Sam and Lisa left yesterday morning, heading up to Cape Tribulation. We all took forever saying goodbye and helping pack up the van - we even managed to get a group photo before they drove off. They might possibly be back tonight because they hadn't been able to get a roof rack for their van before they left and still want to buy one. I spent the morning at the library checking the newspaper for job advertisements and applying for some more jobs online. So many ads sound great until I get to the bottom and they have the dreaded disclaimer: "We cannot accept people on Working Holiday Visas" or something similar. Anyway, I got back and whipped up some tacos. Pukari is always hungry every time we decide to do something, so I feel as if all he ever does is feed me (I think he just doesn't like to eat alone). We'd made plans at volleyball the night before to go for a hike at Mount Whitfield Conservation Park, so I decided I'd make tacos and we could eat before we left. Thankfully the hike was shaded, but despite the shade I was definitely sweating my way up the hill (it's mostly stairs, lots and lots of stairs).
The other night I was playing with a few of them, Scott and Cindy were on our team as well, and poor Cindy got a spike to the face. It wouldn't have been so bad except she wears glasses. She took it really well though, but after the game was finished her and her friend (who was on the other team) decided they were done. After they left Peter told the other team (made up mostly of his friends) that they were allowed to spike now because "Abbie can take it" (I was the only girl still playing). I felt like I had passed some sort of initiation rite or something. I'm definitely getting better, but I'm definitely not up to their caliber of play.