Surfers Paradise
On the coach to Surfers I met a Canadian guy called Eric, he'd been working in Brisbane for some time and was now heading south to Byron Bay. This was my next stop after Surfers, which to some people just seemed like a stop off on the way to Byron. I must admit there was a hype about Byron that had been building up over the past couple of weeks - most people loved it. Also most people seemed to be heading north, up the East coast, unlike me. Tho this gave me the advantage of knowing what to expect.
Surfers Paradise welcomed me with warm, sunny rays. It was a city - which surprised me at first, with high rise apartment blocks. there was a strong 'surfers vibe' here which was amplified by all the art shops, souvenir shops, surf board shops, young people and real good waves!
the first place i headed once I dumped my stuff in the somewhat dingy hostel dorm was the Hard Rock cafe! My first of Australia. I chilled out in the afternoon sun with a beer and updated my journal before hitting the beach! As the sun reclined in the afternoon sky the high rises cast long shadows across the beach, making it cooler. It felt like the tall city ruined the potential of the beach somewhat, the beach being maybe one of the most important elements of a 'Surfers Paradise'...
Money Money Money
My budgeting of late had become a little lax. checking my balances I came to the conclusion that from now on I would have to resort to basics, at least for the mean time. My diet now consists of:
-Turkey slices
-fruit
-Milk
-cereal / cereal bars
-bread
-NOODLES
...And beer
Protien, carbs and vitamins..
The Three Amigos!
That evening the three guys from Chile that I'd previously met turned up at my hostel. It was nice to see some familiar faces again! We had a catch up over dinner before deceiding to go for a drinks in town. We got a $10 deal at the hostel - two drinks at the hostel, entry to a club and a free drink at the club. BARGIN! The guys from Chile also had a spirits stash of their own, which they shared with me! This made for a fun drunked night in town. Even tho the club wasn't to my taste, it could have been worse.
Once we got back to the hostel we had trouble getting back into our dorm. Turns out two German guys had got very drunk and decided to baracade themselves in the room... Over the course of the night these guys proved to be pricks. One of them pissed the bed during the night... The other got noisily up at 5am and decided to start searching through my stuff at the side of my bed. This was too far. On quizing him he claimed he'd lost his car keys. I managed to find the car keys under the bed and considered flushing them down the toilet - after all the hastle they'd given us. But decided I was better than that and they were soon gone. Generally I like Germans, but not these two.
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