So we made it to Surfer's Paradise - ironic really since it's not even close to being one of the best surfing areas in Australia, but there you go. The area started developing in the 1960s when some dude started meter maids in gold lame bikinis - apparently they still exist, but I have yet to have the pleasure of meeting one.
There is a gorgeous long beach with hundreds of sky rise hotels/apartments towering over it - it you like large phallic buildings all trying to out-do each other and people everywhere then this is your place. Sadly it's not mine, but it is kinda fascinating in it's own unique way. The hostel is full of backpackers which makes for a hectic but generally friendly place, but much of the entertainment revolves around a night on the lash - fine a couple of times but really rather repetitive otherwise.
So now we know that much of our route down to Sydney is going to be along the well beaten track of a million other tourists - not much of a challenge, unless you count trying to get a decent night's sleep in a dorm but ho hum. We continue next to the hippie mecca that is Byron Bay - most people we've chatted to either love it or hate it, so I guess we'll find out soon enough.
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