It’s been a hot minute since i’ve updated my blog. It’s hard to blog about travelling when you haven’t been doing a lot of travelling though. Which is why, in the last few weeks, i’ve made a conscious effort to go out on the weekends and explore (she says as she lies in a hungover state of despair).
I’ve been living in Brisbane for about two months now and I’ve loved every minute of it. It’s great to be back with Sarah and Leanne even if I can’t actually keep up with their antics any more, i’m really enjoying my new job with Walker Andersen as a recruitment consultant and the weather is just getting warmer and warmer. The only downside to city-living, or general living to be honest, is the hostel situation. Working 8-6 every day and living in a 8-bed dorm room is not ideal, i’m sick of having to get showered and dressed in a cubicle and I really want an oven and some storage facilities, not to mention a bedroom to myself and a wardrobe. Spending weekends stuck in the hostel just defeats the point of my being in Australia as far as I’m concerned too so I decided if I can’t move out just yet (i’m working on it) then i’m going to make use of my weekends.
Luckily a girl I met on the same day I did my skydive recently moved back to Brisbane to be with her boyfriend so we got chatting again and decided to meet up. Lisa is from New Zealand and is quite possibly the sweetest girl I know, herself and her boyfriend Jason suggested going to The Glass House Mountains which is around an hour away from Brisbane at the start of the Sunshine Coast. I was feeling up for some cardio and it didn’t disappoint.
The Glass House Mountains are described as a group of eleven “hills’ on the hinterland of the Sunshine Coast. Hills?! massive understatement. Each hill (mountain) has it’s own aboriginal name but the name ‘Glass House Mountains’ originates from good old Captain Cook who has his finger in every pie in Australia it seems. He named them after the glass furnaces in his home town of Yorkshire. Never been to Yorkshire but i’m betting they don’t have shit on Mount Beerburrum.
Of all the mountains we could have chosen to hike we picked Mount Tibrogargan which I believe is the steepest, but not the biggest of the twelve. Lisa’s a kiwi so these little bumps in the earth were nothing compared to the bad boys she’s climbed at home, meanwhile little city girl over here was huffing and puffing her way up the cobbled hill. Unfortunately I only made it half way. I surrendered to the fear when trying to rock climb over a really steep part, I couldn’t get a good grip on the surface and just gave up so I spent an hour sitting on the side of the mountain staring into the beautiful open space – not a bad way to kill some time for sure.
All in all it wasn’t the best cardio session, I really wish i’d been able to get over that bump in the mountain – I can’t even use my height or size as an excuse because Lisa is probably an inch shorter than me and skipped over it but i am determined to return and defeat the beast. Lisa reckons we should warm up on Mount Ngungun first and then tackle Tibro, I think she’s on crack so….