Surfers Paradise is far from paradise. Its a suburb of Brisbane and offers decent surf (in the right places excellent surf) and way too much night life for me.
Chapter two begins: I got off the bus and for some reason asked for directions and started to walk to my hostel. Right off the bat I forgot that you can go inside and ask the help desk to call the hostel up to pick you up. I forgot, screw you I was excited to be here. So the directions that I got pointed me in the complete opposite way of where my hostel was at. I walked with my backpack for about one hour before I asked some random person where this street was at. The local had no idea what I was talking about. So I finally turned around and walked back to the greyhound station to figure things out...2 hours later I end up in the same place where I started and my hostel (cheers) picked me up in about 2 minutes. Well, I got my exercise for the day. Funny part is when I checked into the hostel I lost track of time/date and arrived a full week before I booked my stay. Classic airhead move of kesterson but luckily they had room for me.
Throughout that week I met some really great people. My friend Broody took me around to different local surf spots that I would have never found and made some serious connections out in Bali. Overall the people that were at the hostel were extremely friendly and had events planned every night of the week.
The 4th night I was there I noticed a couchsurfing BBQ that was posted on the site. I jumped in on that and met everyone on the beach the next day. There were roughly 10 couch surfers that showed up and this guy Matt hosted everyone that night, fed us, gave us drinks and a place to crash for the night. I met these two kids, Oliver from Canada, and Andy from Germany. We all decided to start traveling together. The next day they left for Byron Bay and I was planning on meeting them a few days later. Great people and new friends to hang out with. Go CS'ing!
The next few days in "paradise" were super mellow, just like the other ones but still enjoyed my stay. The best place I surfed out there was called "the spits" This was a place where they suck sand out of the beach and move it to different locations. This effect on the sand sucks up perfect waves to surf on.
Next stop Byron bay!
Saturday, December 26, 2009
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