This time Gg was delegated to purchase the papers to avoid the oversupply of the previous morning. We had sufficient food for a breakfast of yoghurt, fresh fruit, toast and jam (rice crackers for the health conscious Mt).
By mid-morning we were ready for a walk and this time we headed north for the Sodom and Gomorrah of Surfers Paradise. The patrolled beaches (photo below) all looked inviting; the sand and water clean and glistening in the sun.
There seems no end to the excesses of building heights on this part of the coast. The Q1 building (photo below) claims to be the tallest residential building in the southern hemisphere at about 71 stories and I noticed a building site nearby advertising a 77 stories building for completion in 2010.
Whilst meandering northward, I received a call from Rt inviting us to join he and Jy at Brannigan's Pub for an afternoon of drinking and television watching barracking for the Sydney Swans who were playing a match that day. However we were all footballed out and declined the invitation.
Not everyone likes Surfers Paradise. The high rise environment (photo below) is not especially attractive with building after building blocking each others' views, casting unwelcome shadows.
Whilst on our walk we purchased fresh rolls, thin cuts of steak, barbecue sauce and eggs which he took back to the apartment where we enjoyed steak sandwiches for lunch. We passed the Northcliff SLSC on the way back. It looked more attractive than the Kurrawa club of the previous day and we made a note of it as a potential venue for breakfast the next morning. The weekend was turning into a series of meals intersperced with planning for meals.
The afternoon was spent in further lazing about before we embarked on our second walk of the day, an aimless gentle walk which turned into an excuse for the drinkers to purchase more beer, spirits and mixers for the balance of the weekend.
As evening approached talk naturally turned to thoughts of the evening meal. Consensus was reached and we picked up three family size pizzas from a nearby restaurant. We rounded off the night watching two episodes of Poirot, all of us correctly guessing 'whodunit' in the first episode before the master revealed all.
Those of us who were still awake ended the evening watching the 1957 version of A Town Like Alice. I had never seen any filmed version of this Neville Shute novel. It was very enjoyable.
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