Ah the weekend is nearly here and it’s time to settle in for a good chat at The Lounge. Let your hair down, grab a drink and share a tale or two! This week it’s being hosted by the lovely lounge lizard Rachel of The Very Inappropriate Blog. We are talking traveling tales, of the good and the bad.
I’ll set the scene..flying to the Gold Coast, staying in a beach front high rise two bedroom apartment in Coolangatta, walking distance to all of the food places your heart desires, a short drive to the theme parks. It sounds divine doesn’t it? Under normal circumstances it would be, not this holiday however. This holiday, I seemed to have pissed someone off royally and it was my turn to be hit head on by the Karma bus.
The problems started a few days before we were due to embark on our holiday. I was flying down with my brother and devil spawn while Mum and Dad drove down to meet us at the airport in Brisbane. One morning I woke up with a pain in my right hip. I put it down to a strain and thought nothing more of it..until it go worse and it didn’t away. Devil Spawn was 5 months at the time of the holiday, he was 8kg of baby that I needed to carry on my hip, as well as a nappy bag. I am so thankful for my brother coming along because I just couldn’t have managed otherwise. I limped out to the plane and up the seemingly never ending steps into the plane. DS was a dream on the plane thankfully. The hip trouble continued throughout the holiday meaning that I couldn’t step one foot on the pristine beach that was ACROSS THE ROAD from our accommodation.Image credit
The Karma bus didn’t stop there however. The first morning of our stay I checked my bank account to make sure that the bill payments I had made the day before had gone through. Imagine my horror when not only had the money for the bills gone, but so had the rest of my money! Some low life had managed to hack my bank account, leaving me with a measly few cents. It was a Saturday so I was unable to place a hold on my account until the Monday, it was a long weekend…not the good alcohol filled kind either.
I was so grateful that I was on holiday with my parents and not on a solo journey or I would have been up shit creek without a paddle. It was however a little disheartening to be an adult on holidays with my parents and still having to ask them for money for everything. I felt very much like a child, with the added responsibility of my own child to think about too. One of the hardest things was having to go to Harbor Town (a wholesale outlet centre) and not be able to spend a cent because I had money but no way to access it as my card had to be cancelled.
There was however some good moments on the holiday, taking DS to Dreamworld, strolling (ok limping) through the beach side markets on my own. DS was still having naps throughout the day as well so it was nice to nap with the ocean breeze coming through the window. I would love a do over of that holiday…something that I hope we will be able to do as our little family. Papa Devil, Mama Devil and Devil Spawn.