Kate & Kat do Surfers....
Surfers Paradise Travel Blog› entry 6 of 36 › view all entries
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.