11.07.2014 - 11.07.2014
Our last day in Queensland started out sunshine and unicorns:
We went to Barcelona, a restaurant at Abel Point Marina known for a curious fusion of Spanish and Whitsunday tapas, for non-hurried Cappuccinos and to eat breakfast, write postcards (with no post office to speak of on any island near) and to admire the view. The smoked ham with avocado was fantastic in the burrito. M had ham and manchego on garlic smeared sesame toast. Ah, downtime.
For the ferry cruise to Hamilton Island Airport, we chose the top deck, for first leg anyway. We smelled the salt air and admired the blue hues of the water...
Then it turned ugly:
white caps...choppy...no adrenals...no bueno.
Flight delayed. Indefinitely. Hmmm...stay in palm tree paradise, or make extra stop in Brisbane? But alas, the Brisbane stopover flight got us to Sydney at 5:20 - a sure thing. We opted for lighthearted laughs with the animated movie Rio for our in-flight entertainment.
Air bus service to hotel. A very crowded mini-bus. M was thankful we were the first stop.
Then it got better again. Way better:
At the 1888 boutique hotel in Sydney. So cool! Exposed brick, open lobby, cushy retro chairs and seats, couches and pillows. Glass of wine... Ended up staying for dinner. And we were glad we did.
Beef cheek braised in red wine jus, cauliflower purée and honey carrots.
Fresh pappardelle pasta, lamb ragout, oregano, peas & Parmesan.
We like it here.