Conclusion: The point when you get tired of thinking.

With a heavy heart (and even heavier head), we all got up to pack and load up the bus for the final trip to take everyone to the airport. Doing her final count Dr. PP asked if we had everyone and was met by mummers of "whatever.. lets go". Sparerib was always making up songs and was a songmeister most of the trip and even penned on for me:

"How about some bondage Mrs. Murphy,
it quite excites me to be bound.
I have straps that are leather, silk, and furry
You can tie me up,
but please don't Tie Me Down-down-down-down"

Mams had arranged for us to stay with some of her old hasher friends in Brisbane, so the bus dropped us off to be picked up and taken to hot dick / Icebox's place. We took out Hot Dick's boat for a full afternoon of cruising on the river and did our own floating pub crawl followed by a great dinner at their home of steak kabobs, lobster, kangaroo sausage while relaxing on the patio. I was up relatively late using the computer to back up my picture files, deal with e-mails, and research some things for the New Zealand trip.

Here are the web links for the photo album from the bus tour. Many of the pictures are geotagged, so if you click the link in the caption you should be taken to a satellite photo that shows exactly where the picture was taken.:

http://picasaweb.google.com/mblitch/BrisbaneBusTourAlbum1
http://picasaweb.google.com/mblitch/BrisbaneWebAlbum2