A child-free weekend in Brisbane to catch up with a girlfriend required an early morning flight. Actually, considering that it was pitch black when I left home, it seems more accurate to call it a pre-crack of dawn flight. After arriving at such an ungodly hour the first thing to do was seek out breakfast, which was at a teeny cafe called Nest. Sourdough toast + avocado + strong coffee = bliss. Viva BrisVegas.
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