Our unlikable German packpacker neighbours had a very late night last night. They were giggling and jerking about at about 4am. They didn’t keep Barb awake which suggests they came back late.
We had to have words with them yesterday when they were friggin about around Ross’s car
This morning one was curled up in the miniature tent … another asleep in a chair. The best punishment for these short sighted halfwits is another stinking hot day with nowhere to hide from the heat ……. and with the added joy of a hangover.
We rode (yes rode) into Surfers for breakfast. The beach is very calm with small piddly waves. We plan on investigating the blue blubber situation and hopefully getting to the beach
Breakfast at the Coffee Club.
Daniel takes photos of food like a Japanese tourist.
The waitress was cleaning the table and Daniel grabbed his bottle of drink like the waitress was about to steal it, and it was the last bottle of Fanta ever made
Coincidentally everything Ross and Barb order is always in “Biggest Looser” size …. tiny. Everything Daniel seems to order arrives in “grandma, get some meat on ya bones” size ….. huge
Its eerily like a scene from the Godfather. Wiseguy Rossario is enjoying a coffee at his cousins coffee shop
While the theme to the Godfather is playing out the front by an old lady on the piano accordion …..
Ross thought he was about to get ‘whacked’. “Forget about it”
(Didn’t notice the 2 undercover coppers inconspicuously standing in the background, did you)
Hows this for stereotypical rendering of the countries finest ….. Const Cornhole
…. blue donuts? Ridiculous … its chocolate or nothing; and wheres the damn coffee
We got back to camp and all that was left of the German coconuts ….. was a coconut
The beach looked pretty good on the bike ride into Surfers Paradise, and on the ride back with the heat building, the beach was calling …. loudly. We got back to camp, Barb and Daniel got themselves organised for beach, while Ross rode over to see if it was worth carting the surfboard, along with the boogie board, towels, beach toys etc etc etc.
Doh …… the surf club sign ticked all poo poo boxes. Unpredictable surf, jelly fish and sea lice. Great. Shit. It’s a weather/marine creature conspiracy.
And the heat kept building, so we headed off to the movies to see a new cartoon Daniel has wanted to see
We grabbed some fruit at the supermarket before heading back ….. we’re still on xmas holidays and theyve got bloody hot cross buns out
Check the neck and head tattoos on the Roger David poster ….. thats a sign of the times
We headed upto the Seaway on the way back from the movies. The Seaway is the bar entrance to the Broadwater with the Spit on the southern side and South Stradbroke on the northern side. The naturally northward creeping entrance had been stopped with a permanent sand pumping system that recovers the naturally deposited sand on the southern beach and pumps it under the entrance, dumping the sand of the northern beach.
We parked the car and walked along the entrance rockwall to the beach. We came across a plastic bag dispencing box on a pole that had a label that read
“Baited drum lines have been placed in the water to attract sharks”.
First of all, why would you do that!!!!! What are they thinking; dont they read the papers …. arent the damn sharks eating enough people for them? Turn on the news, dickheads, the sharks are eating people everywhere. We dont need to attract them.
The second question is, what the hell are the plastic bags for …. to carry home my partly eaten limbs, or help with storage after I shit my pants when I see the shark these dickheads have attracted to eat me
Its a really nice beach (other than the shsrks), but being charged cash to walk on the pier is like something you’d expect to find in the 1920’s …. needless to say we decided they can belt that up their backsides. If you want to fish from the pier it costs more
Shit pier anyway
Nice view of the coast looking south from the entrance rock wall
…. and when you let your guard down, who should pop up out of nowhere. Jesus …. and dont forget his famed tent of miracles. Healings at 10am, revival at 7pm. Just enough time to get a new wardrobe after the healing, to use at the revival
It would be a true tent of miracles if the tent turned into a bar, and resort pool … otherwise its just a big shitty tent unfortunately.
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