Goats, chalk and partying

After being too busy the last two weeks, I finally had another shift at the Beacon Hill Farm today. My volunteer shift was only supposed to start at 2 PM, so I slept in and took my time eating breakfast while chatting with my roommates about the upcoming rifflandia festival.
When I got off the bus at Beacon Hill Park, I was astonished by the strong smell of flowers that was still in the air. The park was still green and filled with beautifully blooming flowers even though summer was almost over.
Working at the farm today was not at all exhausting since my task was to watch goats poo! Their poo was supposed to be tested for bacteria so me and several other volunteers watched the goats very carefully to see when any of the goats that we needed a stool sample from pooed. However, even though the goats usually poo all day long, we were waiting forever for them to poo now and by the time I was done with my shift, we were still missing the stool sample of six or seven goats.
I took a little detour on my way home in order to walk past the harbour and check out the Chalk Art Festival. There were amazing chalk paintings all over the Ship Point area in the inner harbour. Some of them even had some kind of 3D effect.

As soon as I got back home, I took a shower. Afterwards, I relaxed a bit and got ready for the night.
I left again around 8:30 to meet Shamilla at the hostel. Shamilla was running late but that gave me the chance to chat a little was Jay. I hadn't seen him for weeks and when he told me that he'd be leaving on a big trip soon, I felt bad for not stopping by the hostel more often. After a few minutes he had to leave and I ended up chatting with some other girl from Germany who was currently doing the work for stay at the hostel. Shamilla arrived some time after 9 PM. Meg, Sarah and some other girl were also with her and together, we walked to some party about 10 minutes from the hostel on Cook Street. There were a lot of people just sitting in a small circle around a small fire, playing the guitar, singing and mostly smoking. It was a very relaxed and nice gathering but we didn't stay too long.
I really wanted to go dancing and so we walked back Downtown. We decided on some pub with a dance floor, which probably wasn't the best decision as there was not much going on tonight. Thus, we only had a drink. I tried my luck and asked for a pina colada, which they couldn't make. Instead I got some make-believe cocktail with rum, pineapple and coconut syrup, which was the closest I'd come to a cocktail in months so it wasn't that bad. We still chatted a bit but as I had just figured out that the last bus home would leave around 11:30 PM on a Sunday, we didn't stay too long.