In paradise....
To come to queensland and go to the Gold Coast would be a travesty akin having your cake and not eating it....
( Just to side track here.....that's an expression i never understood....What's the point in having your cake of you can't ruddy well eat it? eh!)
Anyway .....
Yes!....So we set out one morning with Kristy's mom driving us, picked up dear Priya who had just arrived in Brisbane for her month long internship and set off for the Gold Coast and to be more specific....Surfers Paradise....
Mile after mile of unbroken beach and untempered coastal wonder....Throw in the 24 degree weather, the sun and the bikini clad temptresses that punctuate the landscape like sequins on a belly dancers skirt...and its hard to imagine that life could get any better....
And then you see the sea....And the waves....Oh the waves....Schumacher himself hath known not such sheer power....
If Bondi was calm and beautiful....a serene symphony admist the cacophony of the teeming city....then this.....
This was Rock & Roll.....This was Elvis Priestley at his hip shaking, drug addled, intoxicated best....
The beach was Tom Jones.....and the waves were his Sex-Bomb.....
And faced with that....how dyu resist the temptation to dive right in......
Yep you don't.....
The four of us on the beach....
Once the dust, or rather the water, had settled and we were comfortably back on shore
( Just to side track here.....that's an expression i never understood....What's the point in having your cake of you can't ruddy well eat it? eh!)
Anyway .....
Yes!....So we set out one morning with Kristy's mom driving us, picked up dear Priya who had just arrived in Brisbane for her month long internship and set off for the Gold Coast and to be more specific....Surfers Paradise....
Mile after mile of unbroken beach and untempered coastal wonder....Throw in the 24 degree weather, the sun and the bikini clad temptresses that punctuate the landscape like sequins on a belly dancers skirt...and its hard to imagine that life could get any better....
And then you see the sea....And the waves....Oh the waves....Schumacher himself hath known not such sheer power....
If Bondi was calm and beautiful....a serene symphony admist the cacophony of the teeming city....then this.....
This was Rock & Roll.....This was Elvis Priestley at his hip shaking, drug addled, intoxicated best....
The beach was Tom Jones.....and the waves were his Sex-Bomb.....
And faced with that....how dyu resist the temptation to dive right in......
Yep you don't.....
The four of us on the beach....
Once the dust, or rather the water, had settled and we were comfortably back on shore
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