After a lazy day on the Beach we were up for a little excitement, so we got cleaned up and walked into town looking to find ourselves a few cocktails and a bit of music.
Unfortunately we forgot where we were and at 1900 hrs the only place that had any customers was the pizza shop with a crowd of backpackers sat outside eating Pizza and drinking their own drinks. Everywhere else was closed down. So by 1930 we were home clutching a bottle or two of local Bubbly.
We cooked some steaks and the now familiar jacket spud on the grill rather than venture out to the BBQ pits which are in total darkness.
The camp site behind us was battened down tight, there wasn’t a person to be seen, no music, no lights, in fact, nothing to suggest there was any from of life.
It gets light very early here and people are up and about, walking dogs, jogging and the like at 0500. So it’s not really surprising that after a full day of activities (surfing, fishing, cycling and canoeing are all popular) people eat early and then shut up shop.
So Jaki was up early this morning ( or she spent the whole night on the patio which is where I left her last night) researching accommodation in Brisbane but because it’s the first test against England, accommodation is very expensive and hard to find.
Eventually we found a self catering apartment in Spring Hill just north of the river and within striking distance of the Gabba.
The next task was to get our hands on tickets and we decided Sunday would be best day.
Ticketmaster sell the tickets on behalf of the Gabba so we went on line, found the seats we wanted, entered out details and tried to pay. Sadly, the web site assumed we lived in Australia and no matter what we did we couldn’t get it to accept that we were here in OZ but the billing address for the credit card was in the UK.
After several hours of frustration we came up with a plan B.
We drove up to the local Library and used the computers there which are free of charge and available to anyone without having to complete any of the bureaucratic paperwork that has been demanded everywhere else. Within minutes we had secured two premium tickets and printed them out. We did have a funny five minutes when we were asked to put some jumbled up letters into a box as part of the security system. We were asked to type Titoff which made us corpse.
After securing the tickets we went out of town to the Fresh fish Shop and bought some Banana Prawns and 4 Mackerel steaks for tonight. However, our winning streak came to an end at the bank when they couldn’t let us have any cash as they didn’t recognise my Debit card.
So another lazy afternoon on the beach was punctuated by quick trips back to the villa to catch up on the cricket scores.
We are hoping it won’t be all over before Sunday.