The People of Gosford

For schoolies I stayed at my friend Jean's holiday house in Gosford with five other school friends for one night. Except none of us have completed school yet so it was more of a "pre-schoolies". But it was no ordinary sleepover, the place was a long train trip and a seemingly longer walk away. There were no adults- and you know what that means!!!

Establish firm ground rules about cleaning house and set out to go grocery shopping.

Jean's holiday house was very nice, I'll admit, but venturing outside was a mistake. The first thing we noticed is that there are no people in Gosford. None. Some sort of apocalypse occurred that we weren't notified of leaving us an entire town to ourselves.

Okay, I exaggerate. I'm from the city. There were very few people and those people were not very diverse in their kinds. The elderly were certainly at a majority, the few young ones being their grandchildren. The only people around our age we spotted were a couple in the food court who looked ready to stab anyone who made eye contact.

And Gosford people were not like city people. Lauren and I went to an Asian takeaway place for lunch. There were ready main containers of food, some with rice and some without both costing five dollars. A pretty simple concept to grasp and a pretty good deal too.

But apparently not for the woman in front of us. She argued with the lady behind the counter about this, she needed to know WHY they were the same price. "But one has more food!" she insisted perhaps not realising that rice was actually edible. This went on for a good five minutes before she finally bought a lot of stuff and got out of the way.

After lunch we went shopping for chocolate milk and other essentials which we fitted mostly into a suitcase but still had to carry some bags on the long trek back to the house. And that's when it happened, we were just seven unassuming teenage girls standing at an intersection with our food items and while driving past a guy leaned out of his car window and barked at us like a dog.

It took a few moments to sink in what had happened but I don't think I'll ever really understand. I can only guess that everyone in Gosford is a slight werewolf and teenagers holding groceries must look like cats.

At the end of the day the people I want to remember most in Gosford are my friends...

SHUT UP I KNOW IT'S CHEESY BUT-

I don't care, we made our own pies for dinner like pros (okay we may have not finished cooking until 10pm...) and donuts for breakfast like healthy people. No number of crazy barking men could ruin this trip.