So we bid farewell to Scotty's hostel and the wonderful staff. Headed over to the bus stop. Managed to fit in time for a spot of breakfast, gutted that Becky beat me to the last 'Dirty Mongrel' which was a kind of pasty, that looked awesome.
So we boarded the Premier Bus. Luckily. And it was luckily, because they had over booked the bus. They neglected to account for three rows of seats being removed for a wheelchair passenger and so there where a few people who would not be able to board at the next stop.
The next stop was Tully, a little town. Here the bus driver explained to the awaiting (would-be) passengers of the problem. Well this man went berserk. He was crazy. You could see the raw, savage craziness in his eyes as he started shouting and screaming and do some kind of tribal war dance. It certainly entertained us for a couple of minutes. But all came to an abrupt end when the police turned up. Was all very funny though.
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