Historically known as ‘forceable invasion and ostracisation of indigenous Australians’ day.
Nationally celebrated as ‘let’s f*ck up our liver’ day.
Being Australian myself, I make it a habit not be found engaging in the annual behaviour of:
1. calling in sick
2. binge drinking
3. attaining diabetes with lamington overdose and finally….
4. finding yourself lying unconscious, poolside (or beachside) on a couch – surrounded by the wreckage of VB cans, cheap plastic cups and cold sausages.
I do however, love beaches.
Unfortunately, today… I was working!
Though, my shift got cut short (Great job once again Aussie weather).
I found it interesting though, in the space of two humid hours; my snapchat stories had been quietly accumulating. My phone repeatedly buzzing. Muted but none the less annoying – notifying me of new drunken updates.
I wasn’t surprised when the majority of my ‘friends‘ had sent me short snippets of their booze fuelled public holiday.
Watching everyone have a good time via social media always fills me with a mixture between regret and relief. Regret for missing the occasion and relief for not being exposed to those socially awkward situations in the first place.
Atleast tommorow I’ll have a clear head, whilst a quarter of all Aussies will probably fall victim to the post Aussie day hangover.
My unsteatated liver is quietly thanking me for now – don’t worry liver, the cruise will sort that out.
Hope you all had a great day, whether you be a sober Aussie, a drunken Aussie, or not even Aussie at all.
I’ve just received the conformation email for my seven day cruise next month, I’m officially going to be sailing the high tides on the P&O Pacific Dawn in February!
It was a spontaneous buy.
It all started with a late night text and laughs over caramel pecan icecream.
Ash: Meet me at Baskin Robins in 15 x
My best friend excitedly dropped me the deets as icecream was dribbling down the sides of the chocolate waffle cone, melting (like I was) in the humid summer air;
Anna, how do you feel about going on this cruise next month? It’s just before Uni starts!
And of course, in true Anna fashion; I replied:
OH MY (EXPLETIVE) GOSH – YES.
YES YES YES YES
It was the last minute sales, we nabbed our cabin – more like bunker of four, with two other mates that very night.
The following day they sold out.
The last cruise I went on was in the winter of 2006 (with the same company) – I’m a little more than out of shape cruisewise.
But the cool smell of the sea, dancing, smiles and mocktails in hand will never fade from my memory (even though I was barely 8 years old the last time I went).
THIS TIME THOUGH, I’LL ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO DRINK
to be honest though, this will probably be me.
I distinctly remember one of the Islands we ventured to, it was a beautiful place. The twang of ukulele’s filled the air. Shade from the palm trees gave much needed respite from the sun kissed sand, and the snorkeling (though I don’t remember much of it).
Sea cucumbers dominated the seafloor, I remember being scared of them and refusing to go back into the reef.
Instead I decided to make a deep pit in the sand, in which I would hoard countless hermit crabs.
Those poor hermit crabs….
For 2 and a half hours there was this huge, strange, monster pushing them back into this pit when they tried to escape. Their attempts at climbing the sandy cliffs – an act of desperation – proving worthless.
I don’t know what came over the strange mind of the 8 year old me, but I loved having this hermit crab zoo more than the cruise itself.
When it came to leaving I had left some half eaten biscuit crumbs in the pit, tears streaming down my face – Goodbye friends!
Yeah, I was really social back then.
I’ll have to tell you about the time I found a trove of coconuts by a beach and absolutely lost it.
But that’s for another time.
====== Anna Freeman, Student Dietecian ======
Ps: So if you have any cruise tips at all, please let me know! I’ve forgotten the in’s and outs of the cruising life!