Ok, so

Originally this was a bit of a private issue, but this blog is supposed to cover 'most every aspect of my trip, right? So, here we go.

By the way, for the people who I sent it to first, it is copy pasta, you'll have to excuse me for that.

You're going to have to excuse me, but I seriously need someone to rant at. but I really need to get it off my chest.

There may be swears.

I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE MCLEOD.

Oh my god, seriously.

I mean, firstly, let's summarise past events. She spends the best part of a school year begging, guilt tripping and persuading me to go to the other side of the planet, with just her, a girl I don't really know all to well. Eventually she succeeds and I save nearly all of my wages for the best part of the last good summer of my life, ignoring parties and trips to the beach for the sake of surviving on my own hard earned scratch in Oz.

She, on the other hand, has enough money to sustain herself for a good long while. Hell, for the first part of the trip she's staying in prepaid accomodation and then with her family. She's not even paying for her food or board, unlike me who'se done nearly this entire trip out of his own pocket.

She then texts me the morning I'm leaving the country to tell me that our two months is off, she's leaving Oz. I managed to persaud her to stay a week, with me, just so I'm not entirely on my own.

I mean, come on, I don't like taking the bus on my own, Australia? I was shitting bricks at the prospect.

That's pretty bad, right? Ok, let's move on to the current.

So I have a wonderful time in Sydney, without her. I meet her a few days later and I give her a well deserved telling off. She has no counter argument except "It's what I want to do and you can't change that". Ok, fine, whatever, I wasn't really holding out hope on swaying her to my side, but at least we can have a good time in Cairns, right?

Wrong.

Cairns is shit, there's not even a proper beach. There's a pool by the beach (which we spent a good few hours at, despite the fact that Elle refused to go back for our towells and cossies so we could actually swim. So I had to spend an hour bored whilst she lay there sunning herself.

So to have a good time in Cairns, you need to go to the sites, the rainforest, port douglas, the barrier reef.

"Elle, we're only here for a week, it'd be retarded not to see the sites. How about the reef tomorrow?"
"Yeah, ok"
"Look, there's this one here for [70 pounds]. You get taken out on a luxury boat, you get breakfast, lunch, free drinks and two hours of snorkling the reef with equipment given to you"
"That's kind of expensive"
"There's one here for [50 pounds]"
"..."
"Oh come on, here's one for [25 pounds]"
"why don't we just get the ferry to Fitzroy island, buy a snorkal each and check out the reef there?"

It's at this point she fucking made me flip. She's the one with enough fucking money to live for 2 months, whilst I'm the poor schmuck she's dragged out here, last minute notice to be her travel bitch, the guy who's gonna have to work to survive and yet she's going on about how this shit is too fucking pricey?

That's not even the worst part.

We start arguing a little bit, I tell her that's retarded, the island isn't even ON the reef. There's no coral and all the offwash from the city fucks up the water, she said that was bullshit and the tours were just trying to rip us off. Apparently 70 quid is too much for six hours on a luxury boat with supervision, food and two hours at one of the most beautiful natural occurances on the planet.

I then tell her she's being a cheapskate, that I'm gonna have to work soon so I'd at least like to see the sights before I do.

"Do it on your own then".

That's what she said.

That's what she fucking said.

I cannot believe she said that.

Do it on my own? I'm doing this whole fucking COUNTRY on my own. This whole fucking hemisphere! She's the one who's left me alone in the most inhospitable place on Earth and she has the gaul to tell me, during the only week I have with an actual friend, to do it on my own. I mean, how dare she! First she leaves me on my own for the two months we had planned, THEN she decides that I can do the week I have with her on my own?

I wanted to cry. I actually wanted to cry.

I don't know who she thinks I am, but I'm not a guy who can do the other side of the world, away from his family, away from his REAL friends without support. and the only time I have anyone by my side, she decides it's fine to just fuck off and spend 10 bucks to check out the coral that's been killed by the city's offwash?

SHE'S the one with the money here, SHE'S the one who's been experiencing this country as a tourist whilst I've been experiencing it as a backpacker, paying for my own food, my own board, finding my own way around.

You know what her excuse was? " I want money when I get back home, so I don't have to find a job straight away".

I mean, WHAT THE FUCK. She'd rather have money for going out in chepstow then seeing the mother fucking barrier reef? The Shitting rainforest?

Jesus christ.

So that's it. Fuck her. Fuck McLeod. I'm not talking to her. I'm going out tomorrow. to the barrier reef. On my own. She can fucking take Fitzroy island and stick it. She's flaked out on me majorly, twice now. I might fly to Adelaide without telling her, see how she fucking likes it on her own.

Fuck her.

So yeah, cheers for that. Sorry for spilling my bile all over you, I just needed to tell someone.

Thanks.