To be fair – that’s only true if you’re not going to Baz Vegas with me. Baz or otherwise known as Barrytown is in the middle of nowhere with nothing around but a bar. We eat at the bar, drink at the bar, and sleep at the bar (okay, little cabins behind but might as well have been in the bar to be completely honest). It’s the big drinking night on the Stray bus which involves fancy dress. If you have images of backpackers trading stinky clothes to create some sort of weird fancy dress – STOP! All you really need to know is that the bar has a wardrobe to cater to our fancy dress night…why my black dress and bra went missing right before we got into Barrytown will always remain a mystery to me.
At first, I wasn’t sure what to make of the evening but a game of spoons quickly lead to us running into the wardrobe room to put on random items of clothing (I was going for the stuff that didn’t smell bad but ended up getting dressed by the folks on my bus). Turns out I was a firefighter posing as a lifeguard stripper. The best costume of the night went to the quiet Frenchman who was Snow White from the front and Dracula from the back but what made me laugh the most was the shenanigans of an Aussie who convinced a local to go home and get his cow suit so she could steal it and parade around (why he owns a cow suit or would tell anyone is enough to boggle the mind).
Even though I had doubts about Baz Vegas – turned out that the night was filled with good laughs and went on until the wee hours of the morning. A good time was had by all and it was well worth the exhaustion I faced for the 7:30am start for jade carving the next day.