Into Brisbane

Leaving Colbar early, we were hoping to make Toowoomba by nightfall. It didn’t turn out that way; we didn’t want to have the same experience as the previous night, so we decided to spend the night in St George. It had been over one year since I last left Queensland. It felt good to be back. A part of me belonged there, and felt at home.

Speed camera sign on the border of Queensland and NSW (facing NSW)

The back of the sign lets the sunlight through the bullet holes

Along the way we saw a fair few emus. One of which was content running in front of the car, allowing my mum to snap a couple of nice shots.

Emus

Road runner

In Toowoomba we ate some of my favourite fries in the town’s top fish & chips shop, The Lazy Fisherman. Chips are prepared with home made spicy batter—allowing them to turn nice and crunchy. I used to enjoy them on my regular Toowoomba visits, so it was nice to do so again.

Leaving town we felt a wobble while driving at low speeds. We thought it best to get it checked out by tire specialists. Jokingly we observed nobody would want to look at the car because of the lingering smell from the rotting roo carcass we hit two days earlier. The smell turned out to be less of a worry than our tires: we were told that two tires had started to separate and could blow at any moment. Replacing them took longer than expected, and we were starting to be concerned about possibly missing the last ferry to Stradbroke Island, our next stop.

We came into Brisbane fairly late in the afternoon. After a lot of running around, we decided we could no longer make the ferry. Instead, we spent the rest of the day appreciating Brisbane’s skyline and eating good food in the Valley.

Brisbane skyline

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