Brisbane, King George Square

Someday I’d wish to be a true backpacker in Brisbane;
just my haversack & laptop for a couple of weeks.
Too many amazing streets to stroll along, colors and sights to see,
vintage buildings to admire, and entertaining buskers to applaud.
Liberal-minded people to talk to and be impressed by.
Talents abound and magic to be discovered.

Pictorial Walk-through…of BRISBANE!!
Because I literally went everywhere on foot.

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Queer little creature encountered on the pavement of Queen Street Mall.
Anyone knows what it is? Pelican?  photo DSCN1647.jpg

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Albert Lane. Loads of teenagers and the younger set in this district. photo DSCN1651.jpg

Look what I found!
A little piece of home in a foreign land!
Am always fascinated by foodcourts that offer ‘Singaporean Cuisine’  photo DSCN1654.jpg

I have to check books out in every single country. It’s a no-go action. photo DSCN1655.jpg

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For many reasons, I’m so thankful this came out blurred.
Firstly I was out gallivanting alone right after a much-needed sleep.
This bunch of men came up to ask for a photo, as if they’ve never seen Asians in their land.
So they took this shot with my camera as well as this person’s phone.
I was so afraid they were gonna run away with my digicam.
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This building is too pretty I had to post twice,
in 2 different light settings. photo DSCN1709.jpg

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Coffee and dance;
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Raunchy extreme circus with some porn and nudity, which a LOT of people were queueing up for photo DSCN1717.jpg

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Quaint shopping mall which I happened to stumble upon along Queen Street. photo DSCN1726.jpg

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A Colonel’s suit, probably one that has sailed the seven seas. photo DSCN1729.jpg

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AMAZING BUSKERS!! I met a magician that day which amazed the hell out of me.
This band, PLUDO, were just as entertaining.
Will be uploading videos of them soon! They have their own CDs and gigs,
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My take-home drystores and snacks.
I was up till late writing that night at Pullman Brisbane King George Street,
and barely slept although the hotel bed was, as always, incredibly comfortable. photo DSCN1746.jpg

Brisbane was incredible. I’ll be back soon enough.
Just landed Taipei…
And next up, Copenhagen!!!
I’m quite tired to be very frank, but the adrenaline sets in whenever I touch down on somewhere new.
Where’s the sense of adventure if you’re out there and not exploring??

ladies in hats and pink poodles

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“The next night I went back to the sea dressed in 1950s silk travel scarves –
Paris with the Eiffel tower and ladies in hats and pink poodles,
Venice with bronze horses and gondoliers,
New York in celestial blue and silver.
I brought candles and lit the candles, all the candles,
in a circle around the lifeguard stand and put a tape in my boom box.
I came down the ramp with the sea lapping at my feet and the air like a scarf of warm silk
and the stars like my tiara.

And my angel was sitting there solemnly in the sand, sitting cross-legged like a buddha,
with sand freckling his brown limbs and he watched me the way no boy had ever watched me before,
with so much tenderness and also a tremendous sorrow,
which was what my dances were about just as much,
the sorrow of not being loved the way my womb, rocking emptily inside of me,
insisted I be loved,
the sorrow of never finding the thing I had been searching for.”

― Francesca Lia Block, Echo