Only a couple of streets away from where I stayed during my last Brisbane visit was Moreton Bay. I headed to Waterloo Bay’s foreshore where a giant pandanus stood at one end of a small park, and sparkling water off shore.
I hadn’t expected much. After all, this was Birkdale, an out of the way suburb far from the tourist trail. But even a glimpse of the bay was relaxing and a perfect end to my stay. I meandered south and stumbled upon a walking trail, over a muddy creek, past mangroves that clawed the coastline and through a trail of wispy trees.
This was the perfect tonic before the long flight ahead of me — nine and a half hours.