Breakfast yesterday was at Picnic Point in Toowoomba, the place I must not miss according to last night's companions, it is the highest point for miles around and even that early in the morning there were people jogging, walking and even strumming guitars. The views towards the coast were worth the diversion.
I made the slow journey into Brisbane where I met my nephew Paul and his lovely wife Fa for the first time, we got on like a house on fire having so much in common such as motorcycles and disliking of political correctness. My visit was too short, this trip is turning into another reconnaissance.
Having talked to Paul for so long I was too late to get in to the campsite that I had booked, the booking staff had gone home and there was no one to issue a pass key, so I headed off for the coast and what a nightmare awaited me. It is obscene, wall to wall adventure parks and high rise hotels, I gave in after driving through this hell for what seemed like hours and checked into a cheap and cheerful hotel with down to earth friendly staff.
Today I will drive inland back to sanity for a while before heading towards Coffs Harbour which was a must see place recommended by Keira.
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