The Thousands

Now we’ve reached adulthood, we’re expected to drop coin on a fancy meal and overpriced drinks in order to secure a little tail outside of a mortifying bar/gig hook-up context. But there is a way to cut down on costs while ensuring that your date still thinks you’re heaps romantical – Balls Head.
 
Set against the rather impressive backdrop of our harbour city in all its glory, the secluded nature reserve just north of the CBD was a favourite during my libidinous, bong-smoking youth. Offering more picnic spots, hidden alcoves and sheltered benches than you can shake a dick at.**Just disembark at Waverton Station armed with a picnic blanket and the finest goon-bag money can buy, and you’re a mere ten minute stroll to one of the most stunning finger-banging hotspots this side of a year eight house party.
 
Let the beauty of nature be your roofie.