9.10 Smasher

2004-10-14 06:28 GMT

As I expected our camping place turned out to be a public place where people go walking. But no worries, it was a good spot anyway and no one didn't seem to mind that we were sleeping under no camping sign... After some barbeque in the morning we continued our journey to north. Before it would get dark, we decided to stop at a small town called Tea Gardens, about 1200 people over there. Me and Joe were running out of money so we had to find a internet access to make some transfer. At such a small place the task seemed hard.

My first impression of the place was a little suspicious. It looked somehow like those little towns at horror movies. Somehow it just was kind of too perfect place. When we passed the local pub, there were a couple of guys who looked like the were players of ZZ Top. After looking around a bit, we passed the pub again and these biker guys asked what we were looking for. They turned out to be really cool and helpful blokes. They told us that there was a internet access just around the corner in a video store.

After me and Joe made the money tranfers and once again had cash, we went and ate fish and chips. Meanwhile the girls were looking for batteries or something. They had the car keys and since they didn't show up in a while, we decided to go and have a pint at the pub. (This is the time at our journey when it starts happening). We were sure that we would see a fight tonight, the place had just the looks. We were about halfway drinking the first beer, when a middle aged guy came around a corner and introduced himself to us.

Now Smasher is The Man! He is a fisherman and since this was his day off, he had been drinking from the morning. He is a really friendly fellow and was all the time apologising that he was a little pissed. While we were drinking the second beer, the girls came back. We decided that we would go to a camping site just next to the pub, but Smasha didn't agree. He insisted that we wouold stay at his backyard which was about 300 metres away. "Fuck them! We'll look after you. No worries", he kept repeating. Since we have better use for 40 dollars, we took his offer.

Smasha's wife Sabina, very lovely person too, works at the office of the pub (I think it is a hotel too). She went with the girls to show the place. Me and Joe stayed at the pub and deicided that we would drink a pint of every beer they had on tap. In such a small town everyone knows eachother and soon we knew most of them too. I can't even start telling all about the night, it would take too long. It's just a night that you should have been there to understand. But my personal favourites were the mean looking bikers. They were all great. I think they were called Gladiators and one bloke said that it was oldest club in the world. Well, don't really know about that. He also told me to tell all Hell's Angels, Banditos and other what pussies they are. And if I got to trouble with it, I should just call him. I replied that I would from the hospital.

At one part there was live music too, all the old ladies seemed to be there. On the other side of the pub there were more people of my age. Played some pool with some of them. At the end of the evening there was I fight we were waiting for. I missed  it because I were at other room talking with the bikers. You can probably read more about it at Joes diary, his more into that stuff. Shortly after the fight they closed the bar and I ended to afterparty with the younger blokes. I'm not sure if the driver who drove us to this nice house by the river was sober, but I'm still here to write about it so no worries. I watched surfing pro tour 2004 on dvd and played some guitar before passing out on sofa. After a while the guys woke me up and drove me to Smasher place.