48 Hours in Noosa Diary
I once read an article about top executives who live in Europe and fly to London everyday for work. They catch the 7am flight which gets them to Gatwick airport at 8 and to their office in London by 9.
That to me is the definition of a jet setter.
While I fly no where near that much, I do try to escape home to Noosa whenever I can. Until I bite the bullet and move overseas, Sydney is my London and Noosa is my European-style mini vacation. Here is my 48 Hour Noosa Diary, an amusing routine that I do every few weeks.
48 Hours in Noosa Diary
I double check that I have all my travel essentials and make a mad dash from work to the airport. Why is it that you can never manage to get a cab when you really need one?
Rolling my little red suitcase past the lines feeling like a bad ass frequent flyer (I’ve already checked in online). When I’m having a bad eyebrow day I always get pulled to the side and checked for explosives.
It takes all the strength I have to resist the urge to eat McDonalds and instead grab the 1000 magazines for $10 deal only to later discover I’m reading the same thing in a million different magazines.
I’m usually running to board my plane, as the jokesters at Jetstar love to play a game called “let’s just change the gate from 18 to 28 at the final hour and watch her run”.
In the air and desperately trying to resist the snacks cart. My body says “yes” but my mind says “get those fucking Pringles away from me.”
Land in Noosa (the benefits of daylight savings) the air smells like home and I immediately wonder what mum has cooked for me. Roast chicken? Lasagne? Tacos…
Even though I have lived out of home since I was 17 I still raid the pantry and comment on the smallest changes. “So you’re getting the more expensive chocolate now”. I see how it is.
Mum and I drive down to Hastings Street and get a take away coffee from Sails coffee cart. We hit the National Park walk before it gets busy (before I run into anyone I know).
9:00 am We avoid the touristy beaches and go to Grainte Bay instead. I go for a swim in the ocean to wash away the week and almost lose my bikini and not in a sexy damsel in distressed way, more in a washed up should have done nippers as a kid kind of way.
10:00 am I get changed at Bay Village and we go to Bistro C ‘on the beach’ for breakfast.
10:15am I order the healthiest meal and make mum order the naughtier one so I can eat it if I get bored.
10:30 am Mum and I swap as soon as the meals arrive.
12 pm Time to hit the shops on Hasting Street. A lot has changed since the days when Hastings Street only catered to rich nanna’s. Check out this little gem Bow & Arrow, created by a lovely, talented lady I grew up with.
12:30 pm I always end up buying a pair of tan/nude heels. Simply being back in Noosa makes me feel far more tanned than I actually am.
5:00pm And then before I know it my dad is driving me back to the airport again. No matter how many times I come and ago it always feels like I’m leaving home for the very first time.
So there you go, it certainly isn’t as glamorous as the lives of those jet setting Londoners but it is a life I feel very privileged to live. Next time I’ll take you on a journey of Noosa’s nightlife and 10 ways to embarrass yourself, drunk on the beach in front of dozens of your old peers. For me it is a tale as old as time. See you soon, Noosa.