Mt Tamborine... HA!
This Sunday just past was Joe's 22nd Birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!) and to celebrate we went for a merry jaunt up Mt Tamborine for the weekend. Despite our initial dismay at the total lack of tamborines, we had an excellent time being tourists.
We were staying in a Scottish lodge that while incredibly picturesk from the outside (pictures to come) was actually a little disapointing. The house itself was lovely but the hostess (and elusive host) had filled it to the brim with tacky scottish memorabilia, scary looking dolls and outdated books (not the cool leather ones mind, David Attenbour books from when he still had brown hair). I may be a little harsh in my evaluation, I'm sure it would appeal to some... especially the plastic suit of armour by the stairs. The most disapointing part was the service. Our scottish landlady greeted us with a somewhat surly attitude. I think she was afronted that a couple so young would presume to seek residence in her lovely home. She took one look at the yellow demon (joe's car) and had us pegged as young trouble makers. Just to spite her I made an effort to be well manered and charming... that'll show her! To be fair, there were fresh shortbread biscuits and fresh towels on arrival so... hmm.. nope, still grumpy!
Mt Tamborine is a lot like Melany (... Malany.. Maleny... umm... you know where I'm talking about...)with streets full of weekenders looking for bargains in the galleries and craft stores. Ofcoarse being galleries and craft stores there are no bargains to be had... but that doesn't stop the hoards. We spent most of Saturday going shop to shop and ended a perfect day with a rainforest walk.
It was a great weekend and it was pretty hard coming back to reality at the end of it. Even harder will be the saving, its head down, wallet away until the end of July... so many shoes.... *twitch twitch*
We were staying in a Scottish lodge that while incredibly picturesk from the outside (pictures to come) was actually a little disapointing. The house itself was lovely but the hostess (and elusive host) had filled it to the brim with tacky scottish memorabilia, scary looking dolls and outdated books (not the cool leather ones mind, David Attenbour books from when he still had brown hair). I may be a little harsh in my evaluation, I'm sure it would appeal to some... especially the plastic suit of armour by the stairs. The most disapointing part was the service. Our scottish landlady greeted us with a somewhat surly attitude. I think she was afronted that a couple so young would presume to seek residence in her lovely home. She took one look at the yellow demon (joe's car) and had us pegged as young trouble makers. Just to spite her I made an effort to be well manered and charming... that'll show her! To be fair, there were fresh shortbread biscuits and fresh towels on arrival so... hmm.. nope, still grumpy!
Mt Tamborine is a lot like Melany (... Malany.. Maleny... umm... you know where I'm talking about...)with streets full of weekenders looking for bargains in the galleries and craft stores. Ofcoarse being galleries and craft stores there are no bargains to be had... but that doesn't stop the hoards. We spent most of Saturday going shop to shop and ended a perfect day with a rainforest walk.
It was a great weekend and it was pretty hard coming back to reality at the end of it. Even harder will be the saving, its head down, wallet away until the end of July... so many shoes.... *twitch twitch*
posted by Kieryn at 7:47 PM
4 Comments:
Ah, the romantic weekend away. Trust me Kieryn, the only way to ensure you get the 'ohh' factor when staying somewhere is to 5 star it. Too bad the padlock has already been put on the wallet...
Love Sare
Was there haggis? caber tossing? kilts? ooh ooh and bagpipes? highland cattle?
Oh and its Maleny, 3rd time lucky :)
"We spent most of Saturday going shop to shop"...oh Joe, my deepest sympathy, I would have kilt myself.
That plastic suit of armour could definitely have been used for...err, sister, nevermind.
I would like to take this opportunity to say..... Slacker!!!
3 weeks and no blogging action. I think you owe your biggest bro an apology.
We're all hanging on the egde of our seats for updates now.... it makes it really hard to live vicariously with so few updates ;-)
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