my final destination before heading back to melbourne where reality is waiting for me. perhaps i will get lost on my way?
16 days. i’ve seen a lot and met some fascinating (and interesting) people. it’s been part peaceful and part party. two weeks isn’t necessarily a long time but when you are seeking clarity and trying to put space between you and the noise – it feels like eternity.
driving into brisbane there wasn’t anything immediately special about i. for being the third largest city in australia it has the layout of a city like ottawa minus the ladnscape of parliament hill. but it was the people that made this city impressionable. in one evening i met the state’s largest wholesaler of dragonfruit, was picked up by a couple of swingers and went head to head with an aussie wrestling fan and a few other scandulous incidents that well are just better left unpublished.
what was meant to be an afterwork drink with a friend’s friend evolved into a club 54 style fiasco on the brunswick street mall. i woke up the next mroning in laughter asking myself “did that all seriously happen?” i was forwarned that brisbane is a ‘colourful’ place.