Surfers Paradise

Our time at the sleeping inn was about four days. We heard about this hostel from Fay's sister Amy. When she was in Australia with Andy. Andy worked there during their stay at the inn. Mel at the desk said that the owners has changed but her friend was tattooed by Andy. We got situated and met our roommates, two were from Finland, two from England. Every night  the entire hostel goes out and gets drunk and comes home loud and sick this was fine because we had ear phones. But the pot smokers smoke would blow into our windows and screen door that was unfavorable. This only was a nuance from 11pm-3am. The hostel was covered in the more beautiful graffiti street inspired but with a hippie and indian twist. My favorite parts about the hostel where the small things that are colour and texture based, the railing on the spiral stair case, the morning sun died with the magenta window currants while in the shower covered in graffiti. The music. Swimming under that stars in the pool while the nightly movie plays over head on a projector. The people where better here than the last hostel. I could feel a sense of nostalgia, even tho I've never been here before.

While our stay we did the beach every day and got better at charging the waves and body surfing. Fay invested in a small board. When she offered it to me I thought yeah if I can ride the wave without one why not?! it nearly broke my nose... lesson learned. 

We sat on the beach near the flag pole and sorta had a touching moment of reflection until a rouge wave flipped me and dragged fay around the flag pole.  

After the beach had warn us down we'd get some ice cream, or plan our next destination that normally had a beach near by. I'm enjoying the fact that I got two summers in a row and have great hopes for traveling when back home theres snow and ice. Family yes, skiing yes, but this is hard to beat. 

After the Sleeping inn we found a hostel closer to the beach at Surfers Paradise called Cheers. It's mainly sketchy men, but it's less and we got to move with the same roommates from the sleeping inn. That night we had Indian but it wasn't like our friends in Brisbane. We bought and mats and headed to the beach at night to sit and meditate under the stars next to the crush. When to our surprise there was a huge market, when we were told that there were no markets in Surfers. It had everything you could imagine, card readings, snakes, snake handlers, everything. A market at night, huh. We walked it and then headed down to the beach settled down and meditated. Once meditation had ended we made a map on the sand to show where we're going and how long. Where we want to settle down and how we can visit both families when we have kids. Fay and I argued over the proportion on north america to Brazil and Asia to Russia. But I think my map was fairly correct. She still insists that I'm in the wrong... I'm right tho! Who knows!? The night ended at a small cafe called Pie Face until we called it a night.