Brisbane

 After parting ways with Bianca, Fay and I are staying with Magan in the Queer district. Within the first little while we we're in our first protest for Occupy Brisbane, it was in the centre of the bank district. Over 50 tents, signs, speeches, the whole nine yards. We helped set up the kitchen for the campers and volunteers.


 The next day we went to the beach again. This beach is in the centre of the city, it's a man made beach with real sand. Soft white sand. ( that doesn't get overly warm because it's too fine ) The palm trees are real and there are large birds everywhere that get up close and personal, how personal that varies depending on how much food you have on you. The grass is like golf course grass in Canada. There's markets near the beach. Sushi here is two dollars a roll and tasty compared to Canadian sushi.


Magan took us over to another one of the shared houses like ours that had a resent tragedy happen. One of the roomates had passed away and to heal the shared houses thought it be easier on close family to just clean house and take care of her stuff, as sad as this was. It was interesting to see how wonderfully caring these people are to come together and heal. We dropped by to see the house and to our surprise everyone was painting and moving couches. Magan introduced us to all the other roomates, and gave us a tour of the house. Everyone was fixing something or being helpful in anyway possible. Everyone in the house was fantastic Anna, Ben's girlfriend lived there and we already got to meet her earlier, Fay and I were unfortunately not in the best shape that day because we partied late the night before and weren't much help for the house, it was nice to get to visit tho.


The next day was the Zombie walk, Australia has the world record for the most zombies. I personally have a fear of crowds and get anxiety if too many people get together in mops. Fay really wanted to go and dress up, Magan was cutting up old jeans before noon. I thought what the hell lets be apart of the record books. Magan made me put on a washable tattoo at the very least. Fay did her make up with tattoos and Magan went all out. There were 3,000, we got split up and the cops held the traffic off. Everyone shouted brains or screamed. People or should I say zombies would look for the photographers and run at us. Which made for fun shots but I was not entirely comfortable.




The next few days were spent shopping for new bikini's and setting up bank accounts. As much as we feel at home here in Brisbane we don't want to set down roots right yet. Even if this is home away from home.