So we are treading water in Bundaberg. More than enough time to recharge our batteries and restock the fridge.
I drove down to Brisbane Airport to pick up two aunts who had flown in to give my mum a surprise visit. Aunts and luggage in the trusted suzuki, we headed off to Lowood to my unsuspecting mother's house. She had no idea we were coming, so as we rang the Avon door bell, she didn't suspect a thing. Mum being blind couldn't recognise the three figures in front of her until they spoke. It was a lovely reunion of the sisters. Low and behold, she didn't recognise me at all.
The main part of my visit, was to lend Aunty Gilly and Aunty Barbara our car for their month's stay in "Lowood". On the Saturday, we took everyone, except Mum, on a cruise up the river on the City Cat on the Brisbane River, eventually disembarking at South Bank.
Jo and I have been away from Brisbane approximately nine years, and how the place has changed. South Bank was a buzz with markets, pubs overflowing and the eateries packed. No sane man would walk past the Charming Squire without stopping for a pint or two or three. I take my hat off to the James Squire Brewery. They have got it exactly right. My only criticism is they may have gone overboard with the variety of excellent brews. Real Ale has become a game changer in the beer markets. Even the Plough Inn had a great selection of beers including Fat Yak, Lazy Yak and Wild Yak.
So with a gut full of hops, I was dropped off at Brisbane Airport for my flight back to Bundaberg and to confirm my deliberations about the beers, I was offered XXXX Gold or water on the plane. Guess what I drank. Both in 250 ml receptacles.
Back in Bundy, I was met by my dog wagging her tail and Rusti gave me a big kiss.