That bridge is called "the Story Bridge." I don't know if that's the official name for it, but that's what I'm told it's called. We drove across it at night on the way home from Ngungun a few days ago, and when he saw the city lights through the beams of the bridge, Emil exclaimed, "it looks just like Star Wars! All you need is some flying sausages!" Of course, I laughed hysterically, and he couldn't figure out what was so funny until I finally regained my composure enough to explain. "Saucers, dear. It's flying saucers."
Spent the day/night with Emil, traipsing around Brisbane, taking gorgeous pictures (as you can probably tell). We went to a bar for a little while, where Emil was delighted to realize that he had the opportunity to buy me my first legal drink.
I then introduced him to the concept of light graffiti, which he had never heard of, but wanted to try immediately. Luckily my new phone has a flashlight mode, so we spent about an hour in a dark park, drawing things in the bushes. Unfortunately, all of the pictures are on his camera. So, once again, you'll all have to wait on those. :)
All the best,
Morgan
P.S. New pictures on the photodump.
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