The guys in the room kept Rachael up for a good few hours talking on their beds with no regard for anybody else trying to sleep in the room, fortunately we weren't staying there any longer.
Again we were on the bus for the trip to Surfers Paradise (what a stupid name for a town, only Australia!). We'd booked in the cheapest place we could find but it was actually OK.
"Surfers" was like Blackpool in the sun, over developed, tacky and full of fast food and night clubs, but it was a nice change from the usual small town, nothing to do but drink, nice beach, stops we'd visited for the past two weeks.
At the beginning of summer (same as in the UK) the 16 year old are released from school and head out to party. Unlike the UK the "Schoolies" as they are called here, head to the Gold Coast for a few days in the sun, partying and drinking (the police do a limp job of stopping the latter). It looks really fun, must be amazing.
In the evening we thought it was about time we "splashed" out and went out for a meal. We used the tourist information brochure to search for some deals and set off into the town. Turns out none of the deals were really worth bothering with but we stumbled upon a place offering 25% off if you ate before 7pm and in addition it was also "bring your own" for a charge of £2 each. Naturally Tom thought how could we make the most of this so we ran to the shop bought two bottles for wine for £2.75 each and sat with them for an hour or so and had some really nice seafood for not a lot of money!