Brisbane and gone

Some you win and some you lose

Brisbane was a loss. Up at 6, arrived at 8, got alongside and then got subjected to the increasingly obvious lack of urgency at our Australian ports. Guests backed up waiting to get ashore for their various tours. What followed was just a bunch of various enquiries that suck the soul from you as you watch the morning fly by.

By the time everyone started to keep their peace and normality began to crawl back in it was lunch. I'd already done some research on our nearby surroundings and found that we were around a 40 minute shuttle bus journey away from the city centre. The cruise terminal was pretty much beside the airport which itself was surrounded by an industrial city comprising of car parking and various cargo facilities and car rental places. Not exactly the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

It was at this point the penny dropped, I wasn't going anywhere today. Work carried on being demanding and before you knew it we were beginning our prep to leave.

And to top it all off, as we left, I went to the aft of the ship where I took the above photograph. If it weren't for the temperature I could have been in the Solent, sailing away from Southampton!

Sorry, Brisbane, I'm sure you're lovely, but things just didn't work out. Its not you, it's me