"Um, not quite Mate, not quite," I replied.
For it is true, dear reader.
Like many people who live in a tourist destination, (Stop it! Brisbane is a tourist destination) we rarely take time to explore the sights like those who are visiting our part of the world.
Sure, during school holidays we usually do South Bank, the Queensland Museum and the Mt Cootha Botanic Gardens.
But apart from that, it's usually too stressful, expensive, or difficult to make it into the busy Brisbane CBD.
Usually it's quicker and cheaper to go to our surburban shopping centres, where there are just as many facilities available as the CBD, with the added bonus of extra, often free entertainment for the kids.
But during the weird-weather spring school holidays, where the temperature lurched from freezing one day to hot the next, I recklessly did a hotel search on wotif.com. It was a sweltering, summer-like day, where bushfire smoke hung heavily in the air, and our hot-box of a home felt like a sauna. With a click of a mouse, I booked a last minute mystery deal for us.
The hotel had air-conditioning? Check. It had a pool? Check. There was room service? Check. There were no dogs, cats, or wheeting, forever-hungry pregnant guinea pigs? Check. Okay we were in.
The deal turned at to be at the Sebel Citigate King George Square, which Chase immediately insisted must be five star because a man opened the car door and parked my embarassment of a car for us.
("Mum, I bet he's never seen as messy a car as ours before," Harmonie giggled mischievously. I bet he hasn't either!)
Moments later, after a friendly check-in, we were in our room. Teddies included.
Living large by the pool!
The other side.
We ended up staying for the Santos City Of Lights, a free laser light show set to music which was the first of its kind in Australia. And although we'd been on the Wheel of Brisbane , the kids insisted it would be better at night. And so it was. But my iphone had ran out of battery long before all of this, so I have no photos to share. Bad Mummy Blogger!
We were exhausted by then and caught a cab back to the hotel, much to the childrens' pleasure.
"Are you on holidays?" asked the cabbie.
"Yes," said the kids.
"Oh, where from?" he replied.
"Brisbane!" they chortled.
I think he thought we were mad.
But an awesome time was had by all.
Readers, have you played tourist in your own backyard before? And is Brisbane really a tourist destination?
Note: To be continued....