Brisbane Day One

After Cairns, I flew to Brisbane.

I flew Virgin Australia and while I may not like Richard Branson all that much, I do like his airline. It is a lot like WestJet in service quality and for entertainment, they have an app for your phone/tablet that connects to inflight wireless and lets you watch from an excellent selection of movies and tv shows. The flight was just long enough for two episodes of Go On (RIP) and part of the Liberace movie that was on HBO. Good on you, Virgin Australia.

For my birthday, I decided to spend some time in a hotel instead of a hostel or Airbnb. What an excellent idea. I stayed at Diamant Brisbane and it was phenomenal.

 The room had a Juliet balcony and one of the best beds I have ever slept on. James agreed.

We wandered around a lot. Brisbane is a very walkable city.

 

Brisbane is the capital of Queensland. Once again, I attempted a tour of the building (still unsure what they call it here). Once again, I was thwarted.

These are the men who thwarted my plan. They were at least friendly about it and offered to take a picture with James. One of their colleagues was passing by and said that their job was so rough it must be hard to bear.

 Palm tree in the City Botanical Garden. I realized there were no pictures of this sort yet and needed to rectify that.

 I'm not one to mess with tradition. James and Queen Victoria.

It is hot as fuck in Brisbane. Easily 30 degrees and I never seem to be walking in the shade. As a result, I have pretty badly sunburned shoulders despite all the SPF I am applying every couple of hours. Ouch. Turns out I might not be joking about bringing back skin cancer as a souvenir.

Next: Birthday!