There was an early rise, today we got to see some of what makes Australia famous. Cuddling a Koala was just part of the fun, getting up close with kangaroos was an unexpected pleasure.
Next country please. I offered Marg a choice of styles of food for lunch. After some dodgy noodles yesterday, Marg was happy for me to have Curry-Heute.
Brisbane does not offer a huge choice of Curry Houses, mid afternoon in particular. Behold, a Curry Cafe, with the Dishes ready made and on display, comparable to the wonderful outlets in Manchester England.
Hopefully before we get home, the chaps will have suggested dates for the next Kabana visit. Primarily a Takeaway, there were about eight stools positioned under the shelves running alone one wall and at the window. A chap who was tucking in advised that the lady would be back in five minutes. This gave the perfect opperchancity to photograph the meal combinations.
Goat Curry has been appearing regularly of late, here it was again, and on-the-bone. A quick bit of research confirmed there should be nothing horrible in this. Methi, man , missing it lots. A bottle of still water and can of fizzy orange completed the Order. The Bill. The lady spooned more Rice than a Hector would manage on to a paper plate, then added some very runny Goat Curry and the thicker Bagan Da Bharat. She then handed me something warm wrapped in foil, the Butter Naan.
