And quite possibly we left a little spirit of the bush in the Brisbane CBD.
The knowing smiles and nods from the locals as we nervously negotiated trains, traffic and hordes of suits heading for their cubicles made me grateful we wore our hats. They served as a warning to all who crossed our path ... Beware, we don't know where we're going, we walk slowly, our children are loud and inquisitive, we don't know where we're going, our children are loud.
This was a shopping day, we girls left the hats behind.
Our first train adventure from City Central to the Ekka resulted in a very efficient trainsperson over the loud speaker advising any persons travelling to the Ekka to please depart this train at the next stop and catch the "Ekka" to the Exhibition. Thank you Sir, we believe you're talking to us. Lucky we wore the hats.
We've had a wonderful time. Museum (unfortunately experiencing much refurbishment). Science Centre (amazing).
Norman Hotel (Brisbane's worst vegetarian restaurant) ... highly recommended to anybody either visiting or residing in the area.
And of course, there was shopping. Joined by our beloved bargain-hunting Aunty Kirsty.
And then we went to Australia Zoo as we started the northern trek,
because we didn't feel we'd walked quite enough.