A 30 mile beach is an amazing thing and it does give magnificent views up and down it but a) it means every part of it is very empty and b) there is nothing to break up the winds rolling in from the South; so despite the sun they had very little to look (shurely oggle? – ed) at and found themselves being eroded again by the fine sand in the wind.
A display of typical British pluck kept them going through an hour of this but by then they were all thoroughly hacked off. Boris and our subject suggested another trip to Wet and Wild but Nigel was having none of it so they decided to go and explore the culture of Brisbane.
Never ever rely on a sat-nav system to find you “culture”. The splendid device they were relying on took them to the Museum of Contemporary Art apparently; sadly whilst the address was certainly real the Museum was not.
Falling back on that old traditional technology of the guide book they decided to visit the Museum of Queensland on the basis that it probably existed. It certainly did and it was not quite as post-modern as the Museum of Sydney but lacking a stuffed crocodile (a plastic crocodile is no replacement)
it was not as good as the Museum of Australia.The culture done off they went to the airport. Again over-reliance on sat-nav is a dangerous thing but eventually they did manage to actually make it to find their flight was a) 30 minutes later than they thought it was and b) delayed as well; hurrah.
Boris volunteered that the taxi queue at Sydney airport could be horrendous in peak hours and so normally he would book a car but that it would be all right as they would not be getting in at peak hours. All the rules of good narrative therefore dictate that the queue was horrific and they had to get the train and the ferry and we are pleased to report that the rules were not broken.
The less said about trying to check into their hotel at midnight the better although the discovery that they had been booked into a double and not a twin was quite sour.
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