2 posts tagged “sleep”

but off to a good start.  3 hours and 20 min.  I will see how much I can get written tomorrow and then go back to reading. :)

Literally. 
Well, it can't all be fairy penguins and sunset on gorgeous rock formations.  So, this is a slight return to cranky Kate with a moan about bug bites from the Backpackers in Anglesea where we also had to pull out our sleeping bags because there was no heat and no potential for heat in the room.  I have two bug bites on my throat, one on my cheek and two on my left hand.  And no, it wasn't a good night's sleep.  SO, after a surfing lesson in Torquay where I got totally confused because they teach you to stand differently (I guess there is such a thing as too much instruction) in 12 degree water wearing the oh so chic full-length wetsuit and booties, we drove back to Bendigo to the lovely heated YHA where we had stayed before.  Um, I was on a top bunk this time and as heat rises, I couldn't sleep because it was too hot.  I got up at about one to turn down the heat and of course, turned it off.  It was a little chilly this morning, but nothing like Anglesea.
We hadn't actually planned on Bendigo, but when we got to Ballarat and paid our $9.- to see only PART of the Gold Museum and it turns out that the gold nuggets on display aren't real and then got a little skeeved by the hotel we stopped at (again no heat in the room, no women's bath/toilet), Broghan said that the best thing about Ballarat was the road leaving it (not entirely true, the people we met were absolutely lovely, just the facilities leave a lot to be desired), we decided to go back to where we knew we had been comfortable. 
We got up today and went to the Deborah Mine in Bendigo where we wore hard hats and headlamps to go down 65 meters.  Pretty much, what I took away from that experience was a)you could not pay me enough to be a miner and b) there is still a lot of gold in them thar hills.  After lunch and leaving Bendigo, it was off to Canberra.  Since I had had two nights of less than fab sleep, I slept for the first three and a half hours of the drive.  I wasn't too impressed with Aylbury (possibly not it's real name) and kind of twisted Broghan's arm into continuing on to Canberra. I took over the driving as it got dark and three hours after that, we arrived to a hostel that has a pool and a gym and a bar but no elevator (under renovation).  Guess who's room is on the second floor?
We have named the GPS on Broghan's phone Polly.  She doesn't always bring her A game, to say the least.  Sometimes it takes a while for her to show up and other times, she's had us in the meadows and fields.  But tonight, to her credit, when we brought her in off the bench (after an excessive warm-up period), she got us safely through the streets of Canberra.  We're mostly trying to work on her tone of voice.  She gets a little edgy when we don't do exactly what she wants immediately when she wants it.