Once girlfriend got here, I had to get the fuck out of Sydney. So up the coast we go.

Getting internet connections isn’t as easy as you’d think. And a daily blog isn’t as interesting as you think.

Newcastle is the first city north of Sydney. It’s like Hamilton, Ontario with a beach. Steel town, good architecture and culture, but… I’m a tourist.  I’d bet it’s better for the peeps jammin’ there.  I only spent like 18 hours there anyway.

Then up to Port Macquarie. One day there. Totally beautiful for the miserable day I was there. Lots of nice people, nice cafes and shit. My car broke down there, had to get the fuel pump replaced. Ain’t that a bitch?

Went up to Coffs Harbour the next day for a day. It’s really sick there! We stayed at this sweet caravan site. Since I have a station wagon and a tent and all that, it’s cool for us to stay there. Met all these older biker gang people. I met the mayor of Coober Petey, this opal town in Southern Australia. He was a down-ass dude.

Byron Bay the next day was sick! It’s like P.E.I. leading into a Florida beach. It’s slick as shit there, so we spent the night at some fucking hippie commune, which didn’t go so well. I don’t think I like hippies anymore. They’re devious, and often callow as shit.

But for the last week I’ve been jammin at a resort in Main Beach, by Surfer’s Paradise, Gold Coast, Fucking Queensland, FUCKING AUSTRALIA! W00t! It’s been good. Girlfriend and I partying hard. Reality starts in a few days.

I’ll check ya.

So, I spent the first week of my trip in a corner of Sydney called Kings Cross. It’s a hole. Lots of backpackers and hookers.

I bought a car

I then traveled to this suburb of Sydney called Manly Beach, which is a sick spot. Beautiful beach. It’s a town with lots of chilled out people.

I landed a job waiting tables.

I landed a second job labouring, which sucked for various reasons and I quit.

I bought a surf board.

I bought a wet suit

I haven’t bought a guitar yet.

I made some friends.

I JUST today quit my waiting job and got my $500  for 40 hours work.  I was going to spend a few days in Bondi (bond eye) Beach until girlfriend gets here but everyone has told me how much it sucks compared to here, so I’ll hold off another day or two.

Right now, I’m drinking goon (cheap box wine), in a hostel, on a Sunday night, playing on my laptop. I just got to know this South African dude, Marc who let me try his digeriedoo, and I’m considering buying one. He showed me amazing photos of Bali and I’m really excited for the South East Asia trip.

Tomorrow I’m going to surf for a while, drive up to another beach, surf some more, and then figure out whether or not to boogie my ass outta here over to Bondi.

I have met a lot of cool people, and have been chillin out as much as possible. I’ve been exercising and surfing… I got a bit of a tan, which I’m working on… Drinking lots, not like “i have a problem drinking”, but “hey let’s celebrate because of ___” not every night though. just many

I wanted the new Arctic Monkeys CD and the new NIN CD. $30 a piece! Fuck that!

I finally found an internet connection good enough for me to download both. Both CDs are really fucking good! And Nine Inch Nails just happened to be playing in Sydney. Now I thought about the $80 that I had to spend, I thought about how cool it would be by going, I though about what Justin (metal motherfucker from work) would say… and as a result I decided to go…

Trent Reznor got a “soar throat” and postponed until September.

What did we learn? Don’t kiss STD riddled Australian chicks…

So, I bought a surf board. It’s more advanced than I should have, but it was $150 bucks. Put that in perspective… Is a snowboard that cheap? Is a skateboard even that cheap? No, it’s a sweet price. Plus I got a cheap wetsuit as well. I dropped $120 on it, and it’s full body.

So I’m ready to go, just add water!

I’ve done three solid days of at LEAST two hours a day, and it’s hard. But yesterday I got up a bunch of times, not really catching waves, but it’s a slow progression. Frustrating as a fuck, but still fun.

It’s all about when you get a six foot wave, weighing about 1500 pounds, slammed on your head, having an undercurrent flip your body over, hit the ocean floor, panic for air, swim in a new direction to the top, be pulled under again by the rest of the wave, have salt water enter your head through your eyes, nose, ears and mouth, finally feel enough calm to surface, surface, have another one slam you, same shit - less breath, eventually get up, gasping for air, thanking a god for life… then someone beside who just dealt with the same thing go…. WOOHOO!

SURFING KICKS ASS!

The selection is shitty! If you want some, say, Luksusova Vodka, or Captain Morgan, you’re shit out of luck.

I found Canadian beer once in a liquor store.

• Labatt Blue $23.99 / 6 pack
• 26oz Vodka / Rum = $34
• 24 Corona / Heineken = $60
• 24 Victoria Bitters (aka VB) (common domestic, and shitty brand) = $35
• 1oz weed (in Sydney with a 6.5/10 rating) = $320