Note to self: Ethiopia airlines socks are shit.
Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
371Trip End Feb 26, 2011
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Where I stayed
Byron Bay – Bangalow Rest Area – On a layby of a dual carriageway
Leaving the mountains behind we then headed further down the coast to the third largest city in Australia: Brisbane. We weren’t quite sure what to expect from Brisbane to be honest but we were pleasantly surprised. Firstly it was a Sunday so a lot of the tourist sights were closed nonetheless we decided to take the Lonely Planet walking tour of the city to try to see the most important places instead of aimlessly wandering around without a clue what we were looking at. Starting off at the Botanic Gardens where we spotted Ibises nesting amongst the beautiful lakes and flora, we then took in amongst others the Brisbane City Hall, the exquisite sandstone Parliament House, Old Government House, St Stephens Cathedral and Post Office Square. It made for a lovely whistle stop tour of the city and it was only marred slightly by a very rude ferryman who asked us where we were going when the ferry pulled in and when we said pier 3 he quickly fastened the gate back up informing us that ‘the book’ seeing the Lonely Planet clutched in our mitts was wrong and that we could only go to pier 1 or 2 but he didn’t even give us the chance to reply he was off yelling commands at the driver.
Time was passing us by and without a free campsite within a 50km radius we made our way 25km out of the city to the Daisy Hill Koala Centre
We crossed the border in to New South Wales at Coolangatta, at last our second state in Australia. We found our free camp for the night which was a little disappointing to say the least, it was basically a lay by with a hedge to shield it from the main highway. Still Andrew cooked his speciality Sausage and bean casserole, basically sausage, a tin of beans and an onion, on the side of the highway with lorries speeding past us and we were all alone. Andrew horrifyingly thought there was a bit of the Peter Falkonio about the place but he didn’t tell me until the morning after, thank god. We went to bed wearing more clothes and forced ourselves to think that nothing could ever be as bitterly cold as Mongolia – we were in Australia for god sakes: must get to Big W tomorrow.