When I woke up, I thought I was still dreaming. The images that flashed before my eyes were both familiar and strange. Familiar, because these were things that filled my days growing up in the Philippine countryside: banana farms, cane fields, and other verdant seas. Strange, because I didn’t expect to see them here, in Australia.
When I think about Australia, I think about crimson deserts, vibrant reefs, and glowing cityscapes. None of the Aussie postcards I had bragged about the greener pastures. A stupid misconception, given that Australia is a continent on its own, and thus harbors a wide array of landscapes.
Since we left the port, I never moved from my seat because if I did, I would throw up everything I had for breakfast in one forceful blow. Oh wait, I didn’t have breakfast that morning, so I’d have probably puked my soul out. Assuming, of course, that I have a soul.
Cliche as it sounds, but it wasn’t the boat. It was me.
We arrived in the middle of the night.
Our flight from Sydney landed in Cairns just minutes shy of midnight. A short cab ride later, we found ourselves at the gate of the hostel that would host us for the night. Even before we could find the door bell, a guest ushered us in. “I’m not part of the staff,” he said. “Someone will be here in a second.”