THE TIME HAS COME...

Bags are packed, alarm has been set, vaccines have been injected and scripts have been filled. Not exaggerating about medication, we have four hundred and seventy-six anti-malaria tablets, two different types of antibiotics, and we have been injected with no less than six vaccines each. Pretty sure our medical expenses have paid for our doctors’ next holiday.

Our final week in Brisbane has been epic. Zane clocked almost 700kmon our trip to Kingaroy via Buderim, then back to Brisbane via Toowoomba. And now, less than seven hours before we start our travels to Canada, I’m enjoying gelato and a nice glass of wine after Thai food for dinner yum.

It’ll be a few days before we’re settled and blogging again, so we should have lots of fun Vancouver-y stories to tell, but for now, I don’t have much so I’ll tell you about the night we met…

Fear not, this isn’t a soppy story about how Zane and I courted back in ’05 (but FYI Milton Bowling Alley – love at first strike), no, this is a story about how we met our travel buddies.

It was way back in ’09, first night of Race Week on the island and our mutual friend Carrie had invited us onto the Denison Star (Hamilton Island’s Cruise and Dine boat) as they were taking photos for the new brochure. Not being able to say no to a friend (or free alcohol) we readily accepted, got all prettied and met up with Robyn and Adam, a couple we’d seen around the island but didn’t really know. A few hours later we were the best of friends, funny how copious amounts of wine does that. As we stumbled down Front St, Robyn stumbled a bit too boisterously, falling over in front of Popeye’s Fish and Chips store. Being the caring, first-aid-aware member of the group, I immediately took it upon myself to run, whooping siren noises and yelling “ERT on scene” into the fairly busy fish and chips store, where I acquired their first aid kit and delivered the very best care to poor Robyn. After a band-aid, a beer and a “you’ll be right”, we carried on into the night, without further ado, the night ending rather spectacularly with Zane going over to our new friends’ house, staying 10 minutes, vomiting, and leaving. Best buds forever. Fast forward to a few months ago and, because of that night and perhaps my drunken diagnoses, Robyn had to get part of her hip-bone chipped off and put into her wrist as the broken bone was disintegrating and causing her serious pain. Whoops.

The moral of the story is… Don’t trust me with medical business when I’m getting my beer on, friendship can survive vomit and broken bones, and we are going to have so much fun in Canada I can’t wait.

Talk to you soon from Vancouver!

Love, T and Z
Oh, PS. Learnt how to knit today. Coolest thing ever, not joking. Feel even more like a Nana though.