No much to report yesterday. Ross caught up with an old retired guy he knows, Paul, and they sat around chatting for a few hours yesterday morning about life, travelling and politics … generally solving all the worlds problems from right here in the Main Beach Tourist Park. There’s NATA, CHOGM, G20, and the UN ….. and now the Knights of Main Beach
After Paul left we did some running around as well as organising Daniels birthday presents.
A cool street art custom scooter is super narly with street cred …. plus it looks good
The last 2 days have been drizzly, humid days where you can not do a great deal. The beach is very rough, not in terms of wave size, more choppy dirty waves.
We took a punt this morning on the weather and hired electric scooters in Surfers Paradise; a single for Barb and double for Daniel and Ross. Daniel was not impressed before we even left the van when he was told he wasnt old enough to ride his own.
Turns out there no age limit, but Daniel could only barely touch the ground.
Daniel was slightly more receptive when he could at least sit up front. Ross let him decide where to go and before too long, we were heading north past our caravan park, passed Sea World and heading along gravel tracks up along the Spit in the scrub.
Daniel was controlling the throttle, and partly steering …. until Ross encouraged Daniel to take the controls completely. Daniel was dinking his 90kg father on an electric scooter …. and did an awesome job of it.
Such was the confidence in Daniel, Ross took a snap while they were motoring along the path
Barb parked in front of the opulent Palazzo Versace …. on her scooter.
Begs the question doesnt it??? The Versace and a rich sugar daddy, showering her in cash, jewellery and gifts, a Merc coupe, motor yacht in Monaco, the best restaurants ……. or Ross, a shit hire battery scooter, caravan in a rain soaked caravan park, and have to ride her push bike to La Porchetta
The answer is clear ……. “come back Barb …. or send a post card”
Max Brenner is a chocolate shop … a chocolate … shop. It is bigger than most of the restaurants in Surfers Paradise, and Ross counted 50 tables inside and out. We didn’t buy any of the expensive offerings, but it must be bloody good … although true to form, Daniel found some samples and hoe’d into them
A quick bite to eat from the Sushi bar and off to the 7D theatre. You sit in a moving 6 seater pod and watch a 3D video of a roller coaster, with wind and rain effects in the appropriate spots.
The roller coaster went through a spider web, and a giant spider stuck to the screen and dangled its hairy 3D leg at us …. at that point something like string flicked at your legs from under the seat and Barb squealed like a school girl at a Justin Beiber concert …. at the video …. of the cartoon spider.
We rode our bikes into Surfers, and the drizzle patch meant burning some time waiting for it to clear …… Timezone was Daniels obvious choice
Daniel went on the dodgems on his own and smashed, more than he got smashed
Daniel then spotted Lazer Skirmish ….. what the? He was in his element. He lined up against the adults. Ross asked if he wanted him to play as well ….. Daniel just “Yould be better waiting with the girls, its hell and I can’t protect you in there. Youll hold me back”
A couple of Jesus’s disciples were peddling there wares on the boardwalk (not sure what attracts them here, but were seen a few about)
Is there a creator????? …… very important question, and Ross is glad you asked. Ross can answer that important question; yes in-deedy-doo, there most certainly is a creater, and his name is Ross from Fraser Cabinets and Joinery. He creates beautiful quality kitchens, bathrooms and general construction at very affordable prices ….. please visit our website
You see some genuine special people in and around this place (the Gold Coast). We came home today and there was a this campsite set up opposite …. Trying so, so very hard to be surprised; what came next was unfortunately no surprise at all … regardless how hard we tried
One of the 5 little rascals, a 5 yo boy, wasnt getting something where not exactly sure what, his own way. He stormed off screaming “… your a shit head” to his, we presume, father.
When dads response to the little rascal was a high volume “keep walking”, junior promptly sat his special arse in the middle of the wet road, in the rain and yelled back “your a f#ck head”. Ohhhh … from the mouths of babes
The reply from the recently baptised f#ck head himself? …… zip. You’ve gotta love the Gold Coast.
Its rained non stop since 5pm ….. and theres 7 ferals jammed into that tent together ….. what a dream holiday that would be
Theyre encouraging us to self harm, and we’re in a caravan on the opposite side of the street.
Ross wants to aplogise and withdraw that tasteless God based humour about the Creator and all that …. God has obviously chosen to corale these knuckleheads in their tent with this continuous rain …. thanks God …. and sorry about the creator joke.
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