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17 July 2005
Lying on the beach in Surfers Paradise Iâ€™m watching some Japanese tourists being swept away by high and unpredictable waves. They scream as if a tsunami had just hit them.
The sand is floury. I feel like on drugs. Surfers Paradise looks as if God had a crap here. Construction sites are everywhere. Skyscrapers spring up like mushrooms and cast an ugly cloud over the beach. The people seem happy as hell as if this was their personal paradise. This place is so strangely surreal.
Before sunset I walk back to the Islanders Hostel, a place that sucks for getting to know people.
I eat a Subway Sandwich but it doesnâ€™t taste good. I smoke a cigarette but it doesnâ€™t taste good either. For a while I walk around town without a plan. Back in my room a couple has arrived. A couple that pays for two beds but sleeps in one. Backpacking couples are always strange. Of course they say â€śhi, howâ€™s it going?â€ť or something like that but besides that they mostly stick to themselves.
Around 10pm I fall asleep accompanied by the coupleâ€™s kissing noises and my own beating of the heart.
18 July 2005
I wake up.
Everything hurts, especially my spine which is probably due to numerous different mattresses.
To ease my pain a bit I decide to go for a swim on the beach again. A wave eats me up, whirls me around, thereby almost undresses me and spits me out again. Shaky I get out of the water again and air-dry the water on my skin.
After a couple of hours of getting an imaginative tan I walk back to the hostel. I read a book for a while and then try to get my laundry dry which is a matter of pure luck with Australian driers.
I need a regular life. Iâ€™m already looking forward to (hopefully) finding a job in Brisbane.
I like the smell of the sand and sea. I like that my skin is softer than usual. I like listening to music while roaming the streets of a new place. I like the thought of getting to Brisbane tomorrow. I like the thought of staying there for a while. I like the thought of meeting interesting people there. Permanent people. And the fact that I like all those things makes me happy. Always complaining doesnâ€™t do any good either.
Plan for tonight: Sit down in the pedestrian area and watch people for hours until I get tired and hopefully fall asleep with a smile on my face.
But â€ślife is like a box of chocolatesâ€¦ You never know what youâ€™re gonna getâ€ť.
So I go to the Down Under Bar instead which is right next to my hostel. There they serve â€śfree dinnerâ€ť when you buy a drink. The drink costs AU$ 5 which is more than youâ€™d normally pay for a drink but still cheap in connection with the food. However, the dinner turns out to be a total flop. Itâ€™s two wrinkly sausages with mashy mashed potatoes (bangers and mash), broccoli and carrots. I take a seat next to three girls from Birmingham. They are travelling around Australia with OzExperience.
I blabber my usual stuff: where Iâ€™ve been, where Iâ€™m going to, for how long and so on. A bit later another English guy and James from Ireland join our conversation. Weâ€™re all having pints. One of the girls is named Lindsay and I get the feeling that thereâ€™s always one Lindsay in a group of English girls. Weâ€™re showing each other pictures on our digital cameras. Of course they think Nemo at the Sydney aquarium is â€śsoooo cuteâ€ť. They only have party pictures.
A bit later I join the two guys for â€śraising some hellâ€ť, as they say.
Three beers later the guys suggest to go to â€śHollywood Showgirlsâ€ť which is just across the street. So Iâ€™m willing to have a look. But I soon learn that the entry is a horrendous fee of AU$ 10. Seeing my shock the female (!) bouncer of the club is trying to season the offer for me a bit more.
Bouncer: â€śThe girls are all naked inside!â€ť
James: â€śTotally naked???â€ť
Bouncer: â€śYes, they take of all their clothes and dance on your lap!â€ť
James just looks at me with his eyes wide open in fascination, he wants to go in right away.
I fall asleep with a smile on my face.