We should quickly fill you in on the past week, which saw us narrowly avoid getting rained out of our little tent in a campsite in Coffs Harbour (not a very nice place, wouldn't go back). After that we moved on up to Byron Bay, where we spent 5 days dodging hippies and surfers, but not, unfortunately, their boards - Ben got totally clocked on the head within about 1 minute of setting foot in the surf on Main Beach. Despite this minor injury, we really liked Byron Bay - kinda like a surf version of a ski village, and very nice to get back to civilization after the bogantastic campsites we had been in before. We particularly enjoyed the Railway Friendly Bar with its Coopers beer on tap and excellent pub grub served from a miniature kitchen. Well done!
We arrived in Brisbane by bus (yep, the glamour never ends) on Sunday night and were picked up by Stu and Debs (Deb's Uncle and Aunt).
The next morning Debs escorted us into Brisbane via the City Cat (the best way to catch your first glimpses of the city) and we shot off for our travel doctors appointment and stocked up on drugs for the SE Asia leg (Doxycycline for malaria, drugs for Debs' infected mozzie bites, antibiotics, anti mozzie spray, etc). Here's the two Debs', windswept on the Cat:
We wound up with a pizza festival back at the house. Entertainment was provided by a trio of teenage boys endlessly talking rubbish - extremely amusing.
Today we're off to catch the Andy Warhol ("Warhol, like hols") exhibition in the centre, and tomorrow we zoom off on a little 2-day trip up to Fraser Island. Keep us in your prayers ;-)
Ben and Debs
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