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Another update on my Brisbane antics...
Oct. 5th, 2008 04:06 pmYesterday I wandered in circles around Brisbane trying to find either breakfast or the Anglican cathedral. I had two doughnuts for breakfast and did half an hour's solid thesis work, and then eventually found St John's. My full and complete account of the awesomeness of St John's can be found here. It is a LOVELY building. Also, it was determined that I may not believe in God anymore but I do believe in cathedrals. Bloody religious architecture makin' me cry.
Having done that I wandered back to the river- checking out many other pretty churches along the way, including All Saints Anglican, the oldest church in Brisbane, and two very pretty Uniting Churches (St Andrew's looked like it had once been the Methodist cathedral, but don't quote me on that), and a cute whitewashed Presby. church.
Over the other side of the river I tried to go to the Southbank Markets but got kind of lost and then ran out of time. I think I was only about five minutes away when I gave up, but I had a nice lunch in a Greek taverna at the end of the Southbank Parklands, which looked out over the swimming pools and was perfectly lovely. And then I managed to catch a train back to Roma St, and a train to the airport with plenty of time, only to find that my plane was delayed by two and a bit hours due to half the air traffic controllers in Sydney calling in sick. Jetstar had sent me a text saying 'you don't have to check in until 4.30' but I didn't *get* the text because I had my phone off to conserve battery power. So I bought a book called 'I, Nigel Dorking', which is about Sir Nigel the Notorious, an eleven year old with an over-active vocabulary, a tin foil suit of armour, and no friends at all.
Having done that I wandered back to the river- checking out many other pretty churches along the way, including All Saints Anglican, the oldest church in Brisbane, and two very pretty Uniting Churches (St Andrew's looked like it had once been the Methodist cathedral, but don't quote me on that), and a cute whitewashed Presby. church.
Over the other side of the river I tried to go to the Southbank Markets but got kind of lost and then ran out of time. I think I was only about five minutes away when I gave up, but I had a nice lunch in a Greek taverna at the end of the Southbank Parklands, which looked out over the swimming pools and was perfectly lovely. And then I managed to catch a train back to Roma St, and a train to the airport with plenty of time, only to find that my plane was delayed by two and a bit hours due to half the air traffic controllers in Sydney calling in sick. Jetstar had sent me a text saying 'you don't have to check in until 4.30' but I didn't *get* the text because I had my phone off to conserve battery power. So I bought a book called 'I, Nigel Dorking', which is about Sir Nigel the Notorious, an eleven year old with an over-active vocabulary, a tin foil suit of armour, and no friends at all.