In no order of preference....
This was a picture taken... tadaa... on the plane. (duh!) I loved it for its stark contrast against the gloomy weather of Melbourne. It was nice to see sunshine for once, even though it was only seeing and not feeling it yet.
I have always loved photos taken from the small little window of the airplane. Seeing all the little people outside reminds me that I am only a tiny little brushstroke in this huge painting. Reminds me that I am not the painter, only the paintee.
Hah. The look on Ian's face... Heh. Apologies for the bad photography cause I wasn't really tall enough to take the picture from a higher point of view so that you can actually tell that it is no ordinary fedora he was wearing. That was actually the sorting hat!!! Yups from Harry Potter. We went to Movie World and there was actually a Harry Potter Shop!!! Jealous yet? You minions!
Back to the topic of the all important sorting, it was determined from his calculations that he is from Hufflepuff and that I am from Slytherine... So just to remind all u ignorant people who were not physically there at our sorting. I do have some evil blood in me. Although I am quite sure that it would not come as a surprise to most of you.
Another Movie World Picture. That is me squashed into a small little tweety bird cage. This is the first ride that we both ever took at the place and it was one of those small little kiddy rides. It was embarrassing and hilarious twirling around in the tiny little things and being part of some kid's childhood video tape. See that family of 3 in the background. I swear they were snickering at us throughout the full 5 minutes of twirling action but nobody cares! Cause we are on vacation and we don't have a care in the world!!!We took many other kiddy rides, like the kids roller coaster. That was scary. I swear that we were pale after that short jostle in the tiny cars. But the best ride, and I mean best in terms of shock factor and fun factor had to be the Scooby Doo ride.
Bear with me while I babble on... and on...
Both Ian and I were a little pale (as said) and we wanted something safe and silly. And tadaa... the Scooby Doo Haunted House was just there. I mean we honestly thought that it was a kiddy walk through ghost house that will have skeletons jumping out of obscure places and giggly droopy masks at every junction. But NOOOO.... it was a hoax. I tell you... a HOAX.
You get into cars on tracks and get taken on a short ride. It was funny and I was screaming at every turn because it was fun to scream. And every time the car slowed down, that dog will appear and intoned in a low and sinister voice, 'Hehhee... Scooby Doo.... Where are you???' Or something like that. I cannot really remember anymore, I have the brain of a bird.
My bird brain is of no interest. The interesting part was.... the car or carriage came to a sudden stop and started to rise like 3 floor levels. Wow.. we didn't know that that would happen... I mean I didn't even know that it was possible. And while we sat in the car and in the dark, I begin to even think that there was some malfunction going on because we were stuck there for what feels like eternity.
And then WHOOSH. the car went over backwards like a roller coaster... my heart misplaced its' rhythm. And then another whooshing event and I misplaced my heart, the organ. Then I looked down and to my horror... All I could make out in the disco-ish darkness was S-shape tracks.
Not one S shape... nor two... it was like so many Ss that it was just one long squiggly pen mark some errant teenage kid left behind at the pen testing counter.
Then as you can imagine, me the wuss and my dearest companion, the accomplice wuss screamed at every curve of the Ss as the car raced at full speed. And to this day, I swear, if condom were invented to contain screams, we both can single-handedly put Durex in business for at least 5 years in that 5 minutes of screaming.
Writing about it might give me sleepless nights. I better end off with something nice.
The last and 4th picture for tonight.
We stayed at the Conrad and while we were there 4 dude and dudettes from the UK had a show. Abbamania in case you couldn't see from the picture. It was a great show that we caught at the Conrad Jupiters. They sang and danced to Abba hits. And although they missed some of the key songs that I really wanted to hear, I have to admit I enjoyed it.
The atmosphere was crazy! And it had people standing and dancing for a large chunk of the performance. Us included.
Too bad no one will ever see me move in that spastic retro way again. It was a one night only kind of thing.
Aww... talking about Brisbane makes me want to be there again. At least I don't feel so warm and sticky.
All. The. Time.
Grr... the heat!
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