Crikey cobber

We're here! And by some trickery and witchcraft, my laptop is working just like at home. Very odd.

We had a tres early start - up at 3.30am. It was fair dinkum dark as a dingo's bits. Everything was reasonably straightforward at the airport, although you forget how many little pieces of paper they make you fill in.

The plane was ace. Big ups to Andrea and Blondgirl and Man-of-indeterminate-sexuality who were our flight attendents. At Brisbane airport our wee boy got very hot and lethargic, which meant we managed to skip through much of the hideous queues.

We got collected by our rental company van by a very Australian fella with a ginger ponytail. Our supreme vehicle at a bargain rate is a 1993 Mitsubishi Magna, which has seen better days. You get what you pay for I suppose.

Thanks to our tipsy selves for booking a fabbo apartment in Toowag. It rocks. It is almost as big as the house, and despite a severe drought (worst in 100 years I'm told), and no hoses allowed, it has 2 terrific pools.

It feels kind of like dinner time, but is in fact only early afternoon. We've managed to buy lots of cool things at Ikea already, in a bit of a flying visit. Finn is enjoying his train set ($18.95! Fits the Thomas set!), and his igloo and no end of other bargain beauties. We're off to see a bit of culture later. Don't know what, maybe a water taxi or a XXXX beer factory.

You bewdy.