Concrete Jungle

Thurs 30 July… After the last few days staying in such lovely places as Coffs and Byron Bay we now find ourselves in the middle of a concrete jungle, called the Gold Coast. We are at a place called Southport but you would only know that by reading the address on the front of shops. We could be in Miami or Torremelinos. It’s just wall to all concrete and glass. Last night the only sound we could hear from our van was the sound of the surf, tonight it’s sirens and traffic noise. Surfers Paradise is somewhere around here, but you can’t see it for skyscrapers, and you certainly can’t hear it. The camp site has everything for the boys, heated pool, jumping cushion, crazy golf and tennis, so they are happy enough, outside the camp is just concrete crap. The navigator took us on the scenic route to nowhere this morning and we were getting lost, so we had to turn round and go back, and start again. Tobi remarked that he had never heard Grandad swear before!! We wish we had kept going now, though she is still on an official warning. We are leaving first thing in the morning.