Swimming in Gordons Bay
He dropped by the Radisson on Liverpool, and we exchanged secret gang signs under the whir of an overhead monorail.
After grabbing some Chinese dimsum that was delicious but barely tolerable by my then alchohol weakened stomach (my last night in Brisbane was intense), and following that up with a refreshing honey milk tea, I started to slowly regain my strength. With the colour returing to my face, we hopped into his Falcon and headed down Anzac Parade to Alison Road, final destination: Gordons Bay.Once I was out in the water, I felt amazing. I also realized how incredibly lucky people are in Australia's coastal cities to be able to access nature this way.
With work out of the way, we checked out the local pubs until 2am, picked up his girlfriend, and then set out for Kings Cross. A requisite of hitting "the Cross" is indulging in the vice supplied everywhere, and indulge we did until 3:30am.
When I got back to my suite, I had 2 hours of sleep to look forward to before checking out of the hotel and checking in at the Sydney International Terminal to start my multi-day journey. Actually with the time zone magic involved in crossing the date-line, my trip back consisted of only one day (Sunday) but easily consumed more than 32 hours. Take that Jack!Cibbuano's take on the day can be found here.
Labels: Australia, business trip, Sydney


5 Comments:
Well put! Bravo. Looks like paradise!
great picture!
Hope you had fun, and if you come back, we'll have a much less-frenzied day out...
Quite the trip you had this time. Brisbane, Surfers Paradise, Sydney with Cibby.
Sounds awesome. Welcome back to the frozen north.
Sounds like you had a good time, man.
The ol' Canada to Australia crossover is brutal though. Course, flying almost anywhere else in the world is a peice of cake in comparison.
Collect those passport stamps!
Sounds like this trip had a better ending than the beginning. Well done, raise the bar! no no no that's "where's the bar ..." Keep having fun.
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