Well, another weekend is coming to a close. This one had a lot of promise with surfing, golfing, and internationals rugby planned. But I only managed 2 out of 3 as the surf gods were not smiling. Apparently there's more to surfing than grabbing a board and swimming out into the water. You actually need waves, swells, wind (or no wind..?), etc. All of this surfer-science still escapes me, but the bottom line was the surf was crap this weekend, therefore I didn't go... It was sort of cold too, only 23� or something like that.
But there was rugby. A record breaking victory for the Wallabies, 49-0 over the Sprinboks. We sat near a section of SA fans who were pretty rowdy and upbeat up until about 10 minutes in. When it was 30-0 at halftime needless to say they were quiet. Great game though, lots of fun. Bought a Wallabies scarf, had my first Bundaberg rum and coke, and hit Caxton street before and after the game (think Red Mile, only 2 blocks long).
Here's the view from my place, looking straight down. I still get a little "Seinfeld" everytime I look over the edge...
Also, here's a better view of Surfer's Paradise, which is about an hour south of the city. The beach is awesome, but the commercialised and conominiumised sprawl behind it is something else...
I think next weekend I'll head north to the Sunshine Coast. It's less commercial and is supposedly a bit nicer. I'll check it out...
How did Stampede go? Who won the moustache contest? Anyone get injured breaking beer bottles on the their belt buckles?
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