A busy day in Paradise today. It's Easter Sunday, and the streets, malls, and beaches are inundated with countless tourists. I myself have been trying to avoid the crowds as best as I can.
The rest of the Newcastle group, whom I met up with briefly last night at the Islander Backpackers Hotel, has gone off to Dreamland, the Australian equivalent of Great America. As things like that aren't all that interesting to me, I opted to instead sleep in, then hit the town.
This day, as all good days should start, was spent eating a kebab from a hole-in-the-wall Turkish place while reading Bill Bryson's epic, Down Under, otherwise known as In a Sunburned Land. I have read this book a couple times earlier, but I wanted to get Bryson's take on Australia while I am actually there, and see what connects.
Bryson described Surfer's Paradise as a sort of tourist trap with an interesting name. I do not disagree with this, and I am currently trying to see the Surfer's Paradise of 50 years ago in the high-rise setting. I am so far unable to do so. The town is too much filled with trendy skyscrapers and Condom Kingdoms (yes, its a store here) to be once considered a pleasant, restful destination. It's not to say that Surfer's Paradise is bad. It's just not a place to find relaxation, in my opinion.
I will try to post pictures of the town as soon as possible.
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