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A train up-to Cooroy and family

Well after a few more days of staying in Brisbane with my wonderful hostess Amanda, it was time to move on and visit my Aunty and Uncle who were staying in a sleepy little town called Cooroy.

Welcome to Cooroy

First impressions endure and my first and last memory was arriving at Cooroy train “Station” which could only be described and a shed next to the main line. ‘Where the hell have they brought me to?’ I thought.

cooroy train station

This is a streetview screenshot of cooroy train station

Greeted with a hug and a “this is it?” expression I was more than underwhelmed but all that was quickly dashed with the smiles and greetings of familiar faces.
The first few days were spent chilling out and getting to know my aunty and uncle as an adult, because the last time I was here was twenty years ago!
A few days pasted and we visited the “big smoke” which was Cooroy town (an IGA, a few banks and some *ahem* local shops for local people. All very league of gentleman-esk) and boy did it rain. Four days of rain, I was beginning to think that it was following me up the coast after the week of it I had in Sydney!
I didn’t realise that Noosaheads (Noosa) was near by, I’d read about this place in my Lonely Planet travel book. Young vibrant town, affluent residence, and beaches that are

craig ward on noosa beach

At the beach

amazing…well it didn’t disappoint and how could it, it was my first beach that I’d been to since coming here that I could relax and sunbathe and it was great! Just what the doctor ordered. An extortionate hot chocolate later and we headed back.

A week or so went by and I was planning my next move, but I was told that they’d be going back to stay with some people in Brisbane that I knew from when I was a kid. So, with my plans gladly on hold we made arrangements for me to stay in Cleveland.
Before then though, we met up with my uncles brother and his family, who had moved out to Australia some 4 years previous. We met them at a small amusement park called Aussie World (the Pleasure Beach would have nothing to worry about with this place) but I was more than happy with a few goes on the giant slide, log flume and a ride called ‘Red Back’ whilst my Aunty and a Uncle were preoccupied with their two nieces.

One of the last trips whilst I was there was probably my most anticipated outing, Australia Zoo. I’ve been wanting to go there for years and Steve Irwin was one person that I would’ve loved to have met. The zoo itself was very clean and extremely well run. The main show in the “Crocoseum” was spectacular and I was fortunate enough to see the rest of the Irwin family performing, all were in the main arena when the crocodiles where out! I remember thinking that Bindi (the daughter) reminded me a lot of her fathers TV personality and her genuine passion and enthusiasm for wildlife and conservation.
After a great day out, we made our way back to Brisbane.

Northbound to Brissy

The worst decision I was to make so far would soon be realised…a coach trip from Sydney to Brisbane. Some fifteen hours sat in this migrating tin can. It didn’t start well, all sat in my seat comfy and ready to go this young Chinese girls boarded and for the first few hours just wouldn’t shut up, this wasn’t too bad but the food they brought on board smelt foul. I was convinced that at I’d need to pick up a hazmat suit at the next stop!
I later found out that I could’ve flown up in a tenth of the time for nearly the same price.
I made it to Brisbane without incident, tbh I tried to sleep for most of it.
I met up with Raine and dropped my bags off at her office and explored the city. Brisbane seems like a relatively young city, the name Bris-Vegas does not seem deserved in the slightest. If I could use any adjective it would probably be “nice”, it’s not ostentatious or bombastic (certainly not what I’m used to with Blackpool) but its pleasant, unassuming…Nice.
I’ll let you decided whether or not thats a good thing (hint: it isn’t).
That night I went back to Raines’ house who she shared with two girlfriends.
The night was great, the city was hosting a winter in July themed area complete with log cabin styled stalls selling donuts, wurst and drinks a large tent selling alcohol, mulled mine and irish coffee & hot chocolate and to top it off an Ice rink 😀
Another day another walk around another City. Armed with my camera I decided to get some street-photography done, got a few shots but nothing great and still getting used to people’s reactions over here (still need to check on the legalities of that…)
I’d been told earlier that morning to expect a night out so I ironed a shirt and got my shoes ready. So after a day I walking I assumed that I’d be able to get back and get changed before my night out on the town…but no!
Got a call to say that I’ll be meeting them with what I have on which was a Superdry tshirt, jeans and Vans trainers. First club I tried to get into I knew that it’d be difficult so I just tried to breeze past them with all the confidence and bravado I could muster. To which I heard “no shoes, no shirt…you ain’t getting in here”
So we hit a few bars and waited for some more people to arrive. Eventually there were about eight of us and we moved on again to another bar where we got the best starter platter. The drinks flowed and I thought I was time for the tourist to step up.
“Eight shots of Sambuca please!” I wandered back to the table with my eight shots of drunken delight. There were one or two stunned looks of “WTF!” around the table but if I was going to have a night out in the city i was making sure that it was going to be a good one.