Posh Time @ GC

This is a continuation of the sojourn in Queensland story. You see, I thought I'd better get it over and done with before I forget details of the fun and adventure I had. And of course I have to reiterate the fact how good a photographer I am at capturing the moment in time. har har har....OK, here's the retch bucket. Catch!

Continuing on M1 after leaving Logan Rd, we took the exit that would take us to Southport, Gold Coast's northernmost tip. This is the area where a large shopping mall, Australia Fair, the theme park SeaWorld and the Griffith University campus are located. Oh, it is also the same suburb where Palazzo Versace and Sheraton Mirage are located. 

Thus, to suit the locality, the plebeians who ate at a stall in Mt Gravatt, have now made a pack to pretend to be patricians in Southport. So we'll now put our noses up in the air, flick our pinkies up and make sure our tails are forever curled when we walked (with a swagger!)

Wow! What a sight awaited us at Southport. Those kids don't seem to be afraid of the slimy giant reptiles and amphibians.  

Seaside wonders. I've always wanted to ride in a boat.

Then we saw this giant swimming duck.

That have tyres instead of flippers.

And can wobble easily on tarmac too. Oh, it costs $39 per person to ride on this thingy. We were just pretending to be rich so nobody gets a ride.

We followed the Aquaduck and ended up at this place called the Marina Mirage where million dollars boats are docked.

The boys (Dad, Pingu, Ginger and Brad) wanted to ride these scooters.

But Mama & I, ever the romantics, decided the gondolas are a much more civilised mode of transport for posh people.

Aren't they quaint, but posh?

Dad saw this and pretended he was a millionaire in the market for some toys. True enough, a salesman approached and promised to email a quotation.

While Mama had her heart set on this antique beauty. Deep in her heart, she said, she's an Orang Ulu, but a posh one.

OK, we heed the No Fishing warning. None of the boys jumped off the pier.

Now, this is more like it.

Pingu had the audacity to ask Mama if we could hold our wedding on this party boat. Mama's answer: If your parents are willing to fork out the funds. har har har....!

Then it rained cats and dogs, so we had to take shelter at the adjacent shopping mall. Gosh! It was indeed posh. Mama and I were delighted that we could do some serious retail therapy here. Marina Mirage is located just next door to Palazzo Versace so you can imagine the kind of shopping we can do here. Hermes, Gucci, Zegna, Dior...they're all spread over two floors. And I'm absolutely thrilled that they don't forget the animals too.

Aaahhh....my kind of place. (Mama's too!) Who can resist shopping here?

What a choice! Chewy Vuitton, Sniffany.....

....Pawda, Barks Fifth Avenue, Chewnel, Koko Chewnel.....

Fancy Vera Wag, Manalo Barknik, Dolce & Grrrbana, or Jimmy Chew heels?

What a top! It says "I believe in Santa Paws"...but I'll pass, I think. No...red is just not my colour.

As usual, a cuppa after all that giddy RT.

We had some time to kill before we head to the airport. So, Mama and Dad decided to continue the RT at Surfers Paradise. It was a Friday so there was a night market at the Esplanade. We've been here many times before but you know me and markets....They're just so irresistible.

More RT at the Surfer's Paradise night market. It's held twice weekly - Wednesdays and Fridays - at the Esplanade.

Ceramic art going dirt cheap. There's one that says: A spoilt cat lives here. Mama didn't buy that as none of us are spoilt. hmmmm.......really?

Fancy collars anyone? OK, not for me too.

We bought some of the fancy bears - there are some birthday parties coming up where they'll come in handy.

Then it was time to leave and return the rental car, checked in ourselves and the luggage, and return home. We'll visit again, Queensland.

Check-in time at Coolangatta Airport.

The adventure ended with farewell from this guy. A froggy welcome and a froggy farewell. Sweet.... 

I caught up with my much-needed nap for two consecutive days. Hmm...I'm wondering if I'm getting old. purrr.....meow!