I’ve sometimes wondered what it would be like to write like a “real” travel blogger. Who knows, I might immediately get offered perks like six free nights at the Paris Hilton – or not.
My friend John was recently quoted as saying “my phone doesn’t understand emojis, and neither do I”.
A short drive north from Surfers Paradise will land you right in the middle of theme parks with roller coasters, artificial wave pools and people dressed to look like movie stars. A short drive south, and you find yourself in part of the coast that time seems to have passed by – Burleigh Heads. We went south.
Our fortieth wedding anniversary has just dawned and Nanette has already posted something sweet and touching on Facebook. No worries, I can match that!
Have you ever chosen a place to eat based on the number of people at the tables?…..We pick one with a great view. “Sorry sir, do you have a reservation?”
It’s 8:27 AM. We’re sitting on a bench outside our hotel, talking with a guy from California. He’s been complaining that his wife tends to wander off without telling him, right before they have to go somewhere. We’ve all booked the train-gondola combo trip to Kuranda, including free bus pickup at 8:35 sharp.
It feels weird to board a plane without our passports.
We have one of those significant anniversaries coming up this weekend and want to celebrate in style. “How about lunch at McDonalds?” Frosty smile. “Or maybe a trip to Bunnings to check out some new power tools?” Still no reply. “Er, how about a short trip somewhere nice?” Bingo!