Day 8 - Coolangatta

no phone. no camera. no way to tell time. ahhh freedom.

Day 8 - Coolangatta

i wake up way early. refreshed. yesterday was the first day and probably only day on this trip that i didnt have a single drop of alchohol. so yesterday at the beach i saw no one surfing. i knew this town had a bunch of beaches so i go on a surf hunt. coolangatta beach nothing. greenmount beach nothing. rainbow beach nothing. clim danger point and pear over the cliff two lonely surfers grabbing some solid waves at duranbh (?) beach aka D beach. i grab breakfast at the point, read a bit. an hour leader pear back over the cliff and dozens of surfers. this is were i need to be. but it's a trek w/ a board. whatever i do it. grab a board for 1 day rental. board is heavy as shit it's one of the cheapo boards not a big fan. In short D beach makes me D bitch. Seriously i had one of those ohh fuck moments and decided quickly to check out the other beaches. rainbow beach had solid surf and was were i needed to be. i couldnt get used to the heavy ass board though. again a coupld wobbely stands up and i'm starting to feel that i'm getting worse on this trip. not cool. head back to the hostel. wash up. go grab a bite. all the restaurants are fully reserved it's saturday night on the beach i guess it's a big night to go out. it gets windy i find a mexcian spot with a decent chicken mole. over hear a couple behind me, one says to the other "do you know what a burritto". funny. head to one club line out the door plus $10 cover. no thanks. head to another club. no cover but guy say it's empty (um your job is to get me in) and i can't wear sandals. so i head back to the hostel and go to the default club downstairs. i'm the 4th guy there. comment "it's packed" to one of the guys. we chat and kick it the rest of the night. cool guy name is steven from brighton, england. the girls eventually star to arrive. young and dressed to the nine. all in slutty little black numbers. very posh. the opposite of mission. very marina. it's clicky. and i can tell i'm going to need to get drunk. i'm not even making an effort to meet other girls you can tell from their body language that there not having it. it's the type of place where you get the "i'm dancing with my girlfriend" and have potential to get a drink tossed at you if you say the wrong thing. and yes both happened to me. it was fun enough with steve and couple other american girls from his dorm. meet one girl in the bar next door. i mention some obscure anchor man reference and she goes off w/ a bunch of quotes from the movie. keep it classy san diego.