Tuesday, September 11, 2012

In Brisbane

No one checked my ID at the airport. No one. Should I be concerned about that?

The lady who checked my bag, the smiling security officer who saw my Canadian passport, the stewardess who took my ticket all said, "Going to Bris-Vegas, eh?"

"Bris-Vegas"?

When I asked a colleague what Brisbane is like they hesitated for a moment then said, forbodingly, "It's different."

Arrived at the hotel in Brisbane at 11pm last night. The hotel is circular and vintage 1940s. There's a tobacco rank to my room despite "no smoking" signs posted on every wall. The taps for the shower are outside the shower stall itself. Yes; outside. Will post a pic later.

Had meetings with Fredericton until 12:30.

But this morning is stunning. I look out over a park, see mountains in the background and can't wait to get to know this town a bit better. I hear there's a Koala sanctuary of some sort. Sounds intriguing. The Gold Coast also beckons.


 

1 comment:

  1. A Canadian friend of mine came over for a holiday in 2009.
    At Sydney airport he was greeted by "How're you going?"
    He was puzzled and replied "By plane....?"

    Welcome to Australia.

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