We stopped at Bulimba for lunch. We stepped off the ferry & wondered whether mum had given us a bum steer. I called her to find out how to get to the cafe' district. Our instincts proved to be correct in the end but we could so easily have ended in a very frustrating walk in the wrong direction. As it turned out we were headed in the right direction & managed to find a cafe/pub that served excellent food for a very reasonable price. We were well impressed. Brisbane has come a long way from the sleepy big town that I grew up in. Its a step in the right direction in my opinion. Brisbane always had the warm weather (too warm in summer for this little black duck) but now there's another level of interest.
After lunch we headed back to the ferry. This pelican was watching over proceedings.We stopped at South Bank briefly because one of the staff on the Cat had told us there were a couple of F-111s were doing a dry run at 2.30 for the Riverfire show the next night. It bought back memories of dad taking us to RAAF air shows at the Amberly air base when I was young. The whole see the plane then hear the noise seconds later thing. I tried with no success to take photos of these aging warplanes, but they were hooking it. All very exciting for me, and surprisingly, Kerri. My camera wouldn't focus quick enough to take the shot. More on the F-111s later.
We finally made it back to the Regatta stop & after a phone call to mum, dad came & found us at the bottle shop. After stocking up on "supplies", he gave us a lift back "Up the Hill" to their place (which used to be called home many a year ago).
