After the cricket had finally ended early on the 5th morning (how it lasted that long we will never know) we had a free couple of days in Brisbane before more fun and games in Adelaide. So Nick, myself and a guy we met up with called Alan (AHAAAAAA!!!) decided to head down to the Gold Coast for a couple of days. The Gold Coast is a 35km strip of beaches along the New South Wales/Queensland border. We weren't sure whether to head to Byron Bay which is supposed to be really beautiful and a couple of hours south of Brisbane, or Surfers Paradise, which is a bit further north, is massively commercial and a bit tacky. But then we heard that at Surfers Paradise they had this thing called Schoolies! Schoolies is essentially a great big piss up for all the school leavers in Queensland, Victoria and New South Wales. When they finish their final school year in November, they all flock en masse to Surfers, armed with a wad of their parents cash for a week or two of pre-uni preparation amidst the beaches and nightclubs of the Gold Coast. Anyway this was more than enough persuasion for us, so we gladly donned our glad rags, regressed 5 years and remembered wot it was like to leave school. And so armed with our 6 bottles of Smirnoff Ice, Marlboro lights and crush on the girl in physics, we headed to Surfers Paradise. And its amazing both the numbers in which and the distances from which they travel to be there! Literally thousands of the little f***ers swarming around the hostels, bars, clubs and beaches, from all across Australia. It did however make for a pretty interesting night and its something which I strongly advise the British Tourist Board to embrace and have in England. Not sure where, maybe Brighton or something...
Surfers Paradide was, as expected pretty tacky. But not in a really nasty, chavvy way. It was a little bit like Southend with great beaches, great weather and less scumbags. But as Abby said to me recently, schoolies rox my sox...