Baked beans belong on breakfast

I have had a very productive morning. I haven’t been able to respond to comments in the last day or so, meaning I had to have an early start today to play a little catch up. My mum very kindly bought me a Groupon voucher as a gift for The Brasserie on the River in Brisbane and I thought today would be a great day to get up early head to the buffet and blog whilst I am at it. She knows I am a broke traveller and probably felt I needed a decent breakfast for once. Thanks mum.

 

I love early mornings. Despite my reluctance to get out of bed as the alarm belts out, there is no better feeling than a day I know I haven’t wasted. An early start makes the day feel so much longer, and as I am off until Monday afternoon I really need to make the most of my weekend.

I say that, but I have eaten so much that I need another nap. That is what buffets are all about however and I can safely say the scrambled eggs were some of the nicest I have ever had. Still, I always need baked beans to accompany it. I am pleased Australia has accepted baked beans as a breakfast item, I know it freaks some of you guys out. I remember being in the USA and this wasn’t a thing at all! The beans were different too, but I liked them. More burrito filler, less breakfast item.

Do you like them with breakfast? A full english wouldn’t be the same without them.

Happy Friday!

 


 

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Duck me…

Spotted this a few days ago as I headed to the Botanic Gardens in Brisbane. There was a protest going on, and behind it a huge rubber duck that stole the show.

I am not sure if the duck is linked to the protest, I doubt it, however they were there at the same time.

*UPDATE: Thank you to Gretchen over at Thoughts Become Words for letting me know this duck is promoting ‘Australia’s biggest duck race’ for cancer research. You can visit the website by clicking here to donate. The event is on Riverside Drive, West End, Brisbane on Sunday 14th October between 11am and 5pm.


 

Thank you again to all my followers and regular readers, and hello to you if you are new to my blog!

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I hope that isn’t a real person…

And if it is, I hope he isn’t on minimum wage.

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Photo taken on the South Bank in Brisbane, QLD.


 

Thank you again to all my followers and regular readers, and hello to you if you are new to my blog!

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Are shoe serious?

These shoes actually have the words ‘left’ and ‘right’ on them. I thought they were stickers but no, it is printed on so you can show off how great you are at putting them on the right way.

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Did you put your shoes on the right way today?

Oh, and I wouldn’t recommend these for a job interview.


 

Thank you again to all my followers and regular readers, and hello to you if you are new to my blog!

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Debate: Should pink be prawn cocktail or salt and vinegar?

So one thing that really threw me off when I was purchasing crisps in Australia was the different coloured packets and flavours. My eye sight isn’t the best (I need glasses but rarely wear them, terrible I know), so when I went to grab what I thought was prawn cocktail was in fact salt and vinegar. 


It’s the same with blue, for me this signifies cheese and onion. 

What a culture shock!

So with that I have to ask you: What’s your flavour? And what colour should it be?

I feel Smiths/ Walkers/ Lays and any other brand of crisps out there need to unify and make their colours universal!

Siri-ously!

I haven’t been home for 24 hours, work was looooong yesterday. The only time I have had to put a post out there was whilst walking through the city centre and it poured with rain. 

That’s summertime here, you’ve all watched Wimbledon on TV at one point, right?

In the mean time, I am in the waiting room to see if I need any vaccinations for my upcoming travels… And whilst I wait I would love to share with you what I was told to say to Siri last night…

If you have an IPhone, do it. I think it’s the best Siri easter egg to date! 

My taxi driver Dave

Meet Dave. Every now and then I will grab a taxi into the city when I am either late or in a lazy mood. Sometimes, I will get one specific taxi driver and today, it was him. Opening the passenger door felt like eternity.


You know those same conversations you have with someone that doesn’t remember you? Groundhog day, a bad case of déjà vu for the whole journey. It starts with Dave asking me if I like football. I do, however if I say I do, I know I won’t get a word in edge ways for the next 15 minutes. Thankfully I have been in this situation before. I am prepared.

‘Erm, not really, I never get the time to see the games, I am usually working’

This didn’t work. 

I still didn’t get a word in edge ways. In fact I managed to take this photo of St James Boulevard, the road leading up to our stadium which you can see above, hidden behind some modern high rise hotels and student accommodation. He had no idea I took the photo…

I feel I could have stuck my head out of the window and took a selfie without him realising. The longer the conversation/ lecture went on, the more he convinces himself I must like football. I know I do, but I told him I didn’t. Isn’t it funny how people can be so into something that they choose that you like it? I am not mad, I find it hilarious. I was chuckling to myself most of the way.

He is a nice guy and what can I say, I would rather a friendly taxi driver than one that was miserable. I don’t need those vibes from people, however a little more variety in conversation would be desired. I wonder what it would have taken to not have listened to a one way conversation about football… 

What if I told him I hated it? That it was the last thing I would have wanted to talk about? I honestly don’t think this would have made much difference.

‘Well that’s a shame, I was going to ask how you felt about our most recent signing. Did you know that he…’

Oh Dave, you beauty.