The Mad Student: Rural Week: Part 1

In the week commencing 30th July to 4th August, I was squatting out in the Australian bushland. More specifically, out in Rawson, Gippsland. Cool? No. COLD. Someone googled the average winter temperature for the area and found the figure 15 deg. cel. The actual temperature was around 1.5.

Rural week was actually quite a bit better than I had expected. Although we were packed 3 to a room, I have no complaints for my room mates were the funniest people I had ever met! I don't remember laughing more in my life than I have this week. Every night, we would gather for discussions on a range of topics ranging from the Isreal war to relationships. It may sound mundane, but its anything but mundane when you put Hyacintha and Shahara in the same room. Here are some excerpts:

No. 1
I can't believe there are more cows than humans in this place!
(Shahara)

Precisely! I feel so conned! City of Rawson. City of Moe. City of Tralgon. Do they even understand what the word 'city' means? I'll show them what a city is. They call this a city? I say its SHITTY!
(Hyacintha)

No. 2
On Monday night...

I can't wait! We've got 3 nights to go before we get back to civilisation. (Hyacintha)

Huh? You forgot to count Thursday night.
(Me)

Oh that's not counted coz I don't plan to sleep on thursday night. I want to stay up to look at my watch and count down the number of hours till 2pm. friday!
(Hyacintha)

On Thursday night...

What if the staff suddenly tell us that we've got to stay the weekend coz the bus isn't working?
(Me)

I don't care. I'll get on a cow and ride home.
(Shahara)

*Laughing* What about your luggage?
(Hyacintha)

Easy! I'll put it on another cow...it doesn't matter. I'm going home. (Shahara)

No. 3

There are f**king blood stains on my quilt.
(Hyacintha)

Erm, this is a honeymoon destination and yours is a double bed...*Hyacintha tries to kick me* So what's the differential? Could it be a**l sex?
(Me)

Some time later, we find ourselves discussing married men having affairs outside...

All it takes is for another women to open her legs.
(Hyacintha imitating her granny)

*Groans*
(All)

Yes, she can say it so matter-of-factly and then just walk off.
(Hyacintha)

Thank You gals for making the week so bearable for me! U've turned a *&^%$##$%^ rural week into a memory worth cherishing.

Summary ratings for Rural Week:
Food: 5.6/10
Activities: 6/10
Living conditions: 8/10 (considering its rural, of coz)
Company: 20/10

Picture time!