Surfers Paradise

Ok... well its Tuesday night, and I am bored. I finished my paper early, and I could study lectures, but I already did 5 of them... Instead, I am enjoying a glass of Obikwa Shiraz from South Africa, and will continue on this blog.

Saturday, August 21st

On our first Saturday in Australia, a few of us decided to go to Surfers Paradise, a beach resort spot about an hour out of Brisbane. This place is like any big beach you have seen in Hawaii or Cancun. Everywhere you go, there are some sketchy deals being offered by some sketchy people. You know where this is going... I was with a group of 7, and some guy approached us about this epic party event that evening. We were going to go to 5 bars, get a free drink at all of them, free food at 2 bars, blah blah bullshit. I was swindled into this same thing in Cancun my Senior year of high school, so I knew better. But no one else did, and we took the bait.. I went along for the ride because I did not want to be a loner. Luckily I gave the guy enough resistance that we got half price ( $30). The rest of the night was a blur, starting at 5 pm, not ending until 2 am. One highlight was seeing this Tasmanian dude get into a fight on the street and get completely knocked out in front of us. I could have sworn he was dead... But then, when we left the clubs for the night, we saw him laughing with a huge gash in his head, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. We asked him if he was alright, and he responded by saying he was Tasmanian, and that he would be alright...

The next morning we woke up early, and spent the day at the beach. Not much more to say there, beautiful beach, and I had a glorious time. I even went for a run... who knew I was capable!

Living in the Surfers Paradise..