After a deserved lie in we made our way to Sydney airport in the company of a chatty Chinese taxi driver, who seemed particularly excited about something or another. Not sure what, but he kept clapping and laughing out loud. Good for him.
Anyhow, we boarded a flight to the Gold Coast, where we landed one short hour later. We hired a Toyoto Aurion - damn nice - and headed for the hotel in Surfers Paradise (another instance of the Ronseal approach to placenames), which we couldn't be bothered leaving so we took a few photos from the balcony and made a decision to visit in the morning the beaches advertised in the town's name.
