Sore Tummy Gutted Mummy

The deal here is not that I did this to myself but how I did it and with so few resources, typical of my out of the box problem solving with what I have to hand.

When backpacking in Australia, with absolutely no makeup kit, no tools, no materials turning up by coach at 4.30pm in an unknown gateway town an hour before the shops closed. A gateway town being a tourist village that simply is a staging area base for the likes of yacht trips to the Whitsunday Islands and Great Barrier Reef, pretty much a high street of bars, tourist trip businesses like diving shops and fishing and yacht tours, backpacker hostels, a few shops and residents for locals. In other words, not the place you would expect to have a hope in hell of finding the likes of anything remotely resembling a specialist theatrical or special effects prosthetics supplier. This one did not even have a fancy dress shop.

This hour included booking into my hostel, dropping off my bags, looking for the high street then exploring it in a place I had no idea of the layout of, with no idea what I could do costume wise for that night given it was Halloween. Scavenged around, found a chemist, charity shop, sushi ship, joke and toy shop, got come old clothes, grocery, tofu sushi inari pouches, rice, hair spray, bandages, newspaper, food dye, condoms, superglue, ball of thread, safety pins and sweet talked the local McDonalds into giving me 2 pots of strawberry sundae sauce with strawberries.