Brisbane.
A lot of people told me Brisbane
isn’t a beauty. Could well be, but I do like character-faces:) After all these beach beauties
along the east coast I felt deeply comfortable being in a real city again. All
the noises, traffic, crowded streets and skyscrapers…gosh, I like that. I truly
do. I had an 4 hour hours walk along the Brissi-River, passed Kangaroo Point
and South End and went on to the CDB and the Botanic Gardens. AND lost my
Lonely Planet on the way. Don’t ask how this could happen…I have no idea, but
it’s so me and that’s why it’s not a big deal. I can go on without it.
Rick, a friend I met in Sydney in March in the
hostel and who’s living in Brisbane,
took me to a bar called the brewery house this night. He was of the opinion I’m
in need of a German beer or seven after all the VB-Carlton-Tooheys-Orgies I
must have had already. And of course it was fine with me:) They brew their own beer in that
pup and we tried the whole range (well, almost) and talked for hours. It was
such a great night…
Detected Germans on my way: Doesn’t matter.
