And so we have returned from our holiday. You will all be pleased to know (I hope), that I survived every ride I braved, although I feel inclined to add there were not a whole lot of them.
But it was still a good holiday. 🙂
A great holiday even, if you were to talk to Boatman. He loved it so much, he was ready to pack up and move. Having done an interstate lifestyle shift some 13 months ago, however, I was less inclined.
From the moment we arrived, he was hooked. The similarity of Coolangatta and Darwin Airports brought the first wave of infatuation, and then the perfect weather brought the next.
It was warm. Beautifully warm, with an occasional gentle breeze and just the perfect amount of humidity. (I’m from Darwin; there is a perfect amount of humidity). But more than that, it was occasionally hot. You know how most people like to be comfortably warm – able to wear what they like and not sweat in it, or turn into an ice-cube? Well Boatman likes to be hot. The hotter the better. We have had 44 degree days where he has resisted my adamant desire for air-conditioning, because he is enjoying the heat. He’s quite likely the only person in South Australia to be doing so, but that does not bother him.
Anyway so great was his affection for weather that did not require a jumper and beanie (which he wears in summer), that he began to search for ‘signs’ to move to the Gold Coast. And Boatman is not the sort of person who puts stock in ‘signs,’ so you know he was desperate.
This supernatural evidence included…
Random Fishing Guy
We had a fabulous view from our apartment, and every morning Boatman would gaze studiously up and down the beach at the surfers, and, I soon found out, the fisherman. Now I never saw one person in a sea-faring vessel, but then I don’t have boat-ray vision like my husband, who managed to find them constantly in the big blue ocean. He took special note of one particular spot that seemed to be quite often occupied and proceeded to tell us all about the fishing hole.
In almost ten years of marriage, I have heard Boatman took about many a patch of fishable ocean, but in almost all of those cases he has at least fished there.
Not this time.
The Gold Coast had seduced him and he was claiming the spot as if he had been fishing there his entire life, or was at least planning to.
A rubbish chute, dishwasher, clothes drier and foxtel channel with Friends and How I Met Your Mother Back to Back*
*Plus various other hotel amenities
Most people would consider these as perks of a good serviced apartment, or even just a holiday. Most people would, at the very least, enjoy the amenities and then decide to surprise their wife with a dishwasher of her very own upon their return.
Boatman is not most people.
Not only were the convenience items a sign we needed to move to the GC, but also that very apartment.
The Gold Coast has Sea World. And Sea World have sea animals and men who perform stunts on jet skis and make other men who want to perform stunts on jet-skis jealous. Or, in this case, sure they could do the same if only they moved to the coast and joined the Sea World team.
I tried bonding with the penguins in case it happened, but quite frankly I feel that I got a better selfie with Bugs.
And a plastic walrus.
A kebab shop on every corner
Can’t blame him on that one. It’s one think you can’t get a good one of in Lincoln. I would consider this as a selling point.
And then last, but definitely the
most least convincing…
Yes you read that right. Our apartment had a rather nice toaster, that whilst not looking flash, cooked toast to perfection. On the morning after our arrival, the conversation went something like this:
Boatman: How good is this toast?
Me: Yeah it’s pretty good.
Boatman: I don’t think I have ever had toast cooked this evenly before in my life.
Me: Yeah, it cooks toast quite nicely.
Boatman: I think it’s a sign.
Me: A sign for what?
Boatman: That we should move here.
Me: The toast is a sign?
Me: Wouldn’t someone offering you a job you loved with great pay and a nice house near a good school be a sign? Isn’t the fact that we have been offered none of that, in and of itself, a sign?
Boatman:… but it’s really good toast.
So what do you think?
Are the signs convincing enough?
Should we move to the Gold Coast?
How good does that toast look? 😉