"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)