As a child we lived near Bribie Island and my first trip to the beach was to Bribie's calm side with my kindy class. I was petrified. First bus trip. First beach trip. Spent the entire day clinging to the teacher.
As an adult I haven't spent a lot of time on Bribie, and as I'm discovering during this sightseeing run of Brisbane, there's one common theme - Why don't I ever come here normally? Made a promise to myself as I stood on the beach, soaking up the atmosphere - I'm definitely coming back.
So carrying on with the beach theme, my C run was at Cleveland. I parked at the point then explored the foreshore for the next hour and a bit. It was a glorious day, a bit hot, but everywhere I turned, it was beautiful.
This is 20 mins from my house. Again, why do I never come here normally? While pondering this very thought, I ran past the terminal that runs the water taxi to Stradbroke Island. Hmmmmh... Do I really have to wait to get to S? Turns out, no.
Stradbroke Island is a 25 minute water taxi ride from Cleveland, and a million miles away. I had the best time. It was hot and humid and a bit later than I like to run (because of the ferry times) but I had a ball. Met a fabulously leathery skinned gent wearing very tiny shorts who lives on his boat off Straddie, who told me I was "very white" and asked if I was English. Nope, live over there, I tell him. Just not much into getting sunburnt.
Biggest regrets of this run:
1. I couldn't stay all day, even though I wanted to
2. I didn't have time to get a pie from the pie shop before I got back on the water taxi. Clearly the pies are good, judging by the aroma coming from the pie shop, and the queues. I guess I'm going to have to go back...
So I was spoilt for choice by the letter E - Eagle Farm, Eagle Junction, Eagleby. Turns out early Brisbane had a lot of Eagles. I was conflicted - I wanted to run Eagle Farm but its industrial and not somewhere I was sure I would be safe. So instead I chose the old stomping grounds of my sister - Eagle Junction. I was too young to drive when she lived there, so I tried to find the flat by starting at the train station, and I found it. Still can't believe it.
This was an architecture run - spent a lot of time gazing at old houses made new again, old houses waiting for love, and discovering that streets I had driven down many times as an adult were so close to this area and I never realised before. Finished up with a loop into Clayfield to discover the old shops I remember are mostly gone, the hall our school used for its speech night is now a real estate office and potentially it isn't the area for me if the coffee shops were closed but the organic wheat grass smoothie shop was the only thing open.