Life will be the death of me

Surfers Paradise

After around 4months in the state of New South Wales, a relatively short trip up from Byron dropped me in the middle of Surfers Paradise, Queensland.

Consequently, I chatted the whole way to there with 3 English girls I met on the bus. Time flew by and before I knew it, I was making my way out of the Surfers Transit Terminal to find somewhere to have a long awaited reunion with the Lubedog!

Completely unaware of my new surroundings, I figured to find a notable landmark; none better than the giant neon guitar planted on top of the Hard Rock café. Surfers comes across as the epitome of the East Coast. The long drive up is often broken by stops at various road-houses with giant stuff on them; bananas, shrimps and I think I spotted a golf ball somewhere too. So in keeping with all things big Surfers has an abundance of high rise apartments and holiday homes that dominate the skyline.

After killing a chapter of my book, the Lubemeister showed up fresh from a day of cracking peoples backs into place, picked up the Geeza and returned back to the Lube-pad for a pasta dinner.

On the beers and into town, we met up with the Kiwi boys (bro), Matt and ended up in 'The Shack' where we successfully partied into the early hours.

I awoke in paradise, though not really feeling like I was in paradise physically. With my boardies on for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Lubedog, Matty and Geeza hit the beach for some hangover cures - Gold Coast Stylee. A swim, some body surfing (which I actually managed unlike the regular kind - an achievement!), and an almost chameleon like change to the colour of my skin - I was back feeling on top of the world.

Way back in February, I introduced the East Coasters to the best ribs on the West Coast, as a return favour, I was shown the most ribs on the East coast. With an 'all you can eat' ribs in the main precinct area of Surfers Paradise - as good for its people watching potential as its copius amounts of ribs, Billy Baxters served up 18 plates of ribs to 3 hungry mouths that afternoon. 3 fat guys waddled out.

The extreme pork intake took its toll and induced a 2hour coma to the 3 of us. When we got up it was time to go party again! Tonight we hit a few spots including 'The Party' and 'The Bedroom'. The bedroom was, a well memorable experience - nothing to do with all the female only bar staff dressed in corsetts, lingerie and stockings, no, err, I'm sure I had a point there but it's gone...

Sunday was a little of the same as Saturday - except without the ribs and the energetic night out to end it. After a great weekend, it was time for the Geeza to pack his bags, lose the dubbed persona once again, and move on further North through Brisbane and onto another Australian beach town.

editors note: I'm not sure how the picture of the barmaid arrived on my camera, but since it's my duty to tell all from this side of the world, I thought I was obliged to show you.