My irresponsibility was rewarded upon my return by finding an amazing house just seconds from the uni, with a colourful cast of roommates. There's Ned and Thomas from France, Tania the PhD candidate researching pandemic influenza strains, Randy from Indiana, Igor the Brazilian with a Russian name and Clara, the token Australian. Listing them sounds like that scene from Forrest Gump where he names off everyone in his fighting unit.
Shortly after I moved in, we rented out an amazing beach house on North Stradbroke Island, one of the worlds largest sand islands just an hours drive from the city. The house was more like a 3 level condo located on the highest point of the island, with fantastic views of Moreton Bay and steps from the beach. The renters strictly advertise that no partying and no more than 8 people in the house at the time. So we squeezed in 15 friends and played hide and seek with the landlady. Here's a pic of the house and our view from the breakfast terrace:
While exploring the island we reached the northern point and found everyone gathered along the lookout point by some overhanging cliffs. Before I could ask what the commotion was about, I saw water spouts and white foaming seas on the horizon. A pod of humpback whales was passing by on their yearly migration from their summer Antarctic feeding grounds. We watched
them breaching the surface, then disappearing in a foaming whitewash for almost an hour before they moved on.
Me at North Point lookout, and a view of the Main Beach:
The rest of my time there was spent surfing (or attempting to), doing bushwalks around the island and enjoying freshly caught fish from spearfishing enthusiast on our trip. A great weekend to get to know the roommates and unwind before the beginning of the school semester. The Straddie crew, and sunset from the ferry taking us back to mainland, and reality:
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