The River City

Ah.....I've finally downloaded my pictures in my computer....can't wait to share them with you.

Brisbane is known as the River City or Brisvegas. It is divided in North Bank where the financial hub and gardens are located, and the South Bank with museums and art galleries galore. The first sight that struck me when I arrived was the array of purplish glazed morning glory trees ( I hope I am right about the plant) lining the streets. Very unique to this place, adding to the romantic setback.

I woke up really early and had my continental breakfast in the hotel. Then, armed with my fully-charged digital camera, I strolled down the streets towards Chinatown situated at the Fortitude Valley ( so-called due to the early settlements by immigrants before the Chinese became the sole occupants). Along the way, I was greeted by hordes of teenaged school girls in their blue conservative uniforms marching towards their dignified Christian missionary school ( All Hallows College) protected by a tall bricked wall of strength and support. I passed by a few cathedrals as well, admiring their ancient architecture and santity. Of course, there was always an Anzac Square in all corners of Australia commemorating their glorified heroes of World Wars I and II. The day was marred by paroxysmal episodes of rain lasting 30 minutes, followed by the shine and humidity. The Aussies would have welcomed this rainy season with open arms, having had their long course of dry weather and water rationing. For me, it was bearable as long as it did not pour cats and dogs.

Alas, I was too early when I reached Chinatown. All the shops were closed! At 8am! So I strolled down the Story Bridge where the highway was, soaking in the serenity of the Brisbane River on my right, the breeze stroking my face, and friendly joggers ( some good-looking dudes) greeting on the pathways. I wish that moment was eternity. Life was too good to be true, with such leisurely walk and ambience.

I reached the South Bank eventually, and was still too early for the Aussies. None of the galleries or museums were opened. Thus, another leisurely stroll along the river before crossing the Victoria Bridge back to the city.

The city was so strategically designed that I had to pass by the shopping areas whichever direction I had decided to go. And being a hardcore shopper, I could not resist the temptation every time I was exposed to it. So a quick window-shopping before heading back to Chinatown ( I never give up). Sigh....what a let-down there. Definitely nothing compared to the one at Sydney ( the best one is still in New York). The food was too salty and the shops pathetic. The only consolation was that I managed to get hold of some Chinese cookies before embarking back to the happening shopping complexes.

So more retail therapies.....felt guilty, so had a quick glance at the City Botanical Gardens and Parliament House at North Bank.....then back to retail therapy again......

Finally made my way back to the hotel when my legs could not hold anymore and my pocket emptying like the running river. Yes, just in time for my favourite CSI series on TV. Cool day!