After a walk on the beach, Gil heads back to Brisbane shortly after noon; his band has a show tonight and there's business to attend to. He does not want to go: how could he? This place is Paradise! I can't understand why the whole world isn't desperate to live on the Sunshine Coast. Maybe I haven't travelled enough yet.
Kellie is disappointed she has to work most of the time I'm here (she took time off to spend with Tom post-Ekka); she calls or messages every couple hours to make sure I'm OK, not too hungry or bored.
My neck is still angry, so I spend the heat of the afternoon lying on the floor reading, looking out to the water from time to time hoping to see whales, which are currently in the area.
No whales.
For that matter, no kangaroos. Over 6 months in this country, I have not seen a single kangaroo. People (Australians) are shocked when they hear this. I, however, am beginning to suspect the roos are in line with the drop bears.
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Kellie is going to stay at Tom's, but is concerned I'll be scared. I try to explain what an amazing gift it is to have a place to myself; the last time was mid-February.
Secretly, I love her doting over me.
And this is how I spend my time on The Sunshine Coast: swim, read, run, swim, walk, read, bike, swim, swim, read.
The weather is mind-boggling beautiful, and the hours drip by.
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