Day 7: Mostly Complaining about Food

G'day mates! Im a day behind and... you know what, I need to stop and apologize for opening with that. I'm disgusted with myself. Let's just get on with it.

Waking up in the hotel feeling oodles better than the night before, I had high hopes for the day to come. After a ceremonial daily argument, Tayla and I decided to go downstairs and grab some breakfast at the hotel's buffet. The food was alright, it definitely was less flavorful than anything in the states. I guess it's because there's less salt in the food or something, a good change for some, but I missed my cholesterol-ridden breakfasts from home. Regardless, it was a full meal to start the day.

It's like American food without the patriotism

We needed to be at the airport at 2, but we were bored, so we asked our brother in law what we could do. He suggested a trampoline place called Skyzone and we were instantly on board. I was so excited that I took a shitty picture of the building out of anticipation for the legendary afternoon sure to come.

It's industrial look appeals to children in the workforce

We get inside and immediately realized that we were not the target demographic. We arrived at "Little Leaper" hour, which means all the little ankle-biters were out on the trampolines constantly busting their ass. It was entertaining to say the least, but I'm not paying 26 dollars to watch kids get injured for an hour. That's barely worth 10.

Didn't get a pic of the kids on account of me not wanting to get arrested

They tucked us in a small corner for our whole time there, which was fine. We had a little platform to jump off and angled trampolines to fail tricks off of so we were entertained for about 45 minutes. We would have stayed for our whole time but we were way too exhausted. Trampolines seem like endless fun until you get big enough to feel your organs become displaced with each bounce. Our early departure was less of an entertainment issue and more of a medical one.

You can tell which one of us works out anymore

Lunch time! We hit a café walking distance from DeathZone and ordered some more expensive ass food. While we waited we did some calculating on the prices... subtracting the tip, tax, and factoring in conversion rates, we were still getting totally screwed over by Sydney.

Feat. 8 pinches of added salt

After lunch we ubered to the airport and made friends with the uber driver. He asked where we were going and was shocked when we said Narrabri. "What the hell is in Narrabri?" He shrieked. "I guess you're going to go pig hunting?" It seemed like he was being condescending, mostly because I didn't know pigs were fun to kill, but then it clicked that wild boar are ferocious beasts that killed the late king Robert Baratheon and I should be more careful. Anyway, we got into the airport without incident.

It was raining outside which delayed all incoming and outgoing flights. 10 minutes later they lifted the #travelban, yay! 5 minutes later they reinforced it due to rain, boo! This poor woman sounded like an idiot as she made four more announcements switching the status of the airplanes. Not gonna lie, it felt like they didn't put safety as their highest priority. I would have been okay with them waiting out the storm instead of forcing in and out flights as if they were too big for their skinny jeans.  I guess I shouldn't complain, we boarded our flight only 25 minutes late.

"We're all gonna die" - Everybody

The plane chilled on the ground for a while before we took off, waiting for what I assume to be a good time to slip between lightning strikes. Takeoff was a blast with the plane being small enough to move from the gusts of wind. We jolted and jerked all the way up to cruising altitude, some people handling it better than others.

I don't know if blinding yourself improves your survival chances, Tay

It was a short trip, about an hour and a half. We were met at the airport by my other sister Jacki and her lovely in-laws, Pete and Lynn. We drove over to her sister in law's place where we saw their new baby! She was cute as a flute, but otherwise pretty ordinary and a terrible conversationalist. We hung around and chatted for a while with the cool new parents Ashley and David before leaving for my sister's place.

We needed dinner and grabbed some fast food at a location I don't remember and care too little about to look up. I complained earlier about the salt levels in food and my prayers were answered ten fold; the fries at this place were saltier than a liberal on election day. Sorry, they weren't called fries, they are chips here in Australia. And they are topped with tomato sauce. And I'm gonna go vomit.

That pretty much concludes the day. For a travel day it was pretty eventful, if I say so myself. I hope you all enjoy reading these!

I'll check in again tomorrow!