Mark's Travels

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Hanging out in Brisbane 4th September 2004 in Brisbane, Australia


There had been a lot of noise last night. The window rattled with even the slightest vibration and I could hear partygoers throughout the night. I felt quite ill waking up with all that I had put myself through over the past 4 days. After showering, I found some Aspirin, a bottle of water and a nice breakfast at McDonalds.

One thing I had noticed walking around Brisbane is that although my natural habitat was in a city I am quite fond of tropical environments, exotic animals and the sense of adventure in exploring new places. That being said I haven't been anywhere, with the exception of Dubai, that I would call exotic. Thinking into it deeper I would like to start going on holiday in places I haven't been before. Places like outside the airport in Dubai, Oman, India, Japan, Thailand, Malaysia and Morocco. These "city adventures" in western countries are a bit too old for me. I saw a sign in the hostel that said "get off the well beaten track". I felt bad thinking I didn't even cover a small bit of "the track" the last time I was here. This time I would be covering all the major things that tourists do between Brisbane and Sydney and plan my next journey to include maximum adventure.

I continued to explore parts of Brisbane in the afternoon. After which I got a chance to read TNT magazine which is much funnier and interesting down here than the one published in London. The only downside is that it's only published once a month here and they don't very much between regions.

I ate at an Asian restaurant for dinner on the South Bank. They had a patio surrounded by palm trees and a few of the Brisbane River and Downtown. It felt so nice there. When the sun went down if felt as though you were in a proper jungle and all it took was a little imagination to feel as though you were somewhere slightly more exotic than a major urban centre.

I spent the evening hanging out with some guys on the rooftop of the hostel. It was a mixed group of Canadians, Dutch and Fins. They had a bongo drum and a Didgeridoo which created a nice relaxed atmosphere. One of the Canadians lived close to my home in Calgary.


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