I'm exhausted from almost 20 hours in transit from Toronto to Los Angeles to Brisbane, Australia, but I want to share my first day. It's 4:30 am back home, but I have just enough energy to tell you a few things.
Arriving over Brisbane, the mountains looked like piles of sugar on a flat surface. Little strange peaks.
In Brisbane, the roads don't make sense. Turns out convicts built part of the city back in 1900's, when the British thought Aussie would be a great place for their overflow of prisoners.
Eucalyptus trees at Coot-tha Park.