be desired, lourne and apollo bay are great tiny little seaside towns and i really liked them...

however! we made and unscheduled stop at a waterfall which was bloomin beautiful, however some scottish guys decided that we should walk on the rocks up the river to another falls, this is all well and good however i only had my canvas pumps on which got soaked through and on the way back i stepped on a slippery piece of tree and fell with my bum in a hole, i subsequently have two massive bruises on my right knee and have buggered my back up something rotten, which means that whenever i move my right leg it shoots a pain up my back it also hurts to turn. thankfully one of the irish girls helped me up and i was ok for about 5 mins and then started crying, because i didnt think i'd be able to make it back up all the steps. after about 20 mins i decided to make a go of it but it bloody hurt.

worse than this though, was the fact that i was covered in mud, my shoes were written off and i felt like an idiot for crying in front of a load of people i'd only just met.

when we got back to lourne i asked if we could stop and i bought the only pair of trainers in the shop that would fit me, and cried at the woman who worked there, she was understandably a bit miffed about the whole thing, so i had these horrible bright white trainers, but at least they were dry. and actually they worked out at 16 squids so it wasnt so bad...

then we carried on our journey along a very bendy road which really hurt my back, went to apollo bay and had dinner and stayed at the yha there which is very special as it is only a few months old and has a kitchen straight out of ikea...

the problem was that from this point on i became "the girl who fell over" and i very rarely had conversation directed at me other than "how are you feeling now/how is your head?/how is your back? etc etc" which really annoyed me.

then yesterday we went along the shipwreck coast and saw the 12... or 8 apostles, and london bridge and all that stuff which was really amazing but it was sooo windy it made it a bit more spectacular though as the waves were really amazing and you can easily understand why its called the shipwreck coast.

then we came home... a 3 hour drive, it was very tiring.

when i arrived back i realised that i had left the key to my locker with my pack in it at apollo bay, so i had to call them and see if they had it, which thankfully they did or i would have had to pay $50, then the guy at reception said that he would use their skeleton key to upen the locker for me, but the key didnt work! so i have no clean clothes, just my jeans that were covered in mud and the stuff i was wearing yesterday, hopefully a tour leader is bringing the key in this morning but so far i have heard nothing. when i got back last night i just cried and cried because for the first time since i have been out here i have felt like things are beyond my control and it totally freaked me out to the extent that i wanted to come home.

i still feel a little bit crap, mainly because i'm having to wear dirty clothes, but i am feeling mostly better today, my back is still hurting but i guess it'll get better, i just have to kill time now until i can get my stuff... i am sorry that this is the first blog that i have posted and it isnt particularly jolly but i needed to write it down. i have at least filled my memory card now so i should have some photos soon! woop.

missing everyone lots
love, me xxx