. So we booked ourselves into a double-room for a week and, once the bus journey was completed, walked down to the hostel loaded down with our backpacks. Our room was being cleaned and as the sun was finally shining we headed into town for a wander and ended up going down to the beach for a while. The main beach here is beautiful with huge surf waves, plus I finally got to see an Ozzy lifeguard in his tiny red and yellow speedos! When we went back to the hostel to check-in we were shown to our room by one of the guys on the desk, however we were a bit confused because he took us out of the hostel and started to walk us down the street. It turns out that the hostel also owns an old hotel down the road and this is where they keep all their double-rooms. We had expected our room to be on the same corridor as all the other dorm rooms, so we were shocked and overjoyed when we were shown to a fantastic holiday apartment! The apartment has two double rooms, a kitchen of its own, a balcony, living room and even though we opted to go for the cheaper option of sharing a bathroom with other backpackers, we even have our own bathroom! Yippee, no dingy soggy hostel carpets! It feels like we are on holiday in a Mediterranian country. There is no crap all over the kitchen, food scraps on the floor and in the sink, you don't have to fight over what's on the TV, you can stretch out on the sofa, the bathroom isn't covered in other people's grime, we have our own fridge so people aren't moving our food all the time and we don't have to tip-toe about in a dark dorm room at night
. It's great here! Once we had done some washing and put it out to dry on the balcony, we settled down for our first night in our holiday apartment. To go with our lovely new accomodation we treated ourselves to a tub of ice cream and a big bag of chips... food of kings! We had been told at reception that there was someone in the other double-room, however we hadn't seen or heard anything from them so we were starting to think there had been a mistake. But at about 7pm a guy came out of the other room. His name was Alexandro, he comes from Italy and he had one hell of a suntan. Detirmined to enjoy the sunshine, Alexandro had been sunbathing on the beach all day; his face was so red we could have cooked our tea from the heat he was giving out. Bless him, he got redder and redder as the evening wore on He was lovely, if not very loud, and spent the whole night running backwards and forwards lathering his face in after-sun. We all ended up watching films together and chatting; I fell asleep on the sofa and woke up about midnight to find Tom and Alexandro discussing the finer points of Cockney rhyming slang.
Today we left Byron Bay and got on the Greyhound at about 10am. Our next destination is about 2 hours away and is called Surfers Paradise. As you might have guessed from the name, the main reason people come here is for the great surfing beaches. However, we are here for a different reason... the theme parks. Surfers Paradise has a collection of great theme and water parks nearby which we bought unlimited tickets to before we left the UK. As anyone that knows him will already understand, Tom loves his rollercoasters so we decided to take a little break from our travels and stay in Surfers Paradise for a week and just visit the parks everyday. We also decided that, as we will be out everyday, we wanted to try and get ourselves a private room, rather than a dorm, while we are here so we can chill out a bit more in the evenings. When we were back in Sydney someone had recommended a hostel to us and we found out that they offered private double-rooms for just $3 more than most places do dorm rooms