This was the anticipated morning ride. The GPS of the red VW was working overtime, its voice blaring imposingly from the speakers. Outside, the wind was mild and I couldn't help but notice the distinct amount of unoccupied space stretching through the landscape. Australia seems to have an infinite supply of unused, unoccupied land. After all, it’s the 6th largest country in the world where land mass is concerned. It has a bounty that has made it the world’s 12th largest economy. So it’s no wonder that the country has a program that seeks to populate the hinterlands with productive foreigners willing to migrate to the country, but they do so by sort of “throwing” these migrants “into the wild”.
|Oystercove Promenade, Helensvale|
|The road to Surfer's Paradise.|
|In what's Australia's version of the American "Spring Break", "schoolies" flood Surfer's Paradise to have fun.|
Located in Gold Coast’s commercial epicenter of Surfer’s Paradise (a suburb), the Q1 rises amongst high-rise apartment buildings and a long stretch of white sandy beach popular with surfers and holiday makers.
My jaw dropped when I saw the sprawling view from north to east, and south to west. It was also the perfect weather to view the city with. It’s in moments like these that you are rendered speechless because a specific description escapes your vocabulary.
This is also a moment of sheer intimidation and amazement. Where do you place your existence in the presence of such beauty? Man has augmented divine creation. The bluest ocean beckons to the east while the white strip of beach stretches from north to south.
|SkyPoint Observation Deck|
|The northern view of Surfer's Paradise|
|The south and inner southwest side.|
|The northwestern side.|
|Be not afraid...|