Kent and Louis were delightfully trapped in Brisbane for 10 days. There we saw the sites, crossed the Story Bridge on foot, took the CityCat ferry along the river, went to see a few movies and got into nightclubs. The thing is that we do not have proper nightclub shoes and the bouncers are very strict in Brizzie. Louis has black running shoes and Kent has old beat-up hiking boots with ax-holes in them. We were, accordingly, refused entry. But then our friend Rosie bumped into a friend who said he had a pair for us. So we walked over to his car, parked near a bar where he was playing a gig that night. But how can two men gain entrance to one club with one pair of shoes? Answer: with an sneaky bold accomplice! Kent stashed his shoes under a street bench in some shrubs on the busy street and put on the nice pair. He went in with Rosie as I waited around the corner. Now the tough part. She came out with the good shoes tucked under her jacket behind her as Kent waited inside, shoeless. Louis took the shoes from Rosie and put his own under her jacket and gave her a few minutes to get back in before walking up (or rocked up as they say here). Success! We pulled the old switcheroo inside and high-fived. Leaving the place Kent went back to the bench and surprised onlookers when he pulled out boots from behind the bench and walked away with them hanging from the laces on his shoulder.
Subo was subject to the mechanic's whims for fully 4 days. We cruised around Brisbane in our new white chariot, hyundo. With a little luck and much stress, subo was registered under my name on monday evening at 4:45. She then made it back to the mechanic for a last minute CV shaft replacement in the dark. She's been in perfect health since, and is excitedly waiting for us 4 stories underground a couple blocks away.
We're making a shorter stay in this wretched hive of scum and villainy known as Sydney. We've exhausted this resource: Lord Nelson pub, ferry to Manly, Natural history museum, Redoak pub, a bunch of other pubs, etc... Kent managed to shock Louis with a high-five from the DJ's stage at the pub last night, he was happily dancing away up there. King's Cross has been a great nook to discover, and an absolute highlight is a small Indian place on the main drag which has reinvented the kebab, using naan, tandouri chicken and some butter chicken sauce. Absolutely brilliant, especially since it seems to be open as long as it's dark out. We thank you Sydney for food, and we will sing songs of your greatness back in Perth and make Perth feel bad. Then we'll tell Perth it's alright, there's still time to grow, and the Swan River is unbeatable.
Subo was subject to the mechanic's whims for fully 4 days. We cruised around Brisbane in our new white chariot, hyundo. With a little luck and much stress, subo was registered under my name on monday evening at 4:45. She then made it back to the mechanic for a last minute CV shaft replacement in the dark. She's been in perfect health since, and is excitedly waiting for us 4 stories underground a couple blocks away.
We're making a shorter stay in this wretched hive of scum and villainy known as Sydney. We've exhausted this resource: Lord Nelson pub, ferry to Manly, Natural history museum, Redoak pub, a bunch of other pubs, etc... Kent managed to shock Louis with a high-five from the DJ's stage at the pub last night, he was happily dancing away up there. King's Cross has been a great nook to discover, and an absolute highlight is a small Indian place on the main drag which has reinvented the kebab, using naan, tandouri chicken and some butter chicken sauce. Absolutely brilliant, especially since it seems to be open as long as it's dark out. We thank you Sydney for food, and we will sing songs of your greatness back in Perth and make Perth feel bad. Then we'll tell Perth it's alright, there's still time to grow, and the Swan River is unbeatable.
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