We arrived in a flash after 12 hours on the greyhound bus...
It was awesome, like being sprayed in the eyes with Sulphuric Acid and stabbed in the primordial blow pipe with a slimy sheesh kebab. No, no, no...not real, just sillyness, sounded like a great opening line though.
We booked into the Ibis hotel at 135 / 125 AUD a night and then went on a mad one around town collecting info on brisbane. Went back to the hotel, Chep crashed then so did I. Two hours later we awoke had tea then crashed again - day one dusted!
Now at this point you see that I could go into detail on day two, three ...67 and so on but no not I - why would I give you all useful info thats not my job - I'm here to make you realise the madness of what is really happening here - midlife crises' at 26!
*Ahem* - First bombshell - Brisbane has no beaches - Queue family fortune wrong answer noise. FWAK!!!! What the hell? How did we miss that? "Sure lets cruise down to the wet lands and roll around in mud" - cool bring on the swedish chicks and you'll have a hit american tv show - buts thats just not life is it guys!
Second bombshell - we feel were in the wrong place - Queue family fortune wrong answer noise. BJOING!!!! Really not that surprising considering point one and the fact we have spent two days scouring for potential rental locations. Nothing makes the Gut instinct monster stop its blood curdling screams. What can we do - book hotel and flights to Adelaide thats what - credit card hit - now were off...
No thanks Brisbane, you can take your potential american tv show "Naked Swedish Chicks - Aussie Wetlands Special" and broadcast it into you own ass! Adelaide here we come....
Note: Apologies for the profuse use of vulgarities used throughout but for gods sake, this isnt playschool this is credit card bending mistakes at an international level - the rant will subside in about 3 days, whereby normal blog entries will resume. Ouch!
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