a weekend on a tropical island.
it’s an emotive phrase. andrea from italy said it was a must on his to-do-in-australia list. dave from the uk said much the same thing.
for me... mmeeehhhh... not so much. you see, growing up in hot-and-sticky-brisbane, i dreamt of europe. i had a map of the world on my wall and i used to lie on my bed and stare at the old continent. i wondered what it looked like, what all those languages sounded like and i imagined all the battles that those countries had fought against each other over the centuries. it was completely foreign to me. it seemed so magically wonderful.
for my friends from italy and uk - and i guess most of the world’s population - however, it is the tropics that are foreign.
while andrea and his mother, maria pia, were in town, we spent four days on hamilton island – a resort island in the whitsundays off the coast of queensland.
without the urging of foreigners, i think i would have quite happily lived me life without going... but that would have been a mistake.
hamilton island is beautiful. absolutely stunningly beautiful. i won’t lie and say the resort was perfect (seriously – fix your food offering people), but it was a magical four days.
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