Well, despite what we had heard (Cheers Jim) Brisbane turned out to be amazing. It's the anti Sydney in lots of ways - really quiet with loads of great bars and restaurants & markets and shops.
Sandra used her uncanny unconcious internet booking skills to find a hotel that was over the road from a fetish shop where you could dress up like one of the Village People for only $59.99 - bargain. The area is called Fortitude Valley and it is about 20 minutes walk from Brisbane's CBD; it's fair to say it's rum old place. Here is an example: last night we went to a bar and a bloke got glassed in the head. There was blood all over him; one of the bar staff ambles over and casual as you like starts bandaging his head like pudsey bear the whole time laughing and joking. Then the fella and his mates carried on drinking at the bar while the bandage filled up with blood. The police station was only six doors down the street and they didn't think the incident warranted a visit. In fact, the only thing that changed after the glassing that the blokes there changed their drinks from lager to red wine. Insane.
Musical Fact: The Valley is where the legendary Go-Betweens come from and also the less than legendary Keith Urban & Savage Garden.
We also went to the supurb art gallery - see above and were also appalled to see the Big Issue sellers here can't even be arsed to stand up to beg and even bring chairs out with them. We even saw one today who had a drink from Starbucks. They are not even trying.
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