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"Dirty dancing", busking, city, hop on hop off, Marriott hotel, pool, room service, sauna, south bank, spa, sushi, train
Here is the real version of our stay in Brisbane as experienced by my granddaughter, TRT.
Trees and buildings melded together, framed by the window of the train. Zipping through small towns and farmland on our way to Brisbane, I was excited for the journey ahead. My lovely grandmother, Nanny Meg, had decided to take us on a little adventure into the big city for the night. Living on the beautiful, yet uneventful, Tamborine Mountain, this trip was beyond luxury. The buildings now looming above us and the bite of the cold in the city canyons added to the adrenaline as we tried to locate our hotel. Soon enough the Marriott towered over us. Feeling tiny compared to the sheer size of the building we staggered in, suitcase weighing us down, looking like rugged cavemen. My brother and I waited in anticipation as the elevator began rising. And rising and rising and rising. WE WERE ON THE 23rd FLOOR!!!! After making ourselves at home we made our way to lunch at a cute little Japanese restaurant in South Bank.
Stomachs full to the brim with sushi, we waddled past the buskers of South Bank to the Lyric theatre, overflowing with people in lines and taking photos with cardboard cut outs of the stars from 'Dirty dancing'. We managed to squeeze our way through the crowd. A narrow corridor gradually opened up into a huge room with row by row of seats and a large stage dominating the front. Taking our seats on the first balcony, middle row, we fidgeted until the lights began dimming. Music flooded our ears and lights crowded our visions and the show began. I walked out of the show mesmerised by the magnificent movie that I had just watched come to life on stage. The well-known film, 'Dirty Dancing', had just been performed by amazing actors, singers and dancers and I had had the privilege to watch it with my lovely Nanny Meg and little brother.
We retreated to our five star resort where the spa, sauna and pool awaited us on the fourth floor. Deciding to retire for the night we ordered room service (yes I said room service, like when the posh men come to your door carrying a tray of goodness like in american movies) and a movie. Stuffing our faces we practically passed out in our luscious white sheets and soft beds overlooking the city lights. The all-you-can-eat buffet was our next phase of action for the morning. The eating seemed to never end as we inhaled everything edible in sight. Slothed out on our chairs, rubbing the large food baby in our stomachs, Nanny Meg informed us on the next phase of our stay. HOP ON HOP OFF BUS. A tour around Brisbane seemed the perfect idea considering our current state.
Unable to walk from the overdose of food, we lounged on the top floor of the double decked tour bus digesting not only our breakfast but our surroundings. The beautiful, old buildings were described to us by the pair of earphones plugged into the bus, our minds being filled with the history of Brisbane and the story behind each building. We soon made our way home by train, the Coomera station piecing itself together in the distance.
THANK YOU NANNY MEG FOR THIS MARVELLOUS EXPERIENCE. I ENJOYED MYSELF IMMENSELY AND IT WAS ONE OF THE BEST EXPERIENCES OF MY LIFE. I REALLY APPRECIATE THE INTENSE PLANNING OF PHASES YOU WENT THROUGH TO MAKE THIS TRIP ENJOYABLE FOR YOUR !!!FAVOURITE!!! GRANDCHILDREN (better than the Polish children)
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Beautiful account of your day out with Nanny Meg TRT, that certainly ‘shows’ as much as it tells! You are indeed fortunate to have such an awesome grandmama.
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I have known and loved Nanny Meg since we were younger than you are TRT. Now it is nice to know you. Thanks for sharing your fantastic time in Brisbane with Nanny Meg’s friends.
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It was my pleasure. Nanny meg has told me about you and your long relationship. You guys are VERY lucky to still have each other after so many years. I currently have two friends that I have known since grade one (although they used to be my enemies up until grade 5).
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You might be very surprised that in third class (year 3) I considered Nanny Meg to be anything but a friend. She was just too clever for most of us and worst of all was picked by the teacher to give the class mental arithmetic exercises. In according her such a “privilege” the teacher did her no favours. But then Nanny Meg and I discovered a mutual love of the Enid Blyton Magazine and a dislike of folk dancing with boys from the adjoining boys’ primary school. So it was that by both pleading the excuse of “a sore foot” we were miraculously allowed to sit in the sun reading the Enid Blyton Magazine and our lifelong friendship was cemented.
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TRT you are so lucky to have a grandmother like Nanny Meg, she is awesome. What a fantastic trip you had, I know you’ll never forget it. Thanks for sharing your version, I can see you’ve inherited Meg’s writing talent β€
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I may have inherited her writing skills but I also inherited her organisation OCD traits, which is a curse. But I am so very grateful to have such a beautiful Grandmama. She is quite a catch
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Splendid account TRT. ‘Slothed out’ – a great expression.
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Thank You. I’m not sure if I made that expression up or not but it suited the situation so I went for it. Nanny meg told me to be proud that you commented as she described you as a marvellous writer that had a way with words. I am flattered
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Just keep writing. You have a natural flow and a distinctive voice – both essential qualities of a good writer π
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I love the excitement turned into words…you certainly had fun!
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I had quite a fabulous time even though my brother was annoying me every step of the way. If the Marriott had windows that opened I would have thrown him off the top floor hahah. I’m joking, I was nice to him for the sake of nanny meg
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Oh this is so excellent. I can feel your bubbling joy of this adventure. Nanny Meg had all the phases perfectly organised and you made the most of every minute. I love how you “inhaled everything edible, then rubbed your food baby tummy” you have a delightful way of painting pictures in my mind with your words. I hope you can continue to add the occasional post for us to share your Tambourine world…
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My English teacher seems to feel the exact opposite of my writing skills. Apparently I am bad at portraying an image and, I quote “need to show, not tell”. So I am quite delighted to hear your comments. Nanny meg lives a long way away from me so this is probably the only post I will ever do unfortunately. Maybe I should start my own blog hahaha and all I would write about is what assignment I have for schools cause that is all my life revolves around at the moment
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Thanks for your reply TRT. Maybe the English teacher doesn’t give you a subject to write about that inspires you like the trip with Nanny Meg. Blogging can wait for you to finish school…
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