Kate & Kat do Surfers....

Surfers Paradise Travel Blog

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Surfers Paradise beach - Q1 tower in the background

I'm ashamed to admit that due to numerous rumours I'd heard, I had a preconceived idea of what Surfers would be like.  I had heard about its reputation as the party capital of the Gold Coast, for tourists and native Aussies alike, and was basically expecting the town being a prettier version of Southend-on-Sea.  Of course I like the occasional drink, or should I say the occasional drinking binge..... But I was less than thrilled about the prospect of sharing Surfers with the majority of Eastern Australia's population of piss heads.

Regardless of this, I did my best to push my negative images to the back of head; we would soon be rendezvousing with Chris, a fellow Brit who had survived a stint of work with Kat back in Queenstown the previous year.  He had since settled in surfers, and had kindly offered to be our guide for the next two days.  The least I could do was be grateful, and allow him the opportunity to show off his honourary home....

Our journey southwards from the city went extremely smoothly; okay, it was always going to be smooth due to the ridiculous amount of planning and research I had put into the Queensland transport systems.  I swear you could have dropped me anywhere in eastern Australia and I would have been able to navigate myself to my chosen destination.   However, getting to the Gold Coast from Brisbane really is idiot proof, including an hours train journey until you hit the tiny town of Nerang, where you catch a bus that winds it's way towards the enoumous playground that is Surfers.

My obligitory pic of the 'Surfers Paradise' sign at the beach front
  We had only just got onto the bus at Nerang when I realised I could already see the Q1 tower far in the distance. the highest residential building in the world- and began having a total shit-fit of excitement.... regardless of whether I loved or hated Surfers - it was still an adventure and for that I was soooooo grateful.   Within half an hour, we had reached our destination, amid the metropolis of the Gold Coast.

Our hostel - The Islander, was situated almost directly opposite the bus stop, and check-in was simple.  Another reason why I had a nervous composition towards surfers was due to the fact that it would be my first ever experience staying in a Hostel.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not unfriendly, I relish in meeting new people, but the prospect and having to share with strangers was slightly intimidating to me and I had a particular fear of being paired up with a crowd of extremely raucous lads who would bring home girls every night for un-relentless loud sex in the bunk next to me.

kat.... on the goon!
  Though our room turned and to far nicer than I expected, and the company that was forced upon us was far from scary! The two other beds were occupied by young Japanese girls, one in Surfers for two nights, and then flying onto Sydney as part of a month long trip around OZ, and the other was in the process of enrolling at a local University.  I was impressed by their attempts at speaking to me in a foreign tongue, instantly feeling quite ashamed of my lack of ability in every language other than English.  Even that is questionable at times.... It totally changed my opinion of Hostels, and I finally understood that this really was the ultimate in solo travel accommodation.  Yes, my posh hotel in the city had been marvellous, but it hardly enforced my desire to meet new people.  I find it far to easy to relax completely in my own company that this compulsory co-habitation seemed the perfect solution. 

Chris turned out to be a stand-up guy, and lived up entirely to Kats description, although even she was slightly shocked by the Australian make- over he had over gone.

awwwwww.... DreamWorld
  His hair had, apparently, grown long and scruffy giving him that stereotypical surfers look, and a golden tan had replaced his pale skin acquired from a winter in snowy Queenstown.  I was happy to get the opportunity to take a walk through the residential streets of Chevron Island after Chris met us at the Islander later that night.  Chevron Island is one of many water surrounded peninsulas of land that lie to the west of the Pacific along that stretch of the Gold Coast, behind the main streets of Surfers Paradise like Cavill Street. Its beautiful beyond imagination, and reminded me vaguely of Miami from ten years ago, and the gorgeous mansions positioned right on the waterfront, with their own private boats and jettys.  The sun is shining of course, and the Palm trees planted in their landscaped, waterfront gardens sway gently in the wind.
Hard life for the DreamWorld Dingo
  Those lucky bastards. But as with many towns, the further you entered the back streets, the less extravagant the houses became.  

That night Chris and another of his house mates, Grillface (yes...thats right) took us out on the town.  To be honest, they took us out two nights in a row and I find it desperately difficult to separate the memories of both nights; this is due to not only intoxication, but its combination with jet lag and a dirty cold Kat had given me in the previous days.  One night we got on the Goon, that I remember.  I did my best to down the cheap cask wine as quickly as the others, but failed miserably.  I was still plastered though when we left our hostel room, on the hunt for a good drinking venue.

I had expected tons of puking idiots, though my ideas werent realised in the slightest, instead contradicted by the relitively well bahaved party-goers and the few people I made conversation with.  Grillface was actually the worst behaved person I saw, though in his defense, he was also the funniest, and the maniac's antics kept me smiling and entertained until I was forced to retire to my hostel.... 

As it turned out, I was suffering the worst jet-lag i've EVER experienced...   but hey ho, there was no time for whining.... tomorrow would be Theme Park time. 'Dream world' was calling us!  As theme parks go, it really wasnt bad, though my favourite part by far was seeing the native kanagroos and koala bears for the first time.

Baby Tigers at Dreamworld
.. not the rollacosters or other amusements! Though I blame this on my feeling so ill, and not the fact that im getting old!

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Surfers Paradise beach - Q1 tower …
Surfers Paradise beach - Q1 tower…
My obligitory pic of the Surfers …
My obligitory pic of the 'Surfers…
kat.... on the goon!
kat.... on the goon!
awwwwww.... DreamWorld
awwwwww.... DreamWorld
Hard life for the DreamWorld Dingo
Hard life for the DreamWorld Dingo
Baby Tigers at Dreamworld
Baby Tigers at Dreamworld
Gorgeous houses on Chevron Island
Gorgeous houses on Chevron Island
Kat.... at her happiest!!
Kat.... at her happiest!!
The kangaroos at DreamWorld
The kangaroos at DreamWorld
enjoying the Surfers Nightlife...
enjoying the Surfers Nightlife...
Surfers Paradise Hostels review
Perhaps a bit expensive, but this has to be one of the best hostels I've ever stayed in. Our 4 dorm room was clean, had an en-suite bathroom, TV, and… read entire review