Surfer's Paradise

Early the next morning, I caught the Greyhound to Surfer’s Paradise. When I arrived at the hostel, I could hear NHL hockey play-offs over the speakers. I looked around in desperation. Some of the hostel staff were from Vancouver, so they were listening to it. They had a good laugh when they saw my reaction to hearing a familiar sport.

(Surfer's Paradise beach)

I spent the next couple of days enjoying Surfer’s Paradise, either sun-tanning (or in my case, usually burning), or checking out al the shops. On the second night, we went on a giant 500-person pub crawl through a bunch of clubs.

(Awesome sunset over one of the canals in Surfer's)

(Crazyness on the giant pubcrawl)