Seeing the Gold For the Coast

I have lived on the Gold Coast for one week and have come up with one word to describe the people who live here: 'Spoiled'. Surrounded by beach, blue surf, beautiful people, and enveloped by a sun that kisses the skin. (unfortunately for my pasty skin, the sun's wearing bright red lipstick when she kisses me). The long term residents of Australia's Gold Coast take for granted the natural beauty and abundance of activities around them, seeking out new destinations to basically do the exact same thing they could be doing at home. Hence, why we are driving 45 minutes into NSW's to surf Byron Bay.
Now don't get me wrong, the place is beautiful. But if I walk out of Elliot's apartment in Palm Beach and take a right down 25th ave, and walk 30 meters I can get to almost the exact same beauty.
Your mission today, of you choose to accept it, is to step out of your comfort (boring) space and take a look around you. Appreciate where you are and take a stay-cation.
That being said, I moved thousands of miles from Canada to Australia and have discovered one of the most beautiful countries in the world.
I take it back, screw my lesson. See you in Byron Bay.

Cheers,
Jimmy

Byron Bay - Where Beauty Meets Beer

I had the opportunity to go down to Byron Bay with Elliot and the boys (+1 cool girl) on Sunday. Elliot kept saying it was going to be epic.


"Amazing surf" (don't forget, I can't surf), and a "plethora of beautiful women" (I am currently riding a heartbreak and have zero game anyway).

Upon arrival it was hard not to appreciate the beauty before me.




The water was the bluest of blue and the surf did look amazing.

I shot about 150 photos of surfers, sweet waves...

 ...fishermen



...and bikini clad beach bums.









As well as one topless, exhibitionist, young lady who camped out no more than 10 meters from me. (I protected her identity because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't appreciate her breasts on my blog)

After the boys, and girl, finished surfing, we had a couple of beach pops

 
 

 

 


...while Bobby (aka Bobcat) entertained







 
 

We headed back into the town of Byron Bay to experience the, much hyped, Beach Hotel tavern. (Did you know they're the number 1 seller of beer in all of Australia?) The tavern was fun, it was huge, full of attractive people, and Bobcat (sorry Bobby had to do it). I made sure the tavern stayed at the top of the beer purveyor list. Getting quite inebriated and watching Fun-Bobby turn from Bobcat to Bob-MadCat.

But gladly left at 8pm back to Queensland (Byron Bay is just across the border in NSW - a 45 minute drive from Palm Beach).

Keep in mind we left Palm Beach at 9am.
and thanks to a 10 hour sleep I felt like a million bucks this morning. Riding my beach cruiser to my new favourite coffee shop, the Barefoot Cafe.

Tonight it's a place called Mike's. Where a giant plateful of ribs is in store for my hungry belly. I'm gonna get FAT!

Jimmy Out...