Manuele had gone out for croissants in the morning and offered me a few to munch on while he told about another couch surf event going on that evening. Organic dinner at Elanor's house over by Queens Park. I spent a little time checking out potential couches to surf before we left. Still no luck. I couldn't stay at Manuele's another night, since a new renter was moving into the spare room the next day. I hopped on the bus to Queens Park and crossed my fingers.
Dinner was great. Met lots of lovely people, most of them travelers or transplants. France, England, Austria, and Spain were all represented. The eggplant was delicious. An elaborately staged photography session happened. Near the end of the night, someone asked where I was staying and I shrugged. Probably should have spoken up sooner, eh? In the end, I slept on Elanor's futon and had a breakfast of Vegemite on toast and "Born in to Brothels" the next morning.
More internetting with only a potential couch to show for it. The Spanish physics guy (He's seen the LHC! Up close and in person!), Gael, had told me about this sort of shop/house in Maroubra where he had stayed for a few days with 7 other couchsurfers. I was able to track down the place and email the guy who owned it, but it started getting late and I hadn't heard back from him with an address. Since I had given my last $8 to Elanor, the suggested donation for the dinner, I had no bus money. I started walking the 3 1/2 miles to Maroubra with no confirmed lodging and less than 2 hours of daylight left.
Things were about to get interesting, one way or another.
cliff hanger!
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