Well, it falls to me to conclude the tales of our magical Oz adventure. We’d aimed to keep the last two days of our trip free to ourselves to explore what Brisbane had to offer and wind down and this, retrospectively, was a great decision viagra 50 ou 100 mg. Monday gave a couple of us the opportunity to go and see relatives or the beautiful beaches of Stradbroke Island. Wonderful friends were made and photos taken. It was, I heard, a paradise. We remaining six took a relaxed wander and gander around Brisbane, beginning with another trip on the CityCat – one of our favourite and least expensive pastimes in Brisbane – to New Farm.
From there, we wandered along the river, following a seemingly endless walkway past stunning houses of genuine architectural and aesthetic merit. With the sun high in the sky, no people to be seen, and everything brilliantly clean, it was an otherworldly contrast to London. We were on our way to sample yet more of Australia’s word-class food, and we were not disappointed. Having said which, the place we were originally aiming for turned out to be closed this particular Monday. But not to worry! Our trusty tour guide (Molly, in fact, who has never been to Brisbane any more than any of us) took us on to yet another wonderful restaurant where we had oysters, white wine, crab and chilli pasta, broccoli with a delicious garlic and cream sauce, and roasted pumpkin. Hours later, another CityCat ride took us back towards the city centre, and this time we alighted at the Southbank which looks alarmingly like the one in London.
Here we fooled around at the public artificial beach, playing catch and losing tennis balls in water that was too deep to fetch in our clothes (unless you happened to be the only one wearing shorts… -Ed.), before making our way to a bar in the West End to regroup with the others over table tennis and pool. But Monday actually ended relatively early, and I think this was because of the highly anticipated final day’s activities.
…Which were awesome!…
We split into two groups. The first was Molly, Ben and Guy. They spent the day cruising in a powerboat up and down Brisbane river, seeing the city sights, exploring little waterways and toasting the tour’s success with some fancy bubbly. Guy conquered a mild fear of open water and boats with great aplomb, screaming at the top of his voice while demanding everything the little boat had to offer.
Meanwhile, the other five of us had been invited for a day out in the South Pacific on a very generous audience member’s Catamaran: Trevor Jack, our hearts go out to you for that day! He picked us up at eight and we drove up the Sunshine Coast in his MPV. There was not a cloud in the sky and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. Once aboard his beautiful twin-hulled Catamaran we motored out past boats and villas that seem to line Australia’s east coast. After a little safety briefing, we followed his instructions (‘hold this/pull hard on that’) and soon were under sail. Not long afterwards we saw two dolphins playing and blowing air from their top holes, about 50 metres to behind. Words don’t do justice to seeing that ‘in the wild’. The afternoon continued with lazy sleeps on the forward netting between the two hulls, and during some slightly rougher seas, I had a particularly enjoyable time sitting right out on the front (bow?), riding up and down over waves like a rodeo rider.
We stopped for lunch by Moreton Island and considered making our way onto the beautiful white sand of the beach but the dinghy engine was being temperamental and there were strong currents and big beach waves (not to mention sharks…) that made it a no. On the way back we saw more electric blue jellyfish in the water than we thought possible – more than you could count. But according to Trevor, sometimes the concentrations are so great you can hardly move forwards, something we hope to perhaps see on a return there in the future.