no rips in jeans!

bananas and fruit dogs
at the brisbane airport there are fruit dogs. greta was stopped by one when passing through the customs and a lingering smell of banana from her bag reached its pretty little beagle nose. she was let through as soon as she clarified that she had already enjoyed her banana on the flight hours ago. bringing bananas and other fruit into australia is a big no no. therefore they use fruit dogs. they come in different shapes and flavors.

oh holy night!
we were thirsty, so we took a ride into downtown brisbane. only to find the complete city switched off. all restaurants, pubs and bars were closed, no lights in the windows and random kids were hanging around in the streets waiting for the clubs to reopen after midnight, when xmas day turned in to boxing day. we made it our quest for the night to find a place where we could enjoy one or two schooners of the local brew. we were successful, even though it certainly didn't look promising at first. hours later, when approaching the casino for a night cap we were denied entry by the doorkeeper: "sorry ma'am, no rips in jeans". he didn't approve of our outfit, which amused us massively. so long, brisbane!

go wristbands on the left arm!
woodford folk festival is taking off tomorrow. we'll be playing our first show in six weeks. might be fun! and oh, the rain has been pissing it down constantly since we got here - the festival site would make any mud wrestler believe they've died and gone to heaven...

later alligator  

useful item: gumboots