Port Campbell, no question.
What? You don't know where Port Campbell is? How could this be?
Its a small beach town in south west Victoria, Australia, near the Great Ocean Road (surely you've heard of that? The 12 Apostles doesn't ring any bells? Bah). I go there on summer holiday, and have been doing that since I was a baby.
If heaven exists, it must look like Port Campbell. As a younger child, I must have spent countless summer days there. Here is what a typical summer day would consist of:
7.00-8.00am: Wake up, get dressed and heave breakfast, leave the house and walk across the road to check the waves. Yes - the beach house we stay at is across the road from the towns main beach. If the waves are good, precede to go boogy-boarding (aussie for body boarding) until midday, catching sick waves and generally getting stoked all round (stoked: surfing slang. Roughly means translates to 'I'm feeling good' or 'I'm excited!' or 'Wicked dude!' in the english language).
11.00am-1.00pm: Getting sick of being barreled, my brother and I would return to the house for lunch. On summer days, lunch was often fish 'n' chips from the local shop, the best chips and fish I've ever had. We would also be grumpy at this time, as a tourist bus full of chinese people would always park in front of our house, blocking the ocean view.
2.00pm-4.00pm: Walk a few blocks to visit our favorite cousins, who also stay in Port during the summer. It was always fun hanging with them. We would either walk around town checking the shops out, or, more commonly, go for another body boarding session, trying to see who would get the biggest wipeout. Sick.
4.00pm-whenever: Hang out at 'The Pier'. 'The Pier' is a Pier that sticks out from the cliff, with a road access for boats. Good spot for fishing. For us kids, it was a cool place to hang out. Mainly because we would jump off the pier into the water, god that was fun. Just so you know, The Pier was about as tall as two small houses. The bigger kids would not jump of the pier itself - instead they would jump off a fairly tall crane that was attached to the pier. We thought they were nuts. We also snorkeled near the pier, where there is quite a nice reef. Sometimes we got to see the native stingrays swimming under the pier.
Night: Have dinner (which was usually barbecued meat with chips from the same shop as a side dish), then proceed to hang out with cousins on the streets, walking around and talking to other kids. Occasionally getting up to mischief
11.00-1.00am: Return to beach house at ungodly hour, and fall asleep as soon as our heads touched the pillow.
Then we would rinse and repeat that timetable the next day, and the next, and the next...
Hanging out with mates, catching waves, enjoying the sun, getting up to no good, being shy around the chickoritas (girls)...ah, that is the life. When I'm an old man, I'll look back on those days as the best of my life (thinks of the 'Summer of 69 song' and tries not to get teary...)
Port Campbell forever. I just hope it doesn't get turned into a nasty little tourist beach town.
(Writes a little theme song which sounds a lot like 'Blue Heaven' with Port Campbell replacing the 'Blue Heaven' parts.)