Writing in the sand at Surfer’s Paradise: One of the better activities.
There it is folks. The sign!
Surfer’s Paradise was supposed to be paradise. You know, a surfer’s paradise. Beaches, white sand — uh — surf. In actuality, the surf is worse than other beaches south of it (like Burleigh Heads, where Billabong was born), and it feels a bit like Vegas, Ft. Lauderdale and Disney World combined.
Tons of tourists, lots of fast food, 2 bowling alleys and all the theme parks your heart desires.
Becky and I hated it. Then we missed our bus and almost cried at the thought of staying another night in hell. See the next post for more!
I will say the good thing – they do know how to make a good ride. Becky and I did the Fly Coaster AND the Sling Shot. Fun!