Driving through the night alone, I found myself in a deserted shopping centre with a packet of dry, boring rice thins, some hydralyte sachets, a tomato and two bananas. “I wonder how other couples celebrate their first year wedding anniversary?” I thought to myself.
WORDS: JAS RAWLINSON
7 Hours earlier…
As my plane taxied into the runway of Newcastle Airport, I excitedly gripped my bag and jumped to my feet, ready to launch out the doors as soon as they opened. Today, I was that annoying passenger; the one I usually observe and laugh at to myself, as they throw off their belt buckle and jump to their feet as soon as the plane lands. It’s such a pointless thing, but yet everyone does it – despite the fact that the staff seem to delight in keeping you on board for even longer.
Finally getting off the plane, I excitedly pushed to the waiting bay and saw my husband walking toward me. He’d been sent away for a month due to work, and as our first wedding anniversary fell during this time, we’d decided on a romantic little weekend close to where he was staying.
Being a typical guy, he was probably just suffering the effects of an impending food coma right? Wrong.
As much as it sucked that we could only catch up for one night, I was excited to make the most of it by checking out some of the beaches, enjoying a drink on our balcony and eating lots of amazing food. Even the constant rain and chill in the air couldn’t put me off! I was determined to see the bright side of our short-but-sweet getaway.
And it was – at first. Stopping in at a nearby town, we braved the wet weather by making umbrellas out of hoodies, and ran for the shelter of the nearest restaurant. I wanted to suss out some of the cafes in the area, but my husband was certain that the one beside us would be the best; after all, who wants to walk around in the rain only to maybe come back to the first restaurant, right? (To this day I tease him that he should have listened to my inkling to go elsewhere!)
Taking his word, we entered the restaurant/bar (which I will call the ‘’Bad Choice Restaurant”) and enjoyed the views of the water. My first indication that something wasn’t quite right should have been when it took over an hour for one meal to come out, but hey, it was a busy Saturday and these things happen right? Starving, we eventually got the chance to tuck into an amazing seafood platter of calamari, smoked salmon, crispy bread and oysters. We enjoyed the chance to relax together, joking around about all the horrible visual similarities between oysters and other things (key word in this sentence is ‘oysters’. You see where this is going…)