What the hell was that?

I have no memory of writing that last bit of text... Well. Karaoke? Eh...

Last night was lots of fun. We went out in Noosa, what a great place! Our last night on our road trip. We had some jugs of beer and then Nic and Jen got tired. Who could blame them? They ended up chatting with this guy called Markus, from Vetlanda. The most boring person inte world. They were already tired, and that kind of tipped them over the edge, right.

Me, on the other side, was not tired. I slept some in the car, and I did not want my Noosa-experience to end. So I kept going down the esplanade. It was much like the french riviera. Beautiful.

-So where does one grab a cab from here?
-There's a taxi stop down the road.
-Cool. Thanks.

Some guys cut me off.
-Hi guys. Is this the line for getting a taxi, or do we have to call them?
-No, you just wait here, and taxis come all the time.
-Ok. So... I'm last in line?
-Yes. We were here before, acctually.
-Really? Well, I was here yesterday...

Taxi shows up. French guy first in line jumps in.
-Hey! Sorry. Where are you going? Do you pass Noosa Backpackers Resort?
-Que?
-Hey driver! Do you know where he's going? Will you pass Noosa Backpackers Resort?
-Yeah, it's on the way.
-Great. Mind if I join you, and we can split the cost?
-Ok. Oui.
-Sweet as! Bye guys!

Got back to resort and wrote that message about karaoke and cleaning cars. It's all good.