I boarded the Oz experience coach to Cairns on a rainy grey morning in Melbourne.
The Oz experience coach I took definately stood out with its bright orange colour and was also very comfy with leather seats and air conditioning. They kind of encourage you to get to know each other on the bus, and you have to play a sort of musical bus seats, where when you hear a specified song played you must walk around the coach untill it stops, then sit in the first seat available and talk to the person next to you.
I dont know how many times we stopped, but at every stop it was the same “So here we have a McDonalds Cafe, theres a Hungry Jacks or a KFC.” We were SICK of the idea of fast food. Look here, Apparently Australia is one of the most obese countries in the world, and although I only saw skinny people, I can now imagine why that is.
Its probably worth mentioning at this point a funny thing about names in Oz. So, “Hungry Jacks” is Burger King- god knows why they changed the name for Australian people, but obviously they would be much more receptive to Hungry Jacks than they would be for “Burger King”. You should know, They have some strange names for fast food places, such as “Eagle Boys” and “Chicken Treat”. I was also surprised that their biggest supermarket is Woolworths, because in England Woolworths has gone bust in the credit crunch.
Our next destination was a Surf Camp. Okay, It is mysteriously located at Spot X so I cant tell you the location, but the surf school is included in the Oz Experience trip. Okay, You have to pay a local payment of about for your food and accommodation but at least the lesson is included. Look here, We were allocated tents, which all looked very similar, and boys kept “accidentally” walking in on us naked. One of the surfers of course was an aspiring musician and continued to sing badly on his guitar and promote his CD. Its amazing how, even if they are completely unnattractive, instructors in any discipline transform into sex gods. You should understand, We were herded like cattle to get our dinner like in a prison and then we all gathered round a camp fire with our goon for a bit of a sing song. Girls were sat on the floor right in the instructors face like experienced groupies.