A few weeks ago, I was given the opportunity to pack a bag and escape the mundane of life for a weekend on the Gold Coast.
Unlike many things that just so happen to fall in my lap, this opportunity of reviving the soul and relaxing the hair follicles before college started; just so happened to fall conveniently on my birthday weekend. The weekend where I would add another digit to the end of 20 something and secretly hope to be carded so I could say, “You really think I’m not that age?“
Ahhing and umming for a couple of weeks in true Scarlett fashion, I decided to throw caution to the wind and live a
little lot. This resulted in me packing Friday morning and sending a snap to my brother Frodo, prewarning him that I was taking a well used, much loved large pink suitcase. Saying adieus amigos’ to our parents, Kaffy and I headed towards the white sands of Kirra Beach and the entertaining sights of the Gold Coast.
With my “personal chauffeur” known as Kaffy driving us, I was told to simply sit back and relax. Having relaxed back in my seat, I was able to grab or rather take a quick selfie while waiting in the endless amount of traffic.
Some three hours and a very dead curled up snake on the freeway, Kaffy and I reached the outskirts of the ever stunning and breath taking sites of Kirra Beach. While driving around the round-about, I used the opportunity to lean out the window. As my finger got trigger happy, I breathed in the salty and crisp air of the ocean.
Leaving the gorgeous bronzed natives of the coast waiting to catch their transport and the tall pines; we set off to find our hotel. After checking in and unpacking our various bags, we decided to kill some times before dinner and went off to discover what the hotel offered in terms of ‘fun’.
Few rounds of sheer concentration, countless amount of laughter and ribbing and many losses on my behalf than actual birdies later; we all admitted defeat. Agreeing to leaving the profession to the Tiger Woods’ of Putt-Putt, I continued exploring.
Having discovered this little treasure hidden amongst some sky scrapping palm trees, swaying gently in the ocean breeze and soft leaved bushes; I set off once again. The one thing that got my attention was the rack of surfboards I discovered in the basement.
These delightful little darlings looked as if they were waiting for someone to pluck them off the wall and get their underbelly wet with waves. It was in the moment of reliving my childhood days spent at the beach that I set off with the others to gather dinner. True City Chic style.
We stumbled across the little pop-up cafe that sold Venezuelan food on the strip, a few blocks from our hotel.
Having not been one to take pretty photos in the pitch black, this little darling was packed with so much flavour. So much flavour, it had had my little taste buds dancing. Packed with goodness like chili lime chicken, black beans, shredded cheese, gauc and a few other things served on a corn tortilla; I was ready to marry this little darling.
After pulling myself away regretfully, I called it a night as I had to be up bright and early the next day.
Having woken Saturday morning with a sheer fright after glancing at the time and seeing it was 9.00, I had approx. 30 minutes before I had to be out the door. Throwing on a cute outfit and a pair of kick a*** shoes, not a stitch of make up and my hair in a somewhat neat pony tail; I was ready to take on my action packed day at Dreamworld.
In case I died within the next 8 hours after leaving the hotel, I took a photo for Lois & Red to remind them of what I looked like, alive. Before dashing out the door and into the arms of adrenaline, Kung Fu Pandas’ and the moment I went from sounding like a woman to a man in a matter of seconds.
Listing all of the rides we wanted to conquer before Dreamworld closed for the day, I put in my two options that I’ve spent last 12+ years wanting to conquer. These rides aren’t for the faint hearted or for those who suffer from nervous disorders and they just so happen to be known as: The Tower of Terror (II) and The Giant Drop.
The Giant Drop would be the ride that would introduce me to Santiago. My male alter ego.
As I went about racing back towards Earth after being surrounded by deliciously fluffing white clouds and a rabbits warren otherwise known as Nappy Valley in a matter of seconds.
Coming home from Dreamworld after leaving my vocal box, somewhere between The Giant Drop and the Buzz Saw (holy shit, what a ride!); I was ready to call it a night.
Waking the next morning to discover it was my twenty something year old birthday, my nose now resembled something of a fire pit every time I went to breath in and my scalp felt as if someone had taken a slice of skin out for a transplant; I wasn’t so excited about the outcome.
That was until I pulled my sorry, adrenaline lacking and hoarse voiced body out of bed. Before continuing on with my morning ritual of sitting outside with my computer and after a writing a few paragraphs, went about capturing my day in a series of photos.
My morning started off with a stroll along the beach. This is the famous Kirra Beach near Coolangatta. A famous hot spot for delightful looking lads’ who are wishing to catch a few waves and gal’s on the ends of their boards. Coolangatta is nestled into between the border of Queensland and New South Wales.
Here’s a bit of a fun fact: depending on where you live in Coolangatta, you either share QLD time or NSW Daylight savings time.
Something which confuses the heck out of the locals when the clock moves forward an hour while the rest of the state continues to be ignorant about any such timely change.
Kirra is perfect not only for surfers and for those who littlies under their belt, who are wishing to stick their toes into the crisp, fresh water as the beach is monitored with life guards if you are swimming between the flags.
Prodding along until I couldn’t go any further, I paused to capture the Gold Coast Skyline in the background over the ocean like a distant lover of mine. Before turning around and heading back to the hotel, only to pause and take in the sight of the little brown apartment block, being dwarfed by the hotel I was staying at.
After a quick walk, vlog for Lois & Red and discovering of an outdoor shower; the group had awaken by this stage and we set about getting ready for the day. Throwing around a couple ideas of people wanting play another round of putt-putt, a few of us decided to loan some bikes and hit the windy streets of Kirra.
As Ms. C graced us with a friendly smile, we set off once again after taking a rest as the Birthday girl was complaining of a sore hip and being unfit. Winding through some busy and not so busy streets, we found ourselves 8 k’s from our start point and decided it was time to head back and grab something to eat.
Mr. M’s Louisianan hot wings with crisp celery sticks and a blue cheese sauce were the appetizers to what was going to come our way. Having settled for the celery and blue cheese dipping sauce, both of which were fantastic together; I watched Mr. M’s eyes roll in the back of his head and he said in his American accent, “These wings are the fucking best for Australia. They got the recipe right!”
As Mr. M chowed down his wings with delight, I settled on something more creamy and mouth tingling.
This particular section of gelato in a small gelato store I came across, known as My Gelato, was simply to die for. What I nicknamed ‘The Death By Chocolate’ section, much to Ms. C’s amusement, had me peering at the different flavours before settling on the tiramisu (not shown in the photo) and mint chocolate (top far right). Before ducking next door for a jug of Sangria to welcome in my birthday.
Unlike the gelato that melted in your mouth and left you craving for more, the Sangria in the jugs didn’t hit the taste buds nor leave a pleasant taste in the palate. Sadly, we departed ways with an unpleasant taste of Sangria as we continued our walk along the beach before hitting for the pool for a spot of swimming.
After a few laps of pretending to be a mermaid and seeing how long I can hold my breath, it was time to head off to the hotel room and get ready for my birthday dinner. This is where I would end my night while standing on top of a hill, after climbing 30+ steps and taking in the picturesque views of Kirra Beach.
Just like a majestic sunset, this is how I celebrated my twenty something birthday and 100th post in true Scarlett Style. On a gigantic hill in the middle of the Gold Coast, drinking bubbly.
Here is to another 100 posts and many more birthdays to celebrate between you & I.
Until next time,