I'm blessed to do a job that gives me the opportunity to travel quite a bit. In 2017 I'll probably spend around 16 weeks on the road plus a little holiday travel time as well. I'm forever grateful for the chance and the experiences it gives me. I can call myself a citizen of the world these days and that's something of which to be proud but humbled. Not everyone gets the chances I have been given.
But not every trip is to somewhere I like, somewhere I'd go to voluntarily. Those places are essentially arrive, work, leave. The Gold Coast, south of Brisbane is a coastal city of around a million people. It's a holiday Mecca. It has incredible long beaches, thousands of hotels, restaurants, waterways, amusement parks and stuff for the sun loving tourists to do. At night it's a party town, lit up and garish. Its party central and I'm sure the home of more tattoo parlours and plastic surgeons than the rest of the country. It's full of the young, the brash and the wild.
It does nothing for me!
The Gold Coast is heaven to some but it will never be a destination I seek. Other places grab my soul for many reasons and the Gold Coast just doesn't. I totally...TOTALLY...understand the appeal for families, for partyers, for 20 somethings on their first trip away from home. It's built for that. But that's not me.
I always hope to make something of a situation that isn't one I'd choose myself to be found. So whilst the city and its many visitors hit the bars, the clubs and the eateries, I went west to get some photos of the city. The lights I can't stand being under we're beautiful at a distance. The water was just right for a reflection. Sitting on the banks on the worlds scratchiest sand, I got to see the Gold Coast in a way that appealed to me. It has its beauty. For some it's the lights, the beach, the tans and the celebration of celebrating. And that's fantastic. For me it was a little further away on the banks of the waterways doing the thing I love.