GETTING AROUND
It’s the Gold Coast. Get active. Roller blading, bike riding, scootering, running, jogging, skipping; whatever works. Some dickheads even like a Segway. This might be a tall story, but we believe the inventor of the Segway passed away after falling down a cliff off his own product. Cheeky little fact for you.
Ubers and cabs are plentiful, can be mayhem around closing hour for the clubs though, so a hotel within walking distance is always preferable and easy to organise. The ocean breeze on the stroll home will do you the world of good too.
CULTURE VULTURE
It’s all about the sun, sand and surf. No need to bring too much ‘culture’ into the GC mix. Prisitine beaches stretch as far as the eye can see, with warm water and normally some sort of tourist gasping for breath before a life guard whisks them to safety. The Gold Coast is often the but of jokes and the object of derision, but we’ll offer the first round to any Bucks party that doesn’t hit the beach on Day 1 and say ‘Straya, you bloody beauty’. You are then contractually obliged to post an Instagram story captioned ‘livin’ or ‘worse ways to spend a Friday’.
The Theme parks are also in abundance a short drive from the Coast. Dreamworld, Movie World, Seaworld (don’t watch the doco ‘Blackfish’ if you have your heart set on an enjoyable SeaWorld experience) are all in close proximity and pretty much do what the brochure suggests.If it suggests long lines, over priced food and photo opportunities with out of work actors in unwashed cartoon suits. Not really Bucks party friendly, but we do suggest Wet and Wild (the park, not the strip club that definitely should exist if it doesn’t) as a good breaker and freshen up.
