the bro trip
So yeah, bro has been visiting. First time in Aus and he seemed to enjoy it. I must hit him up for a guest blog though, forgot to do that while he was here.
On day 1 I'd called Qantas to confirm he would go through immigration here in Brissy rather than Sydney and planned to leave work and collect him from the airport at an appropriate time. They lied to me. I tracked his landing on line and decided to wait an hour before leaving for the airport.
I was taking a slash about 10 minutes later when he rang to tell me he was outside the airport waiting. Stick to delivering the mail Qantas. (Did you know Qantas is an acronym for Queensland And Northern Territory Air Service? Post and medical services for outback areas.... Yes, todays show is both informative AND Educational. Fuckwit.)
Collected Dr. A. G. Kween from the airport shortly thereafter and let him spend day 1 recovering from jet lag. He was recovered by that evening so we stayed up all night drinking piss and talking shit. As we do.
Day 2 was my traditional visitor thing, the brissy induction tour. I felt very sheepish about not being able to find a pub i wanted to. More about this later though. And yes, Brisbane is the size of a pea and losing an entire pub is very difficult.
We took city kitty home and further to previous all nighter session instead of being a good host and pointing things out from the river i fell asleep on the rear outside deck. I occasionally woke up, spluttered, pretended I'd been awake all along, point out a random building with a loud comment and then fall asleep drooling again. Am I the bestest tour guide in the world or what?
Later in the week we went to mt tamborine. This was a test for me ute which has been having overheating problems recently on hills. Did it pass the test? Er....No, not really. Admittedly it was a 30% gradient which is at the fucking steep end of the scale and it is a heavy beast, but it still shouldn't sound like a coffee perculator by the summit.
On a plus note, I discovered a whacky new driving technique which involved whooshing down hills to free-wheel as far as possible up the next climb. Believe me, this takes some doing in a V6 4 litre automatic ute.
Managed to buy a kritmas pressie which is possibly the earliest such a feat has been achieved. Walked through the rainforest to the waterfall which someone had unfairly hidden last time I was there with lil sis.
At the end of the week we went to surfers paradise and visited my fave Italian, my fave art gallery, my fave live music pub, my fave tacky tourist attraction and my fave beach. Yes, it's all about me really when it comes down to it. Behold photos:
Shit. The photos are on other lappy. Use your imagination. Or here, try these:
The tourist attraction is Infinity
The resturant is La Rustica
The art gallery is here
my beach
Will continue with week two soon.
posted by Only me @ 7:16 pm
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