This, I could do.

Friday was my first taste of canal-living in Australia. Nadya and Peter, friends from work, invited me to their house in Birkdale on Friday evening for a cruise in their boat, which is moored up in front/back of their house in a "canal community." They can see the open ocean (Moreton Bay at least) from their dock, so it was mere minutes before we on the open water... We went for a quick burn, then toured the canals to look at other boats and the houses. And then back to their place for an Aussie bbq on the patio, what else? After 3 bottles of champers, 2 of wine, and a few beers they put me on the train for the trip back to the city. Thanks to them for having me... In fact it was so good I think I'm going back on Sunday to go out in the bay for a 3 hour tour, yes, a 3 hour tour... Nads & Peet:
Me and "the boys" on the front deck:GPS sort of takes the danger and intrigue out of ocean navigation...
Crabbing at low tide in the bay:Early Saturday morning I headed to Goldie for a round of golf, then checked into my sketchy hotel in Surfer's Paradise. It was the cheapest accommodations I could find for one night... But it served the purpose, which was a place to crash after Ed & Kate's engagement party. That started in the afternoon in the Currumbin Valley at Kate's (and soon to be Ed's) grandparents'. After many-a Pimms we piled in a taxi-van and headed to a few hotspots in Surfer's.
Sunday was spent brunching and lounging by the pool... I'm going to miss this place.