Surfers Paradise

Leave all my new found friends behind (again)in Byron and within 2 hours of greyhounding, I arrive in Surfers Paradise. It's frickin huge. I don't think anyone actually lives here, it's ALL mega tourist structures. Apparently my hostel is in the suburbs.

I feel kinda of lonely yet weird, like I don't care. I feel like going down to talk to the the people in the common room, but I just can't put myself to do it for some reason. So I decide to go walk outside and see if I can find some bars or something. Anyway, long story short, it turns out to become one of my best nights out EVER! I just don't care. I talk to a bunch of Russians on the street, get on a bus to Surfers paradise (I'm in South Port apparently), talk to some Japanese guy on the bus and then some Canadian guy walks me to the going out district. There I talk to three girls, two of which turn out to be models (and on closer inspection, they do look quite alright :P). They tell me where to go out and invite me to their model contest on wednesday. We part after a nice grouphug. Turns out they sent me to a stripclub. Place is fucking depressing. I'll spare you the details, plus I was having too much fun on my own at that point to care.

I won't spare you the conversation I had with one of the strippers though. She comes up to my table and asks me how I'm doing. I launch into some long convoluted but very honest story about how it's my best night since I came to Australia. She's trying as best as she can to relate to the things I'm saying. "oh, you're from Holland? I love Holland, with your clogs and windmills etc" me: "yeah, that's kind of a stereotype". Later she persists to say "yeah, it so cute how you take your little bikes and go to the bakery and everything" to which I reply "uhmm yeah". She finally ends up busting out the inevitable question of whether I want a lapdance to which I reply "that if it costs money, I don't", she leaves visibly disappointed. I think her giving me a lapdance would have been more of a favour for her then for me anyway :P Kidding! Still was a fun little adventure.

I then get myself into a club (for free, because I'm a poor backpacker :P). I'll spare you the details, but I talked to almost everyone in the entire club I think. Also did a lot of really good dancing. Most of you know of my non-existent dance skills. Well that's not true.. dancing isn't really about the skill anyway, it's more about not giving a flying shit. I make a lot of friends and even have a few fans there :P Someone says they like my dancing and some other guy sees me going to talk to some girls and tells me "I'm the man". So yeah, ego-boosting days for me.

Also at some point see a girl singing the corus to David Guetta's new song 'Sexy Bitch' while she's looking at me.. I wonder why she's looking at me, while I notice that I'm also singing it out loud :P We go on to finish the corus in a duet form :P

I've only had about 5 nights like this before in my life. It is a great feeling to be able to walk into a club alone and come out with a whole bunch of friends. It's just great to be able to express yourself completely regardless of what people think, I mean I'm sure some people hated me in there :P I'm also pretty sure I added to a lot of people's night. Liked I'd see people standing in the corner all sad and I'd go talk to them and I could just see them the cheering up (I know exactly what it is to stand in that corner).  Also after some bouts of loneliness this was especially refreshing.

I take a cab back home and have a nice talk with the friendly cab driver (if only they'd be like that in Amsterdam).

PS: check out the pictures for good illustration of the night :P