Toilet and Dunny

"Toilet": what they call restrooms. If you ask for a bathroom/restroom, they'll get confused and think you're asking for a room with a shower/tub with a sink. If you specifically want to use the toilet, you have to ask for it by name. Sounds kinda crude, I know, but it's socially acceptable here.

Me: "Where's the bathroom?"
Gas station clerk: "We don't have one."
Me: "You... don't have one...?"
Gas station clerk: "No, but if you want to use the sink, the toilet's to your left."

"Dunny": basically a port-a-potty or outside toilet. A "dunny roll" would be a roll of toilet paper that you just carry with you to the outhouse.

Me : "Where's the toilet?"
Tour guide: "There's a dunny a little ways up the road. I don't have a dunny roll, so I hope you have some tissues."
Me : "Is a dunny... a toilet?"

Alright, sea kayaking. I got up at 6 a.m. to make sure that I wasn't late for the tram and got to the designated area 20 min early. Seeing how the sky was still dark, I was extremely resentful and would have probably skipped the whole thing had I not paid $130 for it. We ended up leaving a full half hour later anyway, which meant I lost a hour of precious sleep (yes, I 'm still very bitter). The day dawned bright and clear, only to be covered by heavy rain clouds a few minutes later. -_- Of course, it was freezing, so no one was up for snorkeling, even though I did really want to see leafy sea dragons. Damn you, winter weather!! Luckily, we did come across a pod of wild dolphins, which was an incredible experience. I never realized how huge they were until a few swam right up beneath my kayak and I saw the length of their bodies. It's strangely intimidating, even though I knew they were peaceful creatures.

Yesterday was supposed to be a productive day of buying timtams and bra-strap hunting (Yuri ate one of mine, so I've been using the remainder halter-style). However, I got so far as to reach Big W (Australian equivalent of Walmart) when Stathi called me. I met Stathi at the International Student banquet eons ago, when he accidentally ate my ice cream dessert. After apologizing and promising to treat me to gelato, we've been mates ever since then.
"Camille! What are you doing right now?" he yelled into the phone. I could hear traffic sounds in the background.
"Um, buying timtams?" I said. I tactfully neglected to tell him about my bra strap situation.
"Great, well I'm going to take you to St. Kilda, the home of the best gelato shop ever. I'm a man of my word and I'm going to fulfill my promise today!"
After picking up two other of my girlfriends, Stathi came by to pick me up in his open-top Jeep. There's something incredibly exhilarating about sitting in the back of an open Jeep, something I hope to experience again soon. We ended up in 7 Apples and I gotta say, the gelati there is delicious! We also went to this Spanish doughnut cafe, where I got churros in powdered sugar and a little cup of melted chocolate. You're supposed to dip the churros into the chocolate and eat it that way, but the chocolate was so sweet that I ran out of churro. My Asian side wouldn't let me throw the rest of the chocolate away, but my healthy side was screaming, "If you finish the rest of that chocolate, you'll regret it!" I ended up compromising by taking a tiny sip from the cup, but ended up gagging on it when Stathi shouted, "What! You gotta lick the inside of that cup like it's Brad Pitt's mouth!" Thanks Stathi.

I am officially searching for another job, because the Chinese restaurant one didn't give me any shifts this week. I need a steady flow of income, especially since I'm planning to visit Thailand in July. My purse is getting too skinny.