Sleeping Inn Surfers Paradise was what I like to call a typical hostel. Which means it’s cheap, not the cleanest but the people in your dorm make up for the downs. I was lucky and got put in an 8 person apartment. So there were two rooms of 4 people each and we shared a common room and kitchen. When I arrived I was greeted by 2 girls from LA, 2 girls from Canada and Ross who was a proud Kiwi.
Now I wasn’t too terribly impressed by Surfers Paradise and pretty much Gold Coast in general. It reminded me of Atlantic City. Don’t get me wrong I love AC and Gold Coast was still fun but there was no sightseeing to be done. And you know how I love my sightseeing!
Instead I wandered down to the beach and it was stunning.
And the waves were lovely and I couldn’t resist…. So I hunted down a skim board and bought it!
It was rather a spontaneous buy but how could I pass up such good waves? I’m really glad I did since there wasn’t much to do in Gold Coast I spent the next two days on the beach. It gave me my beach fix I’d been missing all summer.
That first night there was the a night market on the board walk like area.
It was really cool. I found my brothers their present of kangaroo jerky and I got myself a cool Zebra Stone necklace.
Zebra Stone is only mined in the Kimberley’s of Western Australia. The vein of stone has been dated at 600 million years in the Upper Proterozoic era or Pre-Cambrian period. To me it was the most Australian present I could buy myself.
That night I wake up in the middle of the night to the one Canadian girl yelling at Ross for snoring. She couldn’t remember his name so she was yelling “Kiwi! Kiwi! Shut up! Roll over!” In her defence he said he preferred to be called Kiwi. It was still really funny that she was yelling at him to stop snoring.
So the next day was just a mix of skim boarding and food making and relaxing. Since Ross had left back home early in the morning we got a new roomie. An Irish girl who was only staying the night. She seemed okay to begin with…. By the end of it all not so much. Now my last night a Sleeping Inn was something of a comical disaster. I barely got any sleep, which sucked. But really it was worth it for the story that it made.
You see I was hoping for a nice night of sleep because the next day my friend Angelica was driving in from Toowoomba to take me bush walking, naturally I wanted to be well rested for the hike. But there was too much shenanigans for the hope of sleep.
It started out by the Canadians forgetting their key to get into our room. So I had to roll out of bed at about 2am to let them in. Then being like most typical drunks they made a whole lot of noise getting ready for bed and talking about all manner of odd things which was quite funny. I just kind of child there nodding off when I hear the one girl start screaming. She hops up on her friend’s bed and keeps screaming about how there was cockroach on the floor. Well that did it for me. I didn’t want a cockroach in my suitcase so I roll out of bed all ninja like grab a hairspray top and get ready to pounce. I got the cockroach and flushed it. Which then made everything okay and we all settled down for sleep.
That lasted about an hour and a half because the Irish girl finally decided to grace us with her presence. And with her presence came a whole other can of worms. You see apparently one of the Canadian’s guy friends at the hostel wanted to get it on with the Irish girl. So the three of us set out to cockblock the whole situation. Turns out we weren’t needed as she told him to and I quote “roll over and shut the fuck up.” It was rather funny to be honest. So long story short it took us all a while to settle back down, mainly because we woke the LA girls up too to witness the scene in our room.
Moral of the story? Sleeping Inn Surfers Paradise would have been the absolute worst hostel I’ve ever stayed in IF I hadn’t been stuck with a cool group of girls.
Even though I got very little sleep I managed to bush walk like a champ!
Cheers,
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