Our trip to Uluru – Ayers Rock, had been a wonderful diversion from the modern – upon which so much of Australia is based. If you imagine the lower-right quadrant of a circle, our plans placed Urulu at the centre of an arc which began at Adelaide and swung clockwise (Eastward, then North) to Melbourne, Brisbane, Hervy Bay and then on to our final destination – the 125 kilometre-long Fraser Island.
Brisbane was the next destination on our ‘experience’ tour – something Medi, our daughter-in-law, had constructed in order to give us a flavour of several different parts of Australia in the limited time we (and they) had available.
From Urulu, we had to fly back to Sydney airport to make the connection to Brisbane. For the second time in the trip we looked out of the windows on what is clearly a spectacular city without being able…
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