Scotsman Robin's an old friend of the Kulas since 1971. Today he works for Adobe Systems in San Jose, California.
Clad only in my shortie pyjamas, I dash out into the warm sunshine to take a photo of a startled Nick and Laura as they leave for school. Laura has just earned her driver’s licence and is taking Darlene’s car.
After breakfast Darlene walks Ruth and me from Martinez Drive, across the Bruce Highway, to show us around an extensive caravan park. The Clarkes and Darlene’s sister and husband had owned this park. They’ve sold out due to a very attractive offer they could not refuse.
The airport is five minutes away where the four of us spend an hour drinking coffee and chatting away. Again I reflect on our fortune to know such generous and wonderful friends as The Clarkes. There is no doubt that people make a trip memorable. Thanks Darlene, Brad, Laura and Nicholas for making us feel at home!
Boarding the jet Ruth and I go for the more spacious seats at the emergency exit. The flight is exceptionally smooth and we soon spy the Glasshouse Mountains below landing in Brisbane at 2.30 PM. After lunch the Byrnes pick us up at 4.30PM for the drive to Noosa and the Sunshine coast. In the fast disappearing sun we pass the Park of the Crocodile Hunter and the Glasshouse Mountains arriving at Sunshine Beach at 7.30PM.
At the township bottle shop a drongo of a bloke insists on a seed berry flavour in his Pinot Noir, as we taste a range of whites, settling on Oyster Bay Sauv. Blanc. It goes well with the snapper and chips from the local chippery.
As we are all a bit pooped an early night is ordered.
Labanaktis at 9.00PM
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